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“How so?”
“Everyone out to exploit you.” March laughed harshly. “Like I’m the expert. Is there something else Meagin did besides the necklace and…you know?”
Milo said, “Not that we’ve found.”
“So far,” said March.
“So far. In terms of the jewelry—”
“Keep it, Lieutenant. All of it.”
“Can’t do that, Doug. It’s legally yours and you’ll get it back.”
“Then I’ll toss it straight in the trash,” said March. “Heh heh, no, I’m notthatidiotic. But I certainly don’t want it near me. What would I do with it? Give it to another woman who’d…I’ll just give it to some charity.”
“That’ll be your decision,” said Milo.
“Decisions,” said Doug March. “I used to think I was good with them.”
“Doug, we all make mistakes.”
“Mine appear to be major.”
“It may seem that way but I’ve seen really smart people—like you—taken advantage of.”
“Appreciate that,” said Doug March. “What you’re trying to do.”
Milo said, “Now I’m going to ask you something that may upset you. If you want to say no, feel free.”
“What?” Resignation.
“How many phones do you use?”
“Two.”
“Would you have a problem letting me see all your phone records?”
“For what purpose?”
“To eliminate you as a suspect.”
March laughed. “I know you’ve suspected me from the beginning. My mother told me you would. She watches crime shows, says that’s what you people always do, go for the husband. She told me plenty of other things, too. E.g., what an idiot I was to marry Meagin without knowing anything about her. Also that she’d warned me and I’d been too headstrong to listen.”
“Sounds like a tough conversation.”
“I’m used to it, Lieutenant. The only problem I’d have giving you my records is that my business depends on the acquisition of knowledge requiring privacy and confidentiality.”
“We’ve got no interest in your business affairs, Doug. Just in anything that pertains to Meagin’s murder.”
“Like what?”
“No way to know until we view the records.”
Doug March said, “Okay, time to stop being a jerk. If you assure me the data won’t leave the station, I’ll believe you. I’ll have Randi Levine bring a printout over to your office. How far back do you need to go?”
“Say a year.”
“A year? I’m really not comfortable with that.”
