Миранда Джеймс - Fixing To Die

An’gel turned her attention to Mary Turner and Henry Howard. “Now is not the time for recriminations. We don’t know for sure that Mrs. Pace had anything to do with Nathan Gamble’s death. I agree it looks highly suspicious, her sneaking away like this, but there could be other reasons.” Like because she’s a fake and a con artist , she thought, but didn’t say aloud. She didn’t want to injure Mary Turner’s feelings any further.

“I don’t care what you say.” Serenity Foster was on her feet, looking furious. “Why would that woman disappear like that if she wasn’t guilty? The sooner they catch her and throw her in jail, the better.” She stared hard at Mary Turner. “And you’re the one who let her stay here. I’ll bet you were in on the whole thing with her, maybe even asked her to come here.”

For a moment An’gel thought Mary Turner would launch herself from her position near the sofa to attack her cousin ten or more feet away. She had never seen the young woman so angry before. “You sit down and shut up, Serenity,” Mary Turner said, “or I swear to God I will take you to court and sue you for everything you’ve got. I have not had anything to do with that woman, other than make the mistake of letting her stay here. Whatever she did to Nathan, she did on her own.”

An’gel figured she had better back up Mary Turner yet again, because Serenity didn’t appear cowed by what her cousin said.

“I will remind you, young woman, that I have already offered to serve as a witness for Mary Turner against you, and I know my sister and our ward will do the same. You had better shut that mouth of yours and try to get control of your temper. These wild accusations aren’t doing anything to improve the situation.” She didn’t bother to look at Truss Wilbanks. The poor man was in no shape now to rein in his client.

Serenity opened her mouth to speak but Marcelline gave her no chance. She marched over to within a few inches of the young woman and got right up in her face.

“You’d better listen to Miss An’gel, girl, if you have any brains at all. I don’t reckon you have many, but you’d better use ’em. Miss An’gel is too much a lady to come slap your face, but I’m not. I’m not putting up with you calling Miss Mary a murderer, no way, no how.”

An’gel hoped Serenity wasn’t going to be stupid enough to ignore Marcelline’s warning.

She wasn’t, An’gel saw. Serenity backed away from the housekeeper, never taking her eyes off Marcelline’s face. She put the chair between them and nodded.

“That’s the last I want to hear out of you,” Marcelline said. “Now sit down in that chair, and keep your mouth shut till somebody asks you to open it.”

Serenity slowly complied with the housekeeper’s command. Her legs shook, and she dropped quickly into the chair. Marcelline stood over her for a moment, then moved away to stand by her employer.

“Thank you, Marcelline.” Mary Turner stared hard at her cousin. “Once this is all done, I never want to see you in this house again or anywhere near it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re no family of mine.”

By this time An’gel had had enough of the drama. Her head had begun to ache, partly from the need for food, but mostly from the tension and the shouting. She used her sternest tone. “Everyone, sit down. Right now. Enough of this carrying-on.”

Even the police officer started to sit, evidently realized she wasn’t supposed to, and straightened up again. An’gel surveyed the results of her command with satisfaction. She heard light clapping and knew without turning her head that Dickce was applauding. She ignored her sister for the moment.

“Officer, I would like to speak to Lieutenant Steinberg,” An’gel said. “Please get word to him right away.”

The policewoman nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She hurried from the room. An’gel hoped she wouldn’t get in trouble for leaving them alone, but the officer returned in less than twenty seconds at An’gel’s estimation.

“He’s ready for you, ma’am,” the officer told her.

“Thank you.” An’gel did not relish the thought of the conversation she was about to have with the taciturn Steinberg. He was not going to be happy with her when she had her say, but she had faced worse.

Another officer opened the library door for her, and An’gel walked in. Steinberg stood before the fireplace, his back to it. “You wanted to speak to me, Miss Ducote?” He gestured to a nearby chair, about seven feet away from where he stood.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” An’gel approached the chair, but instead of seating herself, she took her position beside it. She let her right arm rest on the back of the chair.

“I have two things to discuss with you, although the first is more in the nature of a confession.” An’gel paused to gauge the effect of her words. The lieutenant did not react in any way that she could detect. “I’m not confessing to causing the death of Nathan Gamble, mind you. I believe it was my fault that Mrs. Pace had the opportunity to exit the house without being seen.”

Steinberg frowned. “Would you care to explain that, ma’am?”

“I plan to,” An’gel replied, a little more tartly than she’d intended. “I could see that Mr. Wilbanks appeared to be in distress. He had been perspiring heavily, and I was afraid he was becoming dehydrated. I asked the young officer in the room if we could have water brought to us. I believe that while he was distracted by my request and trying to get water for us, Mrs. Pace seized her chance and went out the window. I didn’t notice it for at least two or three minutes after she must have done it. I alerted the officer as soon as I realized what must have happened.”

“I appreciate your candor, Miss Ducote,” the lieutenant said.

Was that a none-too-subtle payback for her question earlier about Nathan Gamble’s death? An’gel wondered. If so, she decided to ignore it. She simply nodded.

“It’s unfortunate that Mrs. Pace chose to take such action,” Steinberg said, “but she will soon be in our custody. I’ll see that she doesn’t escape again. Now what is the second thing you wish to discuss?”

“Food,” An’gel said. “It’s nearly two o’clock now, and I don’t believe any of us has had anything to eat since around eight this morning. I request that you allow us to feed ourselves, either from the kitchen here, or I will be happy to call and have food delivered. Enough food for everyone, including you and your officers.”

“That’s kind of you,” Steinberg said. “My officers and I have to decline your offer, but I see no reason that you and everyone else can’t eat now. Except for Mrs. Pace, of course. I will need to talk with her first.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” An’gel said. “I know everyone will be grateful.” Did she dare push her luck and ask another question? She had many, of course, but figured the most she could hope to get away with was one. But which one?

“Was there anything else, ma’am?” Steinberg asked.

“Yes, there is.” Might as well try , she thought. “Was Nathan Gamble murdered? He didn’t seem the type to commit suicide.”

Steinberg regarded her in silence, probably only for ten seconds, but those ten seconds felt like a hundred when she thought about it later.

“Suicide seems unlikely,” the lieutenant said. “That’s all I can tell you. I trust it will go no further at the moment, although I’m sure you will want to tell your sister.”

“Yes, I will.” An’gel wondered why he had answered. She really hadn’t expected him to.

“I know who you are, you see,” Steinberg said.

“I beg your pardon,” An’gel said, confused.

“I know Kanesha Berry,” Steinberg said. “We recently served on a state law enforcement task force together. She had several interesting stories about the Ducote sisters.”