“She was insanely jealous,” Jenny said. “Apparently, she had a history of violence even before the acid incident. Her husband was a wealthy, powerful man in Jerome, so she kept getting away with the things she did.”
Jenny looked at Cain. “Today’s the first time I’ve had a chance to read the whole story.”
“I’m listening.”
“According to the internet article, the woman was beautiful and desirable, able to wrap men around her finger. Even the governor was charmed by her. In May, she was arrested for the assault and put in jail. In June, on her birthday, the governor sent flowers and a birthday cake to her in prison. At the end of August, she got out on parole.”
“Must have been some woman.”
“More like a devious, jealous, half-crazy woman. After she died in an asylum in L.A., her ghost was supposedly seen walking the halls upstairs in the hotel.”
Cain just smiled.
Jenny smiled back. “Who knows, right? But the thing I found most interesting was her name.”
“Which was?”
“Anna Hopkins.”
One of Cain’s dark eyebrows went up. “I doubt Anna Hopkins and Anna Hobbs are related.”
“Probably not. Have you seen Anna lately?”
Cain frowned. “She stopped by the Grandview Wednesday morning on her way back to Scottsdale. She said she’d spent the night with her girlfriend and was just heading home.”
“You didn’t mention it.”
“No. Anna’s not one of your favorite people, and I didn’t want to upset you. For the record, she’s not one of my favorites, either. I told her I was busy, then headed down to meet Max and his crew at your place.”
“I trust you, Cain—that isn’t it. The thing is, Anna Hobbs is obsessed with you. The same way Anna Hopkins was obsessed with her husband back in the twenties. It made me wonder if there was a chance Anna could have something to do with what’s been happening at the Star.”
“Wait . . . what?”
“Maybe Anna thinks that if she could get me out of the picture—”
“I haven’t encouraged Anna. I’ve told her we were through a dozen times.”
“I’m not sure Anna believes it. I’m just wondering how far she would go to get what she wants.”
His eyes darkened. “Which you think is me.”
“Maybe.”
Long seconds passed as Cain considered her words. “She’d have to have help. Someone on the inside.”
“I know.”
“And she’d need a professional to install the right equipment to create the illusions upstairs.”
Jenny made no reply. She could see Cain’s mind sorting through possibilities.
“Who’s bartending tonight?” he asked.
“Troy should be here any minute to take over for Barb. He’s working the night shift and closing up.”
Cain shoved to his feet. “Which leaves us free to head back to the Grandview. I’ve got some calls I need to make.”
Jenny rose beside him. “Including Nick Faraday?”
