“There’s one key for the closet door and one key for the safe. And Mr. Strauss keeps those with him at all times.”
“What’s so important that you need those sorts of precautions?” asked Puller.
“Well, this office keeps geological reports on the location of coal seams and other related data. Pretty valuable for people if they knew where the coal was located.”
“So Trent doesn’t own all the land where the coal is?”
“No. They’re always looking for new sources and send out teams regularly to hunt for them. If someone could learn where the coal was and buy up the land before Mr. Trent, they could use his own work to their benefit.”
“Do you do any soil testing here?” asked Cole.
Johnson looked puzzled. “Soil testing? In what regard?”
“For pollution, things like that.”
“We comply with all pertinent environmental regulations,” Johnson said automatically. Obviously she’d been well coached on that, thought Puller.
“I’m sure. But you didn’t answer the question,” persisted Cole.
“We do soil testing all the time,” Johnson said.
“Okay, but you just seemed puzzled when I asked the question.”
“That was because I thought you were here to talk about Molly. And she had nothing to do with any of that.”
“Are records of soil testing kept here?” asked Puller.
“If so, Mr. Strauss would keep them in the safe. But I think most of that work is done by outside contractors and the results are then sent directly to the office in Charleston.”
“So I understand Molly and Eric Treadwell were just living together for expenses?”
“That’s right.”
“Common practice around here, so Sergeant Cole told me.”
“Yes.”
“How’d they meet?” asked Puller.
Johnson said, “I believe at a Trent company picnic. Eric had come with some friends. He and Molly hit it off. They had both been married before and I don’t think either was inclined to do it again. They liked each other’s company, and like Sergeant Cole said, it’s not that unusual around here.”
She paused and played with one of her pigtails. “Now, is there anything else?”
“So were you close with Molly?” asked Puller.
“We were friends, sure.”
“Any idea why someone would have wanted to harm her and Eric Treadwell?”
“I can’t think of a one.”
“Did you ever visit them at their home?” Puller asked.
Johnson looked away before she answered. “Once or twice maybe. We usually met in town for a meal or to go the movies.”
“You ever think that Molly or Eric might have a drug problem?”
“Molly? Drugs? No, never.”
“So you’re familiar with the signs of a drug user?” said Puller.
Johnson hesitated. “I… my son. He’s had some… issues with that. I… think I know what to look for.”
“So nothing like that for Molly. How about Eric?”
“I never noticed anything like that about Eric. But I didn’t see much of him anyway.”
“So nothing unusual you can think of?”
Johnson hesitated. “Well, there was one thing. I’m sure it’s not important, but it was a little unusual.”
“Tell us,” said Cole. “We’ll figure out if it’s important or not.”
“Well, Eric came here once drunk as all get out and made a ruckus.”
“Did you report it?” asked Cole.
“No. We didn’t even tell Mr. Strauss. It was after WVU won the Big East, so we just let it pass. Guess a lot of folks got drunk and partied after that one. And as I recall Molly got him to calm down. He was going on and on about the Mountaineers. Had a WVU sweatshirt on and was waving one of those big hand things. Then he passed out on Mr. Strauss’s couch. We just closed the door and let him sleep it off. Molly would check on him from time to time.”
“Was Strauss here?” asked Puller.
“Oh, no, of course not. He was out of town.”
“So when exactly was that?”
“No sweat. I think Jean took it pretty hard.”
Randy sat down on the front porch and Puller joined him there.
“Don’t let that act fool you. She’s hard as steel. Harder than all of us. She’s probably forgotten all about it by now.” He rubbed his cheek where she had struck him. “Yep, hard as steel.”
“Guess she has to be, married to a guy like Trent.”
“Got that right.”