“Go ahead. Please.” Stella dropped into a folding chair. “You look better today.”
A bony shoulder poked out from the neck of Gianna’s oversize T-shirt. “Not a dialysis day.”
Ironically, the treatments that kept her alive also drained her energy.
Stella reached into her pocket and removed the photo of Dena Miller. “Do you recognize this woman?”
Gianna leaned forward. “Yes. That’s Dena.”
“Was she friendly with Missy?”
“Yeah. Sometimes they’d talk during the refreshment hour after the meeting or go out for a late dinner.”
“Did you ever go with them?” Stella’s mind whirled. Not only were the victims members of the same group, they were friends.
“You know I can’t afford dinners out. I can’t even afford dinners in.” Gianna snorted. “Wait. Why are you asking me about Dena?”
Stella put a hand on her forearm. “I’m sorry. She’s dead.”
“No!” Gianna covered her mouth with her hand. “Not her, too.”
Stella gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry. How well did you know her?”
“We talked a little. It’s the part of the whole NA deal.” Her mouth set in an angry scowl. “If I were you, I’d be looking at the son-of-a-bitch she was married to.”
“Why do you say that?” Stella asked.
“He creeped me out.” Gianna pushed her food away. “It was normal for him to call her during the meetings. She wouldn’t turn off the phone. It was almost as if she was afraid not to answer. Anyway, at the last meeting, I was sitting next to Dena. The prick called her wanting to know where she was, who she was with, and what time she’d be home. I could hear him. His tone was all nasty. She was shaking by the time she grabbed her bag and took the phone out in the hall to talk to him in private. I was gonna ask her to be my sponsor, but I figured she had enough problems of her own.”
“You’re sure he wasn’t just concerned?”
Gianna’s eyes were weary. “I know all about nasty-tempered men.”
Stella sat back, linking her fingers and digesting the information. What good was knowing Adam Miller was mean to his wife? The chief had ordered her to leave him alone and build her case against Spivak.
As much as Stella hated to admit it, the chief had a point. Spivak was an excellent suspect.
Stella took out six photos. She dealt them out onto the table like a hand of solitaire. “Is the man you saw outside the NA meetings one of these men?”
Gianna scanned the pictures. She studied each one carefully, then shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
Stella pushed the picture of Spivak in front of Gianna. “Have you ever seen this man before?”
“No. That’s not the creepy guy,” Gianna said. “Well, he’s a creepy guy, but he’s not the creepy guy I saw outside the NA meeting Thursday night.”
Disappointment slumped Stella’s shoulders.
“Wait.” Gianna rose from her chair and walked into the living area. She pointed the remote at the TV. The volume increased. Outside Adam Miller’s house, a news crew followed him to his car. Bright lights illuminated his driveway as the reporters shouted his name and asked if he knew anything about his wife’s death. The caption on the bottom of the screen read: Local Accountant Suspected in Wife’s Murder.
Adam shoved the microphones away from his face, picked up his pace, and got into his car. A photo of Dena appeared in the upper left corner of the screen as a newscaster’s voice read, “Dena Miller’s body was found at a local park this afternoon. A source in the Scarlet Falls Police Department says Adam Miller is a suspect in the murder of his wife.”
Gianna lowered the volume again. “That’s the man I saw.”
“You saw Adam Miller outside the church Thursday night?”
“Yep.” Gianna gave up on the pasta and returned it to the fridge. She took the ice cream from the freezer. “Are you having some?”
“No thanks. I’m not hungry,” Stella said. Gianna’s recognition of Adam had wiped out Stella’s appetite. If the man outside the NA meeting was Adam, then Stella had nothing on Spivak.
Brody had to break Adam’s alibi or she had no case against anyone.
“You have dialysis in the morning, right?”
Gianna scooped ice cream into a bowl. “I do.”
“If I pick you up afterward, would you come to the station and make a formal statement?”
Gianna lowered her spoon. “There isn’t enough ice cream in the world to get me to the police station.”
“Missy’s car was found in the church parking lot. I think she was abducted there. Do you have any idea why Adam Miller would have killed Missy?”