“He’s a changeling,” I say, not exactly sure what it means but liking the sound of it. “He’s a gift from the heavens. It doesn’t matter who raised him because he basically came as he is.”
“I’m just so thankful he didn’t lose himself in such a joyless household.” Lyle finishes one cigarette and reaches for the lighter when he catches the look I’m sending his way. “What?” He’s defensive, but knows exactly what I’m staring at him for. “I’ll quit again when Paris wakes up.” I don’t say anything. I can’t, really, without sounding hypocritical., although my own tobacco usage is atypical. I’ve never been a daily smoker, and it’s rare when I smoke more than two cigarettes on any given occasion. I sigh and hand over the lighter. Lyle slips out another cigarette and lights up.
This time, I leave him alone. Instead, I turn the conversation to the blond as I inhale on my cigarette. The blond is someone we need to focus on, and I am betting that Lyle’s friend, Marisol, can help us out. Lyle corrects me yet again on his friend’s name, much to my delight. I know perfectly well what her name is but it’s so ridiculous, I can’t help making fun of it. I know, it’s like the pot calling the kettle black, but really! Lyle wants to know why I think the blond is so important. I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or if he really wants to know, but I answer him, anyway. Sort of. I say it’s just a hunch because I don’t want to tell him about my dream. He’ll think I’m a nut if he doesn’t already. I need him on my side because I always think better with two heads than with one. I also want to take his mind off Mrs. Jenson, and thinking about possible suspects should do the trick.
To make it even sweeter for him, I tell him that I agree that there’s something odd about Ursula contacting Paris the same day he’s hit. Lyle reminds me that she had made a point of saying her husband was out of town which sounds fishy to him. I tell him what Mrs. Jenson told me about her own husband. It’s not that far a drive from San Diego to San Francisco. He could easily have driven up here to commit the crime if he missed a day of the hunting convention, and who would be the wiser? It’s not as if someone would have been keeping track of his movements 24/7. He certainly has the temperament to commit cold-blooded murder, turn around and finish attending a hunting convention and not turn a hair. Mr. Jenson is definitely a top suspect on my list as far as means and opportunity. When it comes to motive, however, he falls a little short. I can’t see him taking out his wife’s only living child, but stranger things have happened.