Detective Walsh was still skeptical.

“What was your relationship to Miss Petunia?”

“I met her long ago on a business trip. She amused me. Had a good head on her shoulders, and convinced me to support the orphans. I needed to donate for tax purposes, anyway, and giving to children always is a strong move.”

“Had you ever visited?”

“Once, long ago. It’s been years! But lately I have had much more pressing matters to attend to, here. You understand, business is booming!”

“Business,” snorted Walsh. “Indeed.”

“If you haven’t any more questions, my men will see you to the door.”

“I can find my way out, thanks.”

Trazelli was cold, shrewd, calculating. He chose his words well. Detective Walsh felt he was a guest entertained, but not entrusted. He felt Trazelli was daring him to dig deeper, almost threatening him to give up, showing his size and power by making the first move in seeking to speak with the detective.

There was more here. Some skeletons tucked away in closets somewhere. He just had to find them.