“How would Hawkins even know where she lived? Lancaster didn’t tell him, I know that. And if he was innocent of the murders he wouldn’t have gone there to apologize.”
“You can Google someone’s address easily enough,” said Jamison.
“He just got out of prison and was terminally ill. I’m not sure I see the guy walking around with a computer and an Internet connection. Or finding one all that easily.”
“But he might have gone to get some info from her, especially if he thoughtshedid it.”
Decker shook his head. “No, Hawkins knew from the trial that she had a firm alibi.” He paused and added thoughtfully, “Theoretically, she could have hired someone to do it for her, though there was absolutely no evidence of that. But we still arrive back at the problem with motive. With her husband around, she could stay home and raise the kids. She never got remarried, there was no boyfriend waiting in the wings. She didn’t get rich off her family’s murders. I just don’t see it. And no way she was going to kill her own kids.”
“I agree,” admitted Jamison.
“There’s one guy we can talk to who might be able to tell us more.”
“Who’s that?”
“Ken Finger.”
“Ken Finger? How does he figure into this?”
“He was Hawkins’s public defender.”
“Is he still around?”
“Let’s go find out.”