knowing at the time that you’d need to cover your tracks by killing Ada. The old lady wrecked your whole scheme, didn’t she? You would have gotten away with it if it hadn’t been for her. I certainly bought that Norma died of natural causes. Her doctor would have verified that she had a serious heart condition. The medical examiner would have likely forgone the autopsy. It was all working for you, Jory. Until you went and killed Ada. That meant we had to take a fresh hard look at Norma. That also meant Les had to die because…” Des paused, shoving her heavy horn-rimmed glasses up her nose. “Actually, this part I still don’t get. Was Les going to pin it all on you, is that it?”
Jory lowered her eyes, gazing down at her hands folded there on the table. Slowly, her gaze inched over toward the cutting board at her elbow. And to the carving knife that lay there. It was very long and very sharp.
Des watched Jory’s eyes carefully. Also her hands. Her own hands were stuffed in the pockets of her coat. “The time for kidding ourselves is long past, Jory. Les is dead, you’re alive. That puts it all on you. So start talking. I repeat: Whose idea was it to put the digoxin in the cocoa-was it Les or was it you?”
“Des, I don’t know what you mean,” she responded finally, her hands edging fractionally closer to that knife. “Really, I don’t.”
“Sure you do.” Des shifted her SIG out of her pocket and into her lap. “But you’ve got to get off this story about Spence Sibley being the great love of your life. It’s sweet, but it’s also complete crap. You did rock his world last night. That part’s real. But the rest of it is straight out of a Harlequin Romance. You don’t feel any love for Spence, and we both know it. So show me some respect, Jory. I don’t think you’re a bad person. But something bad has happened here, and you were involved. You can’t get away with it. That’s not going to happen. So get out in front while you have the chance. Work with me. Trust me. If you do, I can help you. If you don’t, I can’t. And, by the way, you should know that my weapon is pointed right at you underneath this table. Move any closer to that carving knife and you’re dead.”
Jory’s froze, her eyes widening. “You’d shoot me?”
“Like a rabid raccoon.” Des reached over and snatched the knife away from Jory, then sat back, her SIG still trained on her under the table. “I actually felt sorry for you this morning, know that? I sat here at this very table listening to you sob about how Norma was like a mother to you, and I felt bad for you.”
“Hey, I feel bad for me, too,” Jory said softly, her eyes puddling with tears. “You can’t imagine just how much I… wish I had… never…” She let out a huge, ragged sob, the tears spilling down her pink cheeks.
Des waited her out in patient silence. The tears often flowed at this point. They signified nothing. Nothing to do with sorrow or regret, that is. They were strictly about fear.
“God, I want to wake up from this nightmare,” Jory sniffled, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“So wake up and start talking.”
“It was all Les’s idea,” she began, her voice sounding flat and defeated. “He manipulated me, set me up, whatever you want to call it. And I fell for it all the way. I’m a bird-brained fool. I am so stupid.”
“Exactly how did Les set you up?”
“The bastard promised to marry me, that’s how.”
“You and he were lovers?”
“I wouldn’t call it love,” she said bitterly. “But I did lie to you just now about how he was always harassing me. He didn’t have to. I gave myself to him willingly. It was easy, really. All I had to do was close my eyes tight, grit my teeth and think about something, anything else. I let that man have me again and again and again. I… I helped him get rid of Norma, too. All because I believed his promises. I should have known better. I did know better. But I wanted to believe him. It’s all passing me by, Des. I’m closing in on thirty and I’m so miserable. I’m trapped in this place. I’m lonely. I’m poor. And I want more. I want a life for myself. The sad thing is, Les knew all of this. That’s what made me his perfect sucker. Can you understand that?”
“Keep talking. I’m listening.”
“He told me that when Norma died, this place would be all his. That he would inherit Astrid’s Castle. And he would marry me and we’d live happily ever after together. God, talk about a fairy tale. But I went for it. After living my whole life in that grubby caretaker’s cottage, stripping the soiled sheets off other people’s beds, swabbing out their toilets, smiling at them and smiling at them… Think of it, I would be running the castle. It would be my castle. And I wanted that, Des. Not only for me but for Jase.”
“Did he know that you and Les were involved?”
“No, never,” she replied. “Jase could tell that Les was into me. That much was pretty obvious. He even warned me to watch out for Les. But I shielded him from the ugly truth, which was that I’d been sleeping with the man for months. We’d slip away once or twice a week together. I’d tell Jase I was running errands, or getting my hair cut. You see, I’ve always tried to shield him from the truth about people and the awful kinds of behavior we’re capable of. Jase is really so innocent that way. He can’t understand how people will just flat-out lie. That’s what Les did to me. He lied. Made the whole story up. I overheard the terrible truth this morning-that the castle didn’t pass to him, it passed to Aaron. The bastard knew this all along. He’d signed a pre-nuptual agreement. But he dangled it in front of me anyway, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And I bought it. And so I slept with him and I killed Norma for him,” she confessed, biting the words off angrily. “He made me kill Norma for him.”
“Exactly how did he do that, Jory?”
“He said that if I didn’t kill her he’d tell her all about our affair. That I’d seduced him. That I was a conniving little slut who slept with lots of guests, often for money. Norma would have fired me instantly. Jase, too. We’d have ended up renting some moldy shack up by Uncas Lake. I’d be working as a cashier at Dunkin’ Donuts. And God knows what sort of work Jase could get. Les was a cunning old snake, Des. He was probably leading Martha Burgess on, too. Telling that scrawny dishrag he’d marry her. Or maybe he really was planning to marry her. Who knows? I sure don’t. I thought he loved me and would marry me. And it was never true, Des. I was never anything more to him than a stupid bimbo who he could screw every which way possible.” Sunlight broke through the retreating storm clouds now and streamed through the kitchen window, a shaft of it slanting across Jory’s face. “I fooled myself, Des. God, how I fooled myself. But I didn’t know that until this morning. And by then the whole damned thing had exploded in our faces.”
“Walk me through it, Jory. Step by step.”
“Sure, I can do that,” she said woodenly. “Les decided that last night was the perfect night for us to make our move. A whole lot of stress was piling up on Norma this weekend. Throw in an ice storm, a power outage-it just seemed to him like the ideal night for her heart to give out. He told me this down in the wine cellar, when he came down to fetch me. ‘This is our chance,’ he said. ‘Tonight’s the night.’ Assuming she got up, of course. But she got up pretty much every night. Made her cocoa and read her John O’Whoever-he-was. I kept an eye out for her in the cottage. When I saw the flicker of her lantern in here, I joined her. Told her I couldn’t sleep either. Told her to let me make the cocoa for her. Les was the one who stole her heart medicine. I’d broken a dozen capsules open and poured the powder into a tiny plastic bag. While we were busy girl-talking away in here, I dumped it into her mug. My back was to her. She never saw me.” Jory’s mouth tightened. “Unfortunately…”
“Ada did,” Des said.
“The way that old lady glided around this place, I swear it wasn’t human,” Jory protested angrily. “I didn’t see her. I didn’t hear her. All I know is she was suddenly standing right in that doorway with her beady eyes trained right on me. She’d heard Norma come downstairs, I guess. Thought she’d join her. I put on water for her herbal tea and kept sneaking looks at her. Des, those eyes of hers just kept boring right back at me. She didn’t so much as blink.”
“She knew what you’d done?”
“Not at the time, I don’t think. Because if she’d suspected anything, she would have told Norma to pour out the cocoa, right? She didn’t. She let Norma drink it. What I do think is that Ada was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“That Norma’s heart condition was much more serious than Norma had been admitting to her. That Norma required heavy doses of medication and it was my job to make sure she got it. I figured she was concerned about her daughter’s health. Not that Ada said one word about it. It was like she didn’t want to invade Norma’s privacy or something. She just drank her tea and went back up to bed. After Norma finished her cocoa, she went back to bed, too.”
“Then what happened?”
“I rinsed out the mug and saucepan, dried them and put them away. Then I sneaked into Spence’s room and
