“Who are you and what are you doing here? Mrs. Jakes is not supposed to have any visitors.”
“Lyle Renalto.” The man’s voice was practically a purr. Walking over to Angela Jakes’s bedside, he placed a proprietary hand over hers. “I’m a family friend.”
Danny looked at the two preposterously attractive young people holding hands and drew the inevitable conclusion. Yeah, right. And I’m the Queen of Sheba. Family friend, my ass.
“Lyle was Andrew’s attorney,” said Angela. Her voice was low and husky, nothing like the frightened whisper of last night. “Conchita called him last night to let him know what happened and he came straight here.” She squeezed Lyle Renalto’s hand gratefully, her eyes welling with tears. “He’s been amazing.”
I’ll bet he has. “If you’re up to it, Mrs. Jakes, I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Lyle Renalto said curtly, “Not now. Mrs. Jakes is too tired. If you submit your questions to me, I’ll see that she answers them once she’s rested.”
Danny instantly bridled. “I don’t believe I was talking to you, Mr. Renalto.”
“Be that as it may, Mrs. Jakes has just been through an indescribably harrowing ordeal.”
“I know. I’m trying to catch the guy who did it.”
“Quite apart from witnessing her husband’s murder, she was violently raped.”
Danny was losing patience. “I’m aware of what happened, Mr. Renalto. I was there.”
“I didn’t witness Andrew’s murder.”
Both men turned to look at Angela, but her attention was focused wholly on Danny. Feeling a ridiculous sense of triumph, he moved toward her bedside, edging Renalto aside.
“Would you like to tell me what you did witness?”
“Angel, you don’t have to say anything,” the attorney butted in.
Danny raised an eyebrow at the endearment.
“Angel was my husband’s pet name for me,” Mrs. Jakes explained. “All his friends used to call me that. Not that I am an angel, by any means.” She smiled weakly. “I’m sure I could be quite a trial to poor Andrew at times.”
“I highly doubt that,” said Danny. “You were telling me about last night. About what happened.”
“Yes. Andrew was upstairs in bed. I was downstairs reading.”
“What time was this?”
She considered. “About eight, I suppose. I heard a noise from upstairs.”
“What sort of noise?”
“A bump. I thought Andrew might have fallen out of bed. He’d been having these spells recently. Anyway, Conchita came running in, she’d heard the noise too, but I said I’d go up. Andrew was a proud man, Detective. If he were…” She searched around for the appropriate word. “If he were incapacitated in any way, he wouldn’t have wanted Conchita to find him. He’d have wanted me.”
“So you went up alone?”
She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, bracing against the memory.
Lyle Renalto stepped forward. “Angel, please. There’s no need to upset yourself.”
“It’s all right, Lyle, really. The detective needs to know.” She turned back to Danny. “I went up alone. As I was walking into the bedroom someone hit me from behind. That’s the last thing I remember, the pain in my head. When I woke up, he was…he was raping me.”
“Can you describe the man?” asked Danny. He knew from experience that the best way to calm emotional witnesses was to stick to the hard facts. Once you started with all the “I know this must be distressing for you” bullshit, the floodgates opened and you’d lost them.
Angela Jakes shook her head. “I wish I could. But he wore a mask, a balaclava.”
“What about his build?”