Fruit of the Poisoned Tree

“All right! I’ll do what I can. But I won’t lose my job. Now get inside.”

Peggy smiled at her, then backed into the closet. It was completely black when Mai shut the door. It smelled of moth-balls and musty old clothing. She wondered if Isabelle had used it at all in the last ten years. She stood very still and listened as Jonas, Al, and Mai talked about what they knew about the case so far.

“I guess we’ll be paying the Mrs. Lamonte who’s still alive a visit,” Jonas said. “Good thing Peggy left before she knew. She’d already have the woman hidden away in her house waiting to sneak her out of the city.”

The three chuckled in a way Peggy hoped could be construed as “fondly.” Al said, “She’s not really like that, you know. She got involved in the Warner case because the man was killed in her shop. She wouldn’t necessarily do it again.”

Bless his heart. Peggy tried not to step down too hard on the side of a boot lodged under her foot.

“But you wouldn’t want to stake your pension on that would you, Detective?” Jonas baited him.

“No, sir. I wouldn’t. Peggy gets too emotional, no doubt about it. I just hope she doesn’t get involved this time.”

“I’m sure she won’t. Why would she? I mean, she has enough to do, right?” Mai laughed nervously. She cleared her throat when they looked at her strangely and told them her “theory” about the dragon’s head missing from the cane.

“Al, get a couple of officers in here to help her look for that thing. Go over everything again, Mai. Let me know if you find it. Then get some help to take these things back to the lab,” Jonas told her. “Al and I are headed over to the other Lamonte house. I’ll be glad when this is over. Too many Lamontes.”

Peggy wasn’t sure what to do. She could call Beth and warn her about the police visit. It wouldn’t keep it from happening, but it would prepare her. John would’ve given her a good talking to when she came home if he were still alive. She shouldn’t interfere in police business.

But she was already involved. It wasn’t like she wanted to be there, hiding in Isabelle’s dark closet. First Beth, then Isabelle, and finally Al put her in the picture. There was nothing else to do but follow through. Anything else would be letting her friends down.

“Forgive me, John,” she muttered as she speed-dialed Beth’s home number on her cell phone. She didn’t dare get out of the closet and could only hope no one was standing nearby.

“Hello?” Beth’s voice was strained and tearful.

“There’s no easy way to tell you this,” Peggy began in a quick, quiet whisper. “The police are on their way to your house to ask you questions about Isabelle’s death.”

“How? Why?” Beth sputtered.

Peggy heard the doorbell ring from Beth’s end of the phone. “Did you contact a lawyer yet?”

“I spoke with one of Park’s friends. He isn’t here right now. What should I do?”

“Tell the truth. Just not too much of it. Answer their questions, but don’t offer any extra information. Call Park’s friend.” Peggy tried to think of any other bit of advice. None came to mind. “I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Why didn’t you come with them?” Beth asked.

“It’s difficult to explain.” Peggy glanced around the closet. “Just keep your wits about you. The police are serious about this. I’ll explain when I get there.”

Mai opened the closet door just as Peggy got off the phone. “Were you talking to yourself?”

“No.” Peggy held up the cell phone. “Is it safe to come out now?”

“Everyone’s gone. If you go out the back, you should be okay.”

“Thanks. Call me if you find out anything else?”

“As much as I can,” Mai whispered. “Please don’t do anything that would jeopardize either of us.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to you later.”

“And thanks for the tip about the dragon’s head!”

“You’re welcome. You might want to ask Alice why she didn’t mention it. Also, in case you didn’t know, Cindy is Park’s ex-wife. That might be something to check into as well.” Peggy waved to her and walked quietly back down the long hall to the kitchen. The grandfather clock ticked loudly in the close atmosphere. The house smelled of mold and decay. The estate would probably sell the place. A family would move in and take care of the old house again. It was hard to imagine laughter ringing through these halls, but she knew it would happen.

She noticed Jonas and Al leaving in Al’s SUV. She began running, cutting through backyards to reach Beth before them.

Sam called her cell phone as she got outside. “I’m at the shop. I thought you’d be here, too,” he said. “I know everything downtown is closed and everyone is home, but you’re usually here anyway.”

“Normally I would be,” she agreed as a thorn on a climbing rose branch caught her jacket as she ran by its trellis. She disengaged it and continued on, waving to an acquaintance as she ran through her backyard. “But everything is crazy, Sam. Beth might be accused of pushing Isabelle down the stairs last night.”

“What? I knew she was having problems with Park’s death because of the old lady, but I can’t believe . . . what happened?”

Peggy explained as she rounded the corner of the street Beth lived on. She stepped in one end of an ornamental pond, camouflaged by fallen leaves. She drew back a wet boot but kept going. “It looks pretty convincing. Isabelle wouldn’t have tried to come down the stairs without her cane. And the B was brilliant. If I didn’t know better, I’d blame Beth, too.”

“What are you doing?” Sam wondered as he listened to her labored breathing. “You sound like you’re running a marathon. Are you really that sure about Beth?”

“Yes. She wouldn’t hurt anyone. But there must be someone who wants to make it look like she did.” She huffed out warm air into the cold morning. “I’m trying to get to Beth’s house before Al and Jonas. It’s a lot easier to run through these yards when there isn’t snow and ice on the ground.”

“Okay. I suppose that means you want to prove Beth is innocent. Maybe we should open a detective agency instead of a garden shop.”

“I don’t think so!” She snorted. “We’ll have to talk later. I’m at her house and Al is pulling in right behind me. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Thanks for being there, Sam.”

“You know me. Always ready to steal a body or break into a funeral home.”

Peggy laughed as she closed her phone. She didn’t have the breath to assure him that those circumstances wouldn’t happen again. She might be able to help Beth in some way but not so directly. She wouldn’t risk so much, even to help her friend. Some of the things she had to do to find Mark Warner’s killer were impossible. She certainly wouldn’t involve Sam, Steve, or Mai as she did last time.

Jonas was getting out of Al’s Ford Explorer that was parked behind an unfamiliar black Hummer as she pushed herself up the sidewalk. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I’m here to visit my friend,” she replied with as much indignity as she could put into her wispy, breathless voice. Her chest was heaving with exertion. “She lost her husband, you know. She needs support. What brings you here?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! We’re here on official police business, Peggy. Please don’t try to interfere.” Jonas’s look told her he fully expected her to do it anyway.

“Are you here to notify Beth of Isabelle’s death?” She stalled for more time for her friend.

“No. And that’s all you’re getting out of me. I think you should go home.”

Peggy drew herself up to her full height and faced him fearlessly. “Despite your official business here, the law doesn’t say anything about not being able to visit a friend. If Beth doesn’t want me here while you’re here, she can tell me.”

Jonas opened his mouth to say something else but thought better of it. He turned to Al, “Come on, Detective. We have a job to do.”

The three of them went up to the front door together. Al shook his head when Peggy knocked before Jonas could do it. The door opened slowly to a man dressed casually in jeans and a red flannel shirt. His sharp, inquisitive gray eyes searched the faces at the doorstep. “Can I help you?”

“Yes.” Peggy pushed past Jonas and Al. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Peggy Lee.”

“Of course. Mrs. Lamonte is expecting you. I’m Gary Rusch, Park’s partner.”