had listened in attentive silence up until now, said, âThis is silly, Detective Morton. My mother has gone out of her way more than once to help you people catch criminals.â She flashed a resentful glance at Mike Geraghty. âAt least Detective Geraghty has to appreciate that.â She stepped close to Morton. Louise noted the red-faced detective was caught in a pincers movement between her husband, her daughter and herself. âSince youâre through, why donât you leave?â She put out a hand, as if to take his elbow and escort him out.
For a second, Morton stared at her lithe, tanned figure in tennis costume, then quickly moved across the room. On reaching the front hall, he stopped and turned, studiously avoiding looking at Martha or any of the family. Instead, his gaze was fastened somewhere in middle space. âMrs. Eldridge,â he said, âdonât think about leaving home. Remember, right now youâre between a rock and a hard place.â As an afterthought, he added, âAnd please donât get any ideas that youâre gonna investigate this crime. Youâre too involved, believe me. If I were you, I wouldnât even talk about it with my friends. Now, câmon, Mike, we have work to do.â
Geraghty silently reached over toward Louise, as if to give her a little comforting pat on her shoulder. But he withdrew his hand before he touched her and followed the lead detective out of the house.
12
M artha was on the patio by herself, slumped in a chair with the cell phone at her ear, her feet propped up on another chair. The woods were loud with birds chirping and insects making a huge racket. She hoped Jim could hear her. When he did, he wouldnât like what she said.
âIâm glad youâre coming back this afternoon,â he said. âIâve missed you so much, Martha.â
âIâm not coming, Jim. Iâve had to cancel the flight. We have trouble here.â
âWhat trouble?â
âYou know that big creep, Peter Hoffman, that I told you all about? Well, he was missing for almost a week, and last night my mother found his body in our garden.â
âBummer. Iâm sorry, Martha. Iâm really sorry. Who put him there?â
âThatâs the bad part. The cops have been busy snooping around Maâs garden shed, taking fingerprints, et cetera, and they just came over and told her that sheâs a suspect. I think sheâs their only suspect.â
âI thought she was the police departmentâs best little helper.â
âShe was. She is.â
âTell me more.â
Martha went down the evidence list, piece by piece.
âThat sweatshirtâs not good, Martha,â concluded Jim. âIt probably has Hoffmanâs blood on it. Someoneâs got it in for her.â
âMike Geraghty probably agrees with you. Heâs the detective who used to run things at the Mount Vernon station. Itâs mainly this George Morton who acts like she belongs in jail. They say theyâll arrest her by the end of next week if they canât come up with some evidence that someone else did it.â
âShould I come out there?â
âHow are you going to run for public office if youâre in northern Virginia?â
âItâs not a good time, Iâll admit. And someoneâs just attacked me for something my great-uncle did thirty-seven years ago. But Iâll come if you need me.â
âIâd like to help out here as much as I can. Usually itâs Janie who has to help Ma get out of her scrapes. Iâll tell you what. Give me a few days. If things donât get straightened out by then, maybe youâd better fly out here and lend your keen Cook County crime nose to saving her.â
âI canât believe the police are serious. I sure donât want my future mother-in-law in jail. Youâll need to call me every night and tell me how things are
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