It was Elaine’s turn to nod.
“But he has a foolproof alibi,” I returned. “At least he claims to have one. He says he was teaching a Bible study class at the mission at the time LaShawn was shot and he says he has a list of participants to prove it.”
“Pastor Mark knows a lot of people,” Elaine said. “Not very nice people,” she added. “Ones who may have come to the mission at one time or another but who, for one reason or another, have gone back to their old ways.”
“So he knew people and could put out a hit. But would he have done that over you? Would he gave gone that far?”
“I think he was afraid LaShawn and I would go out on our own and start a new mission somewhere else.”
“In competition with Pastor Mark?”
“He’s not good at competition of any kind,” she answered. “Yes, he was jealous of LaShawn and me, but I think he was even more jealous of the relationship LaShawn had with some of the clients. Thought it was undermining his authority somehow.”
“Was it?” I asked.
“Yes,” Elaine said simply.
“What happened Saturday morning?” I asked. “I heard you and the good pastor did a few rounds in his office.”
“The cops had come to talk to him the night before, but he never said a word to me about it until Saturday morning, when he made the public announcement at breakfast. He knew what LaShawn meant to me. I couldn’t believe he’d be that cruel. I went to talk to him about it and things…got out of hand.”
“What do you mean?”
“I accused him of having something to do with LaShawn’s death. And he just snapped. Told me if he heard I’d even hinted to the cops that he might be responsible, that the same thing could maybe happen to me.”
“He threatened you?”
Elaine nodded again. “So I went to the shelter. A friend of mine runs it. I knew she’d take me in.”
I knew that this tale of joint romantic and professional jealousy was one that would gladden Ross Connors’s heart. If Pastor Mark had set out to clear the field of competition, at least it couldn’t come back to bite the state of Washington in the butt. In order to prove that to be the case, I needed more information—and so would Kendall Jackson.
“What can you tell me about God’s Word, LLC?” I asked.
Elaine shrugged. “It’s an umbrella 501-C corporation. Donations go to that. God’s Word pays the mission’s bills, owns the property, that kind of thing. And that’s something else—the money. I’ve heard rumors that some zoning changes are in the works that might alter the makeup of the neighborhood. I’m guessing if that happened, God’s Word would stop being a mission and start making money.”
“What would LaShawn have thought about that?” I asked.
“He was never in it for the money,” she said. “That wasn’t what he was about.”
But it was certainly another possible bone of contention between the dead man and Pastor Mark.
“Do you have any proof that Pastor Mark might be responsible for LaShawn’s death?” I asked.
“I know he’s a dangerous man,” Elaine responded. “He went to prison for murder.”
“LaShawn went to prison, too,” I pointed out.
“Yes,” she agreed. “But he was innocent.”
“How about you?” I asked. “You went to prison for armed robbery. Are you dangerous?”
It was probably unfair of me to bring up Elaine Manning’s checkered past. Listening to her speak, it seemed clear she was smart enough. As far as I could tell, it appeared that in her case, the King Street Mission had worked its magic.
“That was different,” she said at once. “I got into drugs when I went to college—into them in a big way—and I stayed screwed up for a long time. I was high as a kite and looking for my next hit when I robbed that Krispy Kreme. I don’t do drugs anymore, Mr. Beaumont. I don’t do them at all.”
I believed her on that score, just as I believed she could very well be right about Pastor Mark’s being responsible for LaShawn Tompkins’s murder. But if I wanted to prove it, I would have to have someone else besides Sister Elaine telling the story and making the connections.
Elaine Manning’s concerns about Pastor Mark sounded good, and they might have convinced me, but whether she was well-spoken or not, a jury looking at her most likely wouldn’t look beyond the fact that she was a convicted felon. Unsupported allegations from a reformed armed robber/druggie wouldn’t carry much weight on a witness stand. I doubted they’d make the grade with Ross Alan Connors, either.