So small he had never thought to mention it.
“Martin had a tape recorder,” Gavin said.
Amelia sat up in her chair. “What kind?”
“One of those little handheld ones. He used it for reminders. Grocery lists. Client notes. Stuff like that.”
“Was it found at the scene?”
“I don’t remember it being mentioned.”
“Where did he keep it?”
“In the kitchen drawer beside the stove.”
Amelia searched the evidence inventory.
Knife. Shirt. Shoes. Broken glass. Wallet. Receipts. Telephone. Kitchen towels.
No tape recorder.
Her pulse quickened.
“Gavin,” she said carefully, “did Martin ever record conversations?”
There was a pause on the line.
Then Gavin said, “He recorded me once by accident. We joked about it.”
Amelia stood, already reaching for her coat.
“Where was the kitchen drawer in relation to where he died?”
“About six feet away.”
“And if people argued in that kitchen…”
“They might have been recorded.”
