indeed a hit with the local police force. Cops and donuts. I had to smile.
“I want to talk with the last family on the list, and then we can head out to Port Chester and see what Mr. Perry has to say about the fight. I asked Shirley to see if she could find out anything about him and she told me yesterday that there wasn’t much. He comes off as an arrogant twit on his Facebook page, and after he was fired he put out some nasty comments on Twitter. He didn’t mention Sheldon Spiegel by name, but Shirley said he made several references to an old guy not knowing anything about sub base course, whatever the heck that means.”
“It seems this man might still have issues with Mr. Spiegel,” Annie said.
“Maybe. I hope we can catch him at home. We got lucky on Saturday finding most people home, but today might be a different story.”
“Gerard hasn’t said much about the other women. It’s odd, no, that the police seem to be concentrating on the brother and this man in New York.”
“It is odd, and it makes me wonder if John knows something more that he’s not telling us, or if he just doesn’t think a switched baby is motive enough to kill.”
I finished tidying up the kitchen and then Annie and I headed out. I needed to make a couple of stops before we drove to the next family. One of them was getting gas. I don’t use my car much, but since Annie arrived, we had been driving quite a bit.
We stopped at a station not far from my home and while I filled my car, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would feel if I had a child and found out it wasn’t really mine. Would it change anything? Of course, I didn’t have any children, but I had Kendall and Henry. I loved them both tremendously, and if my sister told me tomorrow that they had been switched, it wouldn’t change anything at all. I had spent last Saturday taking Kendall shopping and then out to lunch, and what a wonderful little girl she was. And Henry, well, Henry was something else. Wild and fun and full of life. No, if I found out they had been switched and had other biological parents it wouldn’t matter one little bit. I would fight anyone who tried to take them away. Maybe even kill, but I didn’t want to go there.
And that’s why I felt so strongly that this is what was behind the murder of Mr. Spiegel. Not some fight with a colleague, not some long ago problems with his brother, but someone’s fear that Mr. Spiegel would take their child. But these six women weren’t children anymore. I was about to abandon my theory, but the more I thought about it, it didn’t matter. To their parents they were children, and parents would fight no matter the age to protect their child. Look at my own mother. She never stopped worrying about me. Granted, I tended to get mixed up in some scary stuff, but my mother would worry about me and give me her two cent’s worth for the rest of my life. I was lucky.
“You are deep in thought, Alex,” Annie said when I got back into the car.
“Just thinking about possible motives and whether we are off base.”
Annie shook her head quickly. “No, I do not think so. When it comes to one’s child, no matter their age, if a parent feels that child, that relationship, is in jeopardy, it would be cause for something drastic. Even murder. We will keep looking and asking questions, but it will come back to this. I am sure.”
After a couple more errands we were finally on our way. I exited the turnpike in Norwalk and took the first left, following the instructions to the Newman home that Annie had brought up on her phone. I probably needed to upgrade my old flip phone to one of these smart things, but then how many times did I need directions to suspects’ homes. And besides, I always carried a map tucked behind my seat.
I pulled up in front of a townhouse and turned the car off.
“Okay. This is the last family on the list. Hopefully, they’ll be willing to give us an address for their daughter so we can
“I want to talk with the last family on the list, and then we can head out to Port Chester and see what Mr. Perry has to say about the fight. I asked Shirley to see if she could find out anything about him and she told me yesterday that there wasn’t much. He comes off as an arrogant twit on his Facebook page, and after he was fired he put out some nasty comments on Twitter. He didn’t mention Sheldon Spiegel by name, but Shirley said he made several references to an old guy not knowing anything about sub base course, whatever the heck that means.”
“It seems this man might still have issues with Mr. Spiegel,” Annie said.
“Maybe. I hope we can catch him at home. We got lucky on Saturday finding most people home, but today might be a different story.”
“Gerard hasn’t said much about the other women. It’s odd, no, that the police seem to be concentrating on the brother and this man in New York.”
“It is odd, and it makes me wonder if John knows something more that he’s not telling us, or if he just doesn’t think a switched baby is motive enough to kill.”
I finished tidying up the kitchen and then Annie and I headed out. I needed to make a couple of stops before we drove to the next family. One of them was getting gas. I don’t use my car much, but since Annie arrived, we had been driving quite a bit.
We stopped at a station not far from my home and while I filled my car, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would feel if I had a child and found out it wasn’t really mine. Would it change anything? Of course, I didn’t have any children, but I had Kendall and Henry. I loved them both tremendously, and if my sister told me tomorrow that they had been switched, it wouldn’t change anything at all. I had spent last Saturday taking Kendall shopping and then out to lunch, and what a wonderful little girl she was. And Henry, well, Henry was something else. Wild and fun and full of life. No, if I found out they had been switched and had other biological parents it wouldn’t matter one little bit. I would fight anyone who tried to take them away. Maybe even kill, but I didn’t want to go there.
And that’s why I felt so strongly that this is what was behind the murder of Mr. Spiegel. Not some fight with a colleague, not some long ago problems with his brother, but someone’s fear that Mr. Spiegel would take their child. But these six women weren’t children anymore. I was about to abandon my theory, but the more I thought about it, it didn’t matter. To their parents they were children, and parents would fight no matter the age to protect their child. Look at my own mother. She never stopped worrying about me. Granted, I tended to get mixed up in some scary stuff, but my mother would worry about me and give me her two cent’s worth for the rest of my life. I was lucky.
“You are deep in thought, Alex,” Annie said when I got back into the car.
“Just thinking about possible motives and whether we are off base.”
Annie shook her head quickly. “No, I do not think so. When it comes to one’s child, no matter their age, if a parent feels that child, that relationship, is in jeopardy, it would be cause for something drastic. Even murder. We will keep looking and asking questions, but it will come back to this. I am sure.”
After a couple more errands we were finally on our way. I exited the turnpike in Norwalk and took the first left, following the instructions to the Newman home that Annie had brought up on her phone. I probably needed to upgrade my old flip phone to one of these smart things, but then how many times did I need directions to suspects’ homes. And besides, I always carried a map tucked behind my seat.
I pulled up in front of a townhouse and turned the car off.
“Okay. This is the last family on the list. Hopefully, they’ll be willing to give us an address for their daughter so we can
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