Миранда Джеймс - File M For Murder

“You were engaged to him at one time, I believe.”

I wondered where she got that information. After brief reflection I decided Damitra Vane must have told her.

“Yes, I was. But I ended it a few months ago.” Laura drank more tea.

“He got you the job here, didn’t he?” Kanesha leaned forward in her chair, her gaze intent on my daughter.

Laura shrugged. “Yes, he did. He knew I was between gigs, plus he knew my dad lived here. He could be kind, you know.” She blinked away sudden tears.

“Were you still in love with him?” Kanesha’s tone had gained an edge.

Laura’s reply was sharp and short. “No.”

“So you had no motive to harm him?” Kanesha sounded harsh.

“No, I didn’t.” Laura’s eyes flashed as she responded. “He drove me nuts sometimes, but I’d never harm him permanently.” She stood. “I’m not feeling very well. I want to go lie down.”

“Thank you, Miss Harris.” Kanesha set her notebook on the table. “That’s all for now. I will probably have more questions for you later.”

Through all of this Diesel had remained silent—so silent, in fact, that I’d forgotten he was there. Now, however, he made his presence known. He meowed loudly as Laura bade the deputy good-bye and followed her out of the room. Her pace was slow, but steady. She appeared tired but able to make her way upstairs on her own. Diesel stayed with her.

Kanesha reclaimed my attention. “Now I have a few questions for you, Mr. Harris.”

“Sure, go ahead.” I braced myself. What should I do if she asked me about that dang thumb drive? I was going to have quite a talk with my daughter, and soon.

“Tell me about this morning,” Kanesha said. “How you came to find your daughter and what you saw.”

I drew my lightly scrambled wits together and focused on what the deputy wanted. I spent the next several minutes taking her through the events of the morning from my perspective.

When I finished, her first question focused on Laura’s olfactory memory. “Did you smell motor oil?”

“Not that I recall. I think if I’d smelled anything like that on Magda Johnston, though, I’d remember it.”

Kanesha stood. “I think that’s it for now.”

As I escorted her out of the kitchen, I brought up the subject I’d been concerned about ever since I found Laura unconscious this morning. “I’m worried that whoever attacked Laura will try again.” We stopped at the front door.

“You have every right to be.” Kanesha looked grim. “We don’t know yet what the attacker was after. It could have been random, but I don’t think it was. Until we know for sure why your daughter was assaulted, you do need to be concerned for her safety. I’ll talk to the police department to see if there’s anything they can do to keep an eye on her. In the meantime, keep her home as much as possible, and if she has to go out, make sure she doesn’t go alone.”

“Thank you, Deputy,” I said as I opened the door. “Anything you can do to keep her safe, I’d appreciate it.”

“That’s my job.” Kanesha stopped on the doorstep and fixed me with her laser stare. “Just one more thing, Mr. Harris. I know your daughter’s lying to me about something. And I don’t like that, not one little bit.”

She turned and headed down the sidewalk toward her vehicle.

TWENTY-FIVE

I felt an icy prickle on the back of my neck at Kanesha’s words. Should I have told her the truth?

I almost called out to her, but another thought struck me. Laura would be very hurt if I went behind her back and talked to the deputy, and I didn’t want that.

Laura’s reasons for lying to Kanesha eluded me at the moment, unless she did it in a misguided attempt to protect me. She didn’t realize, however, that her failure to tell the truth would simply make things far worse when Kanesha figured it out. And she would; I was sure of that.

I closed the door, then headed upstairs to check on Laura. Her door was ajar, and I paused at the threshold and called her name softly. When there was no response, I stuck my head inside far enough to see the bed.

Laura appeared to be asleep, lying on her side, her breathing even, one arm curled around Diesel. The cat spooned with her, his head under her chin. I watched for a moment. Diesel blinked at me a couple of times, as if to tell me he had everything under control and to go away. I smiled and withdrew, pulling the door almost shut.

Back downstairs, the house quiet around me, I began to feel restless. Yielding to impulse, I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage. I hadn’t talked to Helen Louise Brady for several days, and I had a sudden hankering to see her. We hadn’t been able to reschedule the dinner we’d planned the night of Laura’s cocktail party. I also thought it would be nice to have something from her bakery for dessert tonight. An image of her gâteau au chocolat flashed in my mind, and I was practically licking my lips as I backed the car out of the garage and pointed it toward the town square.

I found a spot on the square across from the bakery and parked. The afternoon sun blazed, and I shaded my eyes as I waited to cross the street. When I stepped under the bakery’s awning, I paused to peer in through the window. At mid-afternoon there were only three tables occupied, and I didn’t see Helen Louise anywhere.

As I entered, I hoped she was in the kitchen and not out for a while. I had to admit to myself that I came here more to see her than to buy a cake. I inhaled the delicious scents of freshly baked pastries and butter and various flavors all mingled together as I wandered over to the display cases. I could probably gain a couple of pounds from sniffing in here. I bent to have a closer look at a plate of éclairs.

“Charlie, my dear, what a pleasant surprise.”

I turned to my left to see Helen Louise beaming at me from behind the counter. I moved closer and smiled.

“But where’s Diesel?” Helen Louise, rake-thin and nearly six feet tall, frowned as she peered over the counter around me. “Isn’t he with you? I hope he’s not ill.”

“He’s fine,” I said. “I left him at home with Laura, napping.”

“Well, I suppose it’s okay this one time, but you know the only reason I allow you in here is because you usually bring that gorgeous kitty with you.” Helen Louise chuckled.

I sighed heavily, going along with the joke. “Yes, I know, and here I thought you were beginning to like me for myself and not mon chat très beau .”

Helen Louise laughed at my sally. She had spent several years in Paris, studying her art, and ever since she came back to Athena she tended to sprinkle her conversations with the occasional word or phrase of French. My accent was not that good, but I think the effort amused her.

“Do you have time for a chat? How about some coffee and an éclair?”

“You read my mind.” I smiled. “My mouth will overrule my waistline and say yes to the éclair.”

“Have a seat, and I’ll be with you in a moment.” Helen Louise gestured toward our usual table, in the corner near the cash register.

Sitting at the table without Diesel at my feet was odd. I was so used to having him with me almost all the time that I felt like part of me was missing. Helen Louise returned then, bearing a tray with two cups of coffee and two éclairs. She deftly served them before sitting next to me.

She clasped my hand for a moment and gave it a squeeze. “I heard about the death of Laura’s friend at the college. How awful for her.”

“Yes, it was terrible. She was the one who found him.” I added two small scoops of sugar to my coffee.