Diana Orgain - Motherhood Is Murder

Margaret looked surprised. “There were?”

I nodded.

Margaret stroked Laurie’s head and looked down at her baby in the stroller. I motioned for her to hand me Laurie. She did, then absently picked up Marcus’s hand and stroked it while he slept.

“So why would the assistant medical examiner tell me it wasn’t a homicide yet? Do you think she didn’t believe me?” she asked.

I shrugged. “They probably have a protocol to follow. Did you tell her about the drinks and your suspicion on the mix-up?”

Margaret begun to cry. “I don’t want him to find out, Kate. I feel like I’m still in danger. I’m a nervous wreck. I’m not eating at home thinking he might poison me somehow. And forget about sleeping next to him.”

“You have to tell the police. You can’t live like this.” I reached across the table for her hand.

“I need to know what happened.”

“Is there somewhere you can go for a while?”

Margaret shrugged. “Maybe. My mom lives on the peninsula. I was thinking about taking the kids there for a while.”

“That’s a good idea, but you need to talk to the police first.”

Margaret dropped her baby’s hand and looked a little like someone had given her an electrical shock. She nodded then closed her eyes tight, but a tear still escaped. “I never thought I would find myself in this situation.”

“There’s something I need to tell you. I don’t have a PI license.”

Her baby started fussing.

She leaned down and grabbed his hand. “What do you mean? A license?”

“You need several years’ experience before you can apply for your own license and I don’t have that yet.”

“Kate, I don’t have time to shop this around. I’m scared out of my mind. Please help me.”

I marched home excitedly.

I have a case! My career as a PI is taking off.

She didn’t care that I didn’t have a license; she’d signed my contract without even blinking! I was going to do this with or without Galigani’s support. I did a happy dance with Laurie in the carrier then stopped suddenly when I spotted someone on my front steps.

Uh-oh!

It was Inspector McNearny. I froze.

He semifrowned and semiglared at me. “Mrs. Connolly.”

I unstuck myself and moved past him on the stairs. I jabbed my key in the front door. “What can I do for you?”

“Does trouble follow you or are you the cause?”

I stopped fussing with the door. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“No.” He tapped his foot impatiently. “I’d like to ask you a few questions about the cruise the other night.”

“Come on inside.” I opened the door and called out to Jim.

There was a note on the dining room table.

Went to watch the game at Jack’s. Tried your cell phone, but it rang in the other room. Please carry with you and ANSWER it when I call.

Love you!

P.S. Paula called and your mom, too.

McNearny hovered in my doorway.

“Have a seat,” I said, motioning to the living room. “Want anything to drink?”

He stayed in place and pulled out a notebook. “What can you tell me about the dinner cruise the other night?”

“I already told Officer Lee all I know. I told him that night. Is it official now? Was Helene killed?” I asked.

“I ask the questions, Mrs. Connolly,” he said straight-faced.

“Where’s Jones?” I asked, ignoring his attitude.

He glanced at the baby carrier I was still wearing. “His kid’s sick.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I said, unsnapping the carrier and pulling a sleeping Laurie out.

McNearny shrugged. He looked like he could care less about Jones’s kid.

Probably annoyed about Jones missing work.

“I saw you at the funeral.” McNearny glanced at his notes.

“I thought you told Lee that you barely knew the woman.”

“Does that mean I’m not allowed to attend her service?”

“Most people wouldn’t. Let’s cut to the chase—are you working on anything currently?”

“I’m crocheting Laurie a little cap.” I tried to hide my smile and look as serious as he did.

He turned red around the gills. “Mrs. Connolly, if you want to be difficult, I’ll just drag you downtown. Makes no difference to me.”

I glanced around for a spot to place Laurie and settled on her tummy time playmat. “All right. I’ll level with you. I just came from a meeting with Margaret Lipe. She thinks her husband poisoned Helene.”

McNearny looked stunned. He reviewed his notebook. “Is this the doctor we’re talking about?”

“The podiatrist, yeah,” I said.

“And did she happen to mention why he might want to do that?”

“It was an accident.”

McNearny squinted. “What?”

“She thinks he was trying to poison her.”

McNearny shook his head. “Did she tell you what she thought his motive might be?”

“He’s having an affair. At least she suspects that’s the case. She confronted him that evening. Supposedly he got very angry.”

McNearny chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Had she hired you to follow him prior to the cruise?”

“No. Won’t you sit down?”

“No.”

“You’re making me nervous standing there like that.”

“That’s the whole point, Mrs. Connolly.”

I leaned against my dining room table and exhaled. “Have it your way.”

“Okay, out with it. She hired you before the cruise. To follow him, right?”

“No,” I repeated firmly. “Why do you keep asking?”

He ignored my question. “Why were you on that cruise?”

“I told Officer Lee that—I was checking out Roo amp; You.”

“The mommy club?”

I nodded.

McNearny frowned. “What’s a mommy club doing on a dinner cruise? I mean, isn’t the whole point of those things to get the kids to play together or whatever?”

I ignored the way he practically spat the words “those things.” “That’s one of the purposes, yes.”

“What about the spouses?”

“What do you mean?”

McNearny waved his hand around. “You know, aren’t these mommy clubs just for women?”

“Are you asking why our spouses were with us on the cruise?”

McNearny nodded.

“It was my first meeting with the club. I don’t know all the ins and outs of it. The dinner cruise was supposedly a deviation from their normal meeting. This time they were going to include ‘the boys.’ It sounded fun to me.”

McNearny’s expression looked sour. Probably to him, the idea of spending time with a bunch of moms sounded like anything but fun.

“It was an opportunity to meet some new couples that were also parents. Get to know the ladies from the club a little better before joining,” I continued. “I also wanted the adult time with my husband. I didn’t plan on a murder as part of the date, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s what I’m getting at.”

“I thought you said you weren’t here to accuse me of anything.”

McNearny looked angry. “I’m not accusing you. Here’s what I think—you were hired by Mrs. Lipe to follow her husband and figure out who he was sleeping with and maybe things got out of hand on the cruise.”

“Look, I’m telling you that she didn’t hire me before today. Why would I lie about that?”

McNearny smiled. A huge grin, one that was intended to ridicule me. “You don’t know. Do you?”

“What? What am I suppose to know?”

“Not so smart after all.”

What was I missing? What did he know that I didn’t know?

“Why are you so hostile to me? I’m the one who helped you solve—”

His face turned beet red. “You think you helped solve that? We had that case blown open.”

McNearny and I stared each other down.

He was dead wrong but challenging him wasn’t going to get me closer to solving this case.

I swallowed my pride. “Sorry if I stepped on your toes.”