Mary Clark - I 've Heard That Song Before

“Yes.”

“What did Mrs. Hammond think of that?”

“She thought of it as part of my job. She understood.”

Greco sighed. “I think we are beating around the bush. I’m afraid you would not make a very good spy, Mr. Hammond. The inscrutable expression is not in your makeup. When I visited you at your home and we talked about Grace Carrington’s death, I looked into your eyes and saw an expression that was nothing short of anguish.”

Hammond looked past him. His voice a monotone, he said, “It’s true. Grace and I were very much in love. In so many ways we were alike-good family background, good schools, and no money. She never loved Peter. She liked him well enough, and God knows she enjoyed his wealth. She was coming to terms with her drinking problem and wanted to overcome it. In fact, she had joined AA.

“If she had divorced Peter, she would have received a twenty-million-dollar settlement, wonderful money to you and me, but certainly the income on that sum would not have maintained the lifestyle she had come to love: the private jet, the palazzo in Tuscany, the apartment in Paris, all the trappings that Peter Carrington doesn’t even bother with, except for the jet, which he uses for business.”

“So you intended to have a long-term affair?”

“No. I decided I had to break it off. I know how my behavior must look to you, but believe it or not, I never wanted to be a gigolo. I loved Grace with all my heart, but I also recognized how unfair we were being to both Peter and Nancy.”

Jeffrey Hammond bit his lip, got up, and walked to the window, turning his back on Greco. After a moment, he went on: “I called Grace and told her that it had to be ended. She hung up on me, but then called the next morning. She said that she was going to ask Peter for a divorce, that all his money wasn’t, after all, what she wanted for the rest of her life. She joked that she was giving up a guy who has money for one who raises money. Peter was away on one of his long trips at the time. My son was graduating from grammar school. We agreed to wait a month before we told Peter and Nancy what we had decided. Before that happened, Grace realized she was pregnant.”

“She was planning to divorce Peter before she knew she was pregnant?” Greco asked. “That was quite a change of heart.”

“It was Grace’s decision. She had been unhappy, and I guess decided that fantastic luxury wasn’t compensation for feeling lonely and unfulfilled. But of course, learning that she was pregnant changed everything. She had had three miscarriages in the past and had given up hope of having a baby. But she realized that now, when she gave birth to Peter Carrington’s child, she would have not only the baby she had wanted, but would be able to divorce Peter and still have the lifestyle she wanted. So prior to all that, I had been about to tell Nancy that I wanted my freedom, and Grace had been about to tell Peter the same thing. But then we decided to wait.”

“Was there any chance that the baby Grace was carrying was yours?”

“Absolutely none. We took every possible precaution to make sure that didn’t happen.”

“Do you think your wife suspected your relationship with Grace?”

“Toward the end, yes, I think she did,” Hammond admitted.

“I would believe that is true. Your wife seems to me to be a very astute woman. Yet she never challenged you about it, either before or after Grace Carrington’s death?”

“Never. Early in our marriage, Nancy told me that her father had had a couple of affairs. She believed that her mother was right to pretend she wasn’t aware of them. When he was in his fifties he settled down, and he and his wife had a good life together. I think after Grace died, Nancy was hoping that she and I would get closer again.”

“Had Grace been drinking much during her pregnancy?”

“In the beginning, yes, but she was trying to stop. She had not had a single drink for the month before she died.”

“And then, in the presence of other people, the night of the dinner party, she fell off the wagon. Mr. Hammond, if, as you have just suggested, your wife was aware of your affair, is it possible that she spiked Grace’s club soda that night?”

“Unlikely, but I guess it’s possible. Somebody did, that’s for sure. Grace would never have risked drinking in front of Elaine and Vincent Slater. Either one of them would have told Peter-she knew that.”

“You have told me that you went home minutes after Peter went up to bed. Were the gates in the driveway open?”

“Yes. Of course, they can be closed, but they seldom were, even at night. I doubt if Peter and Grace even remembered to turn on the alarm system half the time.”

Greco wondered if that was really true, or if Hammond was indicating, for some reason of his own, that both the grounds and the house were easily accessible. “You would have gone home about what time?” he asked.

“A little after eleven. As you have seen, we live quite close to the Carringtons, even though we’re not in the estate section of town.”

“What did you do after you got home?”

“I went up to bed. Nancy wasn’t tired and stayed downstairs to read.”

“Do you remember what time she came to bed?”

Jeffrey Hammond’s face turned red. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “We had had a pretty big row, and I was sleeping in my son’s room. He was away at a sleepover with a friend.”

“You have been more than candid with me, Mr. Hammond,” Greco said. “Frankly, I wonder why.”

“I’ll tell you why.” Suddenly Jeffrey Hammond’s voice was filled with the controlled fury Greco had heard earlier when he expressed the wish that the death penalty would be kept in New Jersey. “I loved Grace. We could have had a lifetime of happiness together. I want her killer found. If there’s one thing I don’t have it’s a motive for killing her. I think you can see that, so I don’t have to worry about being a suspect in her death. Maybe she got up, went outside, and lost her balance at the edge of the pool. I know that’s possible. But if someone did take her life, I want that person found and convicted, even if it means publicly acknowledging our relationship, with all that implies. I love my son, but not enough to let a beautiful woman’s life be snuffed out by someone who gets away with it.”

“Do you think Peter Carrington killed Grace?”

“I do and I don’t. Not over the issue of the money-that wouldn’t have mattered to him. Peter is not his father’s son in that respect. I don’t think he’d kill her out of pride, either, the cuckolded-husband outrage. I just don’t see Peter doing that. He was frustrated rather than furious when he grabbed the glass out of her hand. From what I know now, I do think it’s possible he might have killed her in a sleepwalking state. After seeing that tape of him attacking that policeman, I think that’s entirely possible.”

“Do you also think it’s possible that your wife went back to the mansion, perhaps woke up Grace, and suggested they go outside for a breath of air, and then pushed her into the pool?”

“Nancy never would have done that,” Hammond said vehemently. “She’s far too clearheaded to lose control that way. She’d never risk going to prison, because then she’d surely be separated from me and our son for good. The ultimate irony has been that she feels about me the way that I felt about Grace. She still hopes that in time I’ll fall in love with her again.”

“Will you, Mr. Hammond?”

“I only wish I could.”

After Banks and Markinson left, I went upstairs and lay down to rest. It was almost five o’clock. I knew that a security guard was at the gate and another on the grounds. I had sent Jane home, telling her that I wasn’t feeling well, and that I would heat some of her homemade soup later on. Thank God, she didn’t protest. I think it must have been evident from my manner that I absolutely wanted to be alone.