“No, Ma, I don’t know where Arthur Slade made all his money.”
She snorted. It sounded like a very self-satisfied snort. “I’m not surprised. It was hard to come by. His bio, when you can find it, is rather sketchy. Seems he made most of his money in real estate, buying, trading, flipping, that sort of thing.”
“You said mostof his money.”
Her snort returned. I was sure pigs within a mile radius were all turning their heads. “You caught that, huh?”
I nodded. “I’m a detective.”
She didn’t argue. I was waiting for Tangentland again. Thankfully, she simply full-steamed ahead. “Arthur was married before. Not legally, as that wasn’t possible back then, but married just the same. Your father knew the man.” Here she gave a pregnant pause, long enough to push out twins. “Before that men went to prison.”