Twenty-Four
“THANKS FOR COMING DOWN, Mae.”
We’re in Helen’s office Thursday afternoon. Gladys is with Mae, offering moral support, no doubt. I’m seated on the couch—my traditional location when Helen is talking with someone.
“Glad to do it, Helen,” Mae says, “though I’m still not sure what help I can be.”
Gladys takes her hand. “The Chief just wants to show you some photographs and see if you can identify them.”
“Photographs of what?”
Helen opens a folder on her desk and takes out something and hands it to Mae. “Do you recognize this knife?”
Mae looks at the picture of the knife we found in the bedroom in the Myer Mansion. She turns the photograph around, looking at it from different angles. “I’m not sure,” she says slowly. “It’s a hunting knife—it looks a little familiar. It looks
