John Lescroart - The Suspect

"Well, it didn't just happen to Caryn, though. Somebody made it happen."

"I guess that's true." She sipped her coffee. "So. You said you're working for Stuart's lawyer. Does that mean you don't think he's guilty?"

"I don't think much of anything yet, Cindy. We're trying to understand a little more about Caryn's life. Do you think Stuart could have killed her?"

The directness of the question brought her up short. "I don't know. I've just been hearing about it everywhere, you know. From what they're saying, it seems like he might have."

"Do you know him? Stuart?"

She shrugged. "Not really. I've never actually said hello to him or anything that I remember. He didn't come up here too much. If ever, really. So no, I can't say I know him."

"How about when you first heard that Caryn had been killed? Do you remember your thoughts then? Your very first ones?"

She shook her head. "Just that I couldn't believe she was dead, that it had to be some mistake. But of course it wasn't."

"How about when you heard that it was a suspected murder?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I guess I didn't really think anything except maybe it was a break-in at her house or something like that. And then they started talking about her husband."

"So you had no reason to doubt it was Stuart?"

"Like what?"

"Like maybe something that was happening here at the hospital. Something you might have heard or seen, or simply known. Were you and Caryn friends?"

"Outside of work? No. I don't think she had too many friends outside of work."

"Okay, then how about here? How long had you worked for her?"

"Four years."

"Exclusively?"

"Well, no, but mostly. I kept her book." "And you got along well?"

"Really well. We just didn't do things together outside of work."

"So in all that time, didn't you ever share any personal stories?"

"Some, I guess. But really, not too many. Her daughter and my son, once in a while."

"What about them? Were they together? Are they?"

Cindy smiled broadly. "My son is seven. Her daughter is eighteen. No. Just mom stuff. But beyond that, she was a very busy person. One appointment to the next, boom boom boom. Then off to surgery. Time is money, you know."

"She'd say that?"

This brought another smile; it wasn't a bad memory. "Every day,

I bet."

Wyatt, half finished with his coffee, had nothing. Cindy Delgado seemed to take the world at face value and was clearly not a gossip. If he was going to get any useful information here, he was going to have to push her. Pushing his cup to the side, he leaned in over the table. "Cindy, let me be honest with you," he said. "Caryn's husband is in trouble. He swears he had nothing to do with her death, and my boss believes him. She thinks Caryn was having an affair."

In a couple of seconds, Cindy's face went through a range of expressions. Initially, immediately after Wyatt's words, the suggestion- the very concept-obviously caught her off guard. Her vivid eyes registered first surprise, then perplexity, and finally some kind of resolution. But, covering well, she only said, "Why does your boss think that?"

Wyatt shrugged. "When they found her, she was naked in her hot tub. There were two wineglasses. Caryn knew Stuart wasn't going to be home that night. My boss thinks she invited somebody over."

"So you're saying that person came and killed her?"

"That's our working hypothesis, yes." He lowered his voice. "Cindy, when I first mentioned this, you thought of something. I saw it in your face."

"No, I-"

"For what it's worth, some of the other doctors who knew her thought Caryn was seeing someone too. Starting sometime in the past few months. Did you notice any change in the way Caryn was acting, or seemed to feel about herself, back then?"

Cindy's coffee cup was on the table in front of her and now she reached out and started to turn it slowly, staring at it as if it were a crystal ball. Without looking back up at Hunt, she said, "One day I opened the door to her office to deliver some X-rays. I thought she'd gone out to her new clinic, otherwise I wouldn't have just gone in. Anyway, she must not have heard me come in and I heard her say 'I love you too.' And then she hung up and turned around and saw me standing there, and it was like all of a sudden she was scared to death. She actually went white, saying I'd startled her, and then she blurted out, all panicked like, 'That was Stuart.' And I kind of made a joke of it and said, 'I would hope so.' " Now Cindy looked straight at Wyatt. "But maybe, I'm thinking now, it wasn't."

"So who, thinking now, was it?"

She thought another minute, biting her lip. Stopping herself, she went on. "But no, that would mean…" The perplexity was back in her eyes as she stared across the table at Wyatt.

"It would mean he killed her."

"No! I didn't say that!"

"No, you didn't. I did. Cindy, this is too important to fool around with. Who are you talking about?"

"I can't imagine that. I mean, Bob's got a family and-" "Bob McAfee? I thought he was divorced."

"Yes, but the three kids. He's still in their lives. He couldn't have killed anybody."

"Guys with children kill people every day, Cindy. How well do you know him?"

"To talk to, you know. Like all the doctors here, maybe a little better because he was around more, setting up the new clinic with Caryn."

"Would they have had an opportunity to get together here?" "What do you mean?"

"I mean physically get together. Conduct an affair. Here in the hospital."

Maybe Wyatt was going too fast, but he had Cindy talking about an uncomfortable topic and he didn't want to give her time between his questions to think about whether or not she should answer them. She kept twirling her paper cup in front of her, avoiding Hunt's eyes. "Well… I mean, it's a building full of rooms with beds in them.

What do you think?"

"So did you notice a change in Caryn's behavior over the summer?" "A little bit, maybe. But mostly I just thought she was feeling all gung ho about her clinic and her invention-you know about that?"

Hunt nodded.

"Except then both those things got complicated again." "She talked to you about them?"

"A little bit. The last couple of weeks she was pretty uptight, so I asked her."

"And what did she say?"

"That it was just business stuff. Maybe she'd spread herself too thin."

"Did she say anything specific about McAfee?" "Not that I remember." "How about Doctor Pinkert?" "No," she said. "No what, Cindy?"

"No, I don't think they were personally involved. Bob, maybe. Doctor Pinkert, I'd have to say no." With that, Cindy broke out of her uneasy trance. She stopped turning her cup, she glanced at the clock on the wall, double-checked it with her watch. "Uh-oh. I really should be getting back to my station." She pushed her chair back and started to get up.

"Could you do one or two more questions?"

With a small sigh, she settled back into her chair. "Just a couple, though. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you. You kept her book. Was that just for her medical appointments and surgeries?"

"Mostly."

"But you'd have to know about her other activities so you avoid scheduling conflicts, right?" "Sure. Of course."

"So is there anybody else she saw on a regular basis? That was in her life, if you will."

"Well, you mean all that stuff down the Peninsula? There was Mr. Blair at PII, the president, you know. And Kelley, her lab assistant, and Mr. Furth, who was her broker. She liked him, I know."

"Mr. Furth?"

"Yes. She thought he was really hot. I mean, she joked about it." She brought her hand up to her mouth. "But I probably shouldn't say that, should I? I don't mean she was having an affair with him. She just thought he was cute."