Bech leans against the car, arms folded, pondering what best to do next.
Klempner’ll fuckin’ fry me if I tell him I don’t have the bitch….
He looks up at the sound of footsteps. A young man, tall, blond, blue-eyed and unusually handsome approaches, then turns in to the Bennett house.
“Excuse me, would you be Chad Bennett?”
He halts and turns. “Yes, that’s right.” He draws closer, looking surprised at first. “Why would a police officer be asking for me?”
“I’m asking in connection with Jennifer Conners. She’s your wife I understand?”
The man’s eyes narrow. “Was my wife. What do you want with Jenny?”
“Was your wife? You’re divorced?”
“If the papers haven’t gone through yet, it’ll happen any day. Now, why are you asking about Jenny? Has something happened to her?”
“We’re trying to find her in connection with a series of recent petty thefts and scams.”
Chad snorts. “I don’t believe that for a minute. You’ve got the wrong woman.” Then he measures up the man in front of him.