Tracy Kiely - Murder at Longbourn

“It was easy, really.” Jackie became eerily conversational. I began to feel an unreal sensation creep over me. This couldn’t be happening. “When I read of Martin’s death, I wrote Linnet a letter of condolence and, amazingly, she invited me to visit. Seeing her preen around her grand house, touching her grand things, all the while spitting on poor Martin’s memory made me hate her as I never had before. That’s when I first thought of killing her. But how could I do it without getting caught? While I contemplated a murder plan, Linnet decided to sell her house and move to the Cape, and she asked me to come live with her. Of course I agreed. Neither of us had any living relatives or knew anyone on the Cape. How easy would it be for me to become her? After all, we were cousins and we resembled each other. I was always good at imitating people. Linnet wore a lot of makeup and a wig and—”

“And you always wore big floppy hats to hide your face. You wanted everyone to think they were meant to cover thinning hair, but it was Linnet who had the thinning hair, Linnet who wanted to hide it. That’s why she wore a wig.”

She smiled at me like a proud parent. I remembered Linnet’s battered body lying in the snow that day and how I’d seen the sparse hair and assumed it was Jackie. And Linnet’s sudden need for her tinted glasses—hadn’t she insinuated that Jackie was to blame for the loss of her contacts? At the time, I’d thought Linnet was being unfair, but no doubt Jackie had hidden the contacts, forcing Linnet to use her glasses. It was just a prearranged prop for Jackie to obfuscate differences between her and Linnet. As I slowly edged toward the door, I asked, “So you killed Gerald for nothing? Just to divert attention from your real crime.”

“Exactly. I couldn’t have asked for a better target. Why, I hadn’t been here three days before I realized that everyone in this town hated Gerald Ramsey. And really, it’s not as if anyone minded his dying. In fact, I think I did several people a service. With so many suspects, the police were far too busy checking motives to worry about anything else.”

“And then you showed up pretending to know something about his death.”

“Yes.” She laughed. Her laugh had a strange edge to it. Unstable was one way to describe it. Scary as hell was another. “You should have seen your face,” she went on. “It took all of my self-control not to burst out laughing. From there on it was simple. I just became Linnet. I’d studied her closely.” She shifted her posture slightly, rearranged her facial expression, and suddenly she was the proud and haughty Linnet Westin. Then her face crumpled and the illusion was gone. Her mouth twisted. “Killing Linnet gave me a great deal of satisfaction, but later, when it was over … well, she was the only one who remembered the past. She may have sneered at Martin, but at least she remembered the sound of his voice. Now no one does, only me.” She trailed off, staring at something unseen in front of her. Cautiously, I took a few steps toward the door again. “But what’s done is done,” she said, snapping back to the present. I stopped my slow inching. “It’s for the best,” she added firmly. “Linnet deserved to die. She stole Martin from me. It would have been different had she really loved him. She made his life a living nightmare and she drove him to drink. He barely touched alcohol when I knew him. Linnet killed him just as she killed my dreams.”

“I can see that,” I said. I was still at least twenty feet from the hallway.

“So tell me, dear.” She smiled her friendly, Jackie smile. “What tipped you off?”

“When you tried to frame Lauren. It was clever of you to text a message to Linnet’s phone and leave it in her car. You asked Peter to have someone drive the car back to the house, hoping that person would find the cell phone and read the message. But it made me wonder. Why a text? A voice message made more sense, but you couldn’t be sure of anyone hearing it. After all, you probably didn’t even know Linnet’s access code and chances were no one else would figure it out, either. I imagine it was easy to plant the foxglove at Lauren’s house during the funeral reception. But I couldn’t believe that Lauren was the killer. And then I remembered that Lauren is left-handed. The glove you used when you shot Gerald was right-handed. So I asked myself, who hated Lauren enough to frame her? And I thought of you the day of the luncheon. You sat at the table, twisting your earring and telling us of your dislike of Lauren.”

“So?”

“So you have pierced ears. Linnet didn’t. She wore clip-ons, expensive ones. The kind that Jackie would never own.” I held up the diamond clip-on earrings I had taken from Linnet’s jewelry case. “The body I found outside did not have pierced ears. I saw it. It was a smooth ear. There was no hole in it. That’s when I realized the body I found must have been Linnet’s. Was Lauren like Linnet? Is that why you hated her? Because she also married for money and not for love?”

She sneered. “Aren’t you clever today? Yes. I sent the text to Linnet’s cell. Lauren is no better than Linnet and she deserves to rot. And it all worked, too. Aside from you, everyone thinks that Lauren is the murderer and Linnet Westin is nothing more than a beastly snob. I’ll sell this place and move away. And no one will ever be the wiser.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t true,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I already called the police. Detective Stewart and his men should be here any minute.”

She laughed; it had a high-pitched resonance that made my skin crawl. “Oh, come now. You can’t possibly think I believe that.” I knew what she was going to say next. “Your face gives you away every time, my dear.

“Now what am I going to do with you?” she asked pleasantly, as she casually surveyed the room. “I can’t do anything here—I don’t want to risk leaving a trail. I’ll have to move your car and then when it’s dark, I’ll …” I slowly slid my foot toward the door again. She pointed the gun squarely at my chest. With deadly determination, she cocked the hammer. “I don’t think so, my dear. As much as I like you, I didn’t come this far just to get tripped up by a silly girl. Move this way. Downstairs, please. Slowly. And don’t be an idiot.”

Her eyes gleamed like blue steel and the hand that held the gun neither shook nor quivered. My feet backed away from both her and the gun on their own accord, reversing my earlier progress to the door. My mind was in a panic but not so much that I didn’t know my fate was sealed unless I did something, and fast. Jackie hadn’t told me all of this to let me go. She was going to kill me, just like she had killed Gerald and Linnet. Do something, I thought. Don’t just stand there! Move! The only problem was, I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that I did not want to die. A vision of Gerald’s dead, staring eyes swam before me, increasing my terror. As I saw it, I had two choices: A, I could let myself be shot, or B, I could not. I opted for option B.

Lowering my head, I put my hand on my stomach and sagged against Linnet’s dressing table. “What are you doing?” Jackie asked suspiciously.

“I … I think I’m going to be sick.” I placed my hand on the table for support.

“Well, don’t,” she snapped.

“That’s what I’m working on.” I pawed at the table as though to keep myself upright. My hand snaked toward Linnet’s heavy metal jewelry box. I leaned my body forward, taking deep breaths. With a quick prayer, I grabbed the box and flung it at Jackie’s head.

She saw it coming and jerked backward, but not before the box grazed her. The impact sent a shower of diamond and pearl baubles through the air. “You bitch!” she screamed as she stumbled, clutching her cheek. Taking advantage of her imbalance, I shoved past her and scrambled for the stairs. She lost little time in taking up the chase, and I could hear her close behind me. At the base of the stairs she caught up with me, grabbed my ponytail, and yanked me backward. Her strength surprised me and I inwardly cursed the local senior fitness program. I spun around to strike her, only to have her claw at my eyes and face. Tears blurred my vision and I yelped in pain as I felt one of my earrings ripped out. I balled my hand into a fist and swung at her head, but she was faster, and had the advantage of sight. A blinding flash of light burst behind my eyes as she slammed the gun into my left temple. The floor swam up to me and I knew no more.