Fruit of the Poisoned Tree

to you later.” She found Steve in the great room sampling some cheese puffs and talking with Beth’s parents. “Excuse me.” She took his arm and drew him away as she smiled and nodded at Beth’s mother and father. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“Is something wrong? Did someone call you? Did Shakespeare break out?”

“Something’s wrong,” she confirmed, going back toward the front door for her coat. “I have to go to the landfill.”

“The landfill?” He followed her, weaving through the people who were just arriving. “Please tell me that’s a pet name for the Potting Shed and not the place where they take the garbage.”

Peggy smiled but didn’t wait to put her coat on before she scooted out the door. “I wish it was. But I may have a lead on something Mai told me today. I have to find a jar of honey.”

Steve used his keyless remote to unlock the doors on the Vue. “Couldn’t we just go to Harris Teeter and buy honey? Isn’t all honey the same?”

She closed her car door and took out her cell phone. “No, actually, all honey isn’t the same. It varies from place to place, according to where the bees gather the pollen. I wish it were that simple. You don’t have to feel obligated to come with me. It’s going to be a nasty job.”

“You know I’m not going to let you go by yourself.” His voice said he wished he could. “Can we at least go home and change clothes? I just bought these shoes, and I really like them.”

“Thank you, Steve.” She leaned over and kissed him as he started the engine. “Of course we’ll go home and change first. I’m going to see who else I can scrounge up to help us. It’s a big landfill. We’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“In that case, why not call the police? Surely they’d have more manpower than we can muster. And it would probably be legal for them to search the landfill.”

“I think it’s too soon to call them.” She squashed his dreams of sitting in the Vue and waiting to see what the police could find. “They have a little trouble believing I know what I’m talking about. Jonas was downright hostile about it. But I don’t think it’s against the law for people to look through the trash.”

Steve accepted his fate with grace and dignity. “I’ll drop you off at your house and pick you up again in twenty minutes.”

“That works. Thank you. If I’m right, we could find out what really happened to Park before he died.”

After Steve dropped her off, Peggy changed clothes quickly into what she would normally wear to work with her plants. In a gray sweatsuit and dirty old Reeboks, she called Sam, Keeley, and Selena as she walked Shakespeare. The other three promised to meet her at the landfill and bring any other people they could find.

Peggy spent the rest of the time cleaning up the mess Shakespeare made of a pillow he’d shredded while she was gone. “I don’t know what else I’m going to do with you,” she told the dog. “But if you don’t stop being so destructive, I’m going to have to lock you in the pantry.”

The dog howled mournfully, as though he understood her threat. He lay down on the floor and put his paws over his face.

She laughed and rubbed his head. “Don’t bother looking cute either. It won’t save you. You’d better learn something from Rue when we start taking those classes.”

Steve picked her up again exactly twenty minutes later as promised. “So where is the city landfill?”

“Get on Interstate 77 northbound, and we’ll go from there,” she explained. “I won’t confuse you with other street names, since you’re new to the area and probably wouldn’t know where I’m talking about.”

“There must be more than one,” he remarked, turning the Vue toward the interstate. “How are you going to know which one?”

Peggy smiled. “Carlos Gonzales. He drives a taxi now, but he used to work in sanitation. I called him to ask which landfill Beth’s garbage would go to. We should only have to search one. You’re in luck.”

Steve laughed as he accelerated to match speeds with the other fast-moving cars on the interstate. “Boy, am I lucky!”

“You don’t have to do this,” she told him again. “Sam and some others are going to meet us out there. You can drop me off. I don’t think scrounging through the landfill falls under normal dating practices.”

“I wouldn’t miss it!” He grinned in her direction. “I’ve never actually been in a landfill. I always wondered what one looked like.”

“Okay, that’s doing it a little heavy.”

“Just tell me one thing. How are we going to find a single jar of honey in a whole landfill? That seems impossible.”

“I’m banking on the fact that it’s fresh trash from today. Whoever works out there should be able to tell us where the trash from Myers Park gets dumped. I hope that will narrow down the search to a few hundred houses.”

“When you put it that way, it sounds easy. What do you think the honey has to do with Park’s accident?”

She explained about the pollen the police sent away to have analyzed. “It might not be the same, but I know Park loved sweets, and I know he wasn’t taking bee pollen for energy. Most of that jar was gone the last time I saw it. By the time the police get the tox report back from Raleigh, the jar will be long gone from the landfill, too. If it shows anything unusual, the evidence that could link it to where it came from would be lost.”

Steve understood the concept. “It seems like the police would be interested in that.”

“It seems that way,” Peggy agreed. “But if I tell them about it and they decide it’s stupid, they could keep me from finding the jar. This way, the worst that will happen is I’ll have wasted everyone’s time.”

“Okay. I’m sold. I brought some pairs of surgical gloves and masks. I hope I have enough for everyone.”

The landfill off Lakeview Road was enormous. It stretched over several acres, up and down hills. Trucks were still unloading. Bright lights kept the work possible all night long. Mounds of debris, some taller than houses, filled the horizon with every imaginable household item from mattresses to cookie dough with dirty diapers and empty dog food bags in between.

Sam and Hunter were already there with several of Sam’s college friends. They got out of a brown van when Sam saw Peggy. “Wow! This place smells worse than it looks,” Hunter said. “What are we doing out here?”

“We’re looking for a jar of honey,” Sam repeated. “And cheer up. It could be worse. I’ve brought stuff out here during the summer. It doesn’t smell bad at all right now compared to that.”

Selena and Keeley came up together in Keeley’s orange Volkswagen Beetle. They got out slowly when they saw everyone else. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Selena asked Peggy. “I’m sure you didn’t really mean the landfill, right? You don’t really want us to search the landfill.”

One of Sam’s friends, a burly soccer player with the UNCC 49ers gave a loud yell and dove headfirst into a big, steaming pile of trash. He made swimming motions with his legs and arms to show Selena how it was done. “Come on in, gorgeous. The trash is exceptionally fine this evening.”

Selena turned her back on him and made a terrible face. “Yuck! Am I supposed to find that attractive?”

“Let’s get organized here.” Peggy drew them all together. “I’m going to talk to that man in the shed over there and see where we need to go.”

“Don’t we need some kind of special permit to look through trash?” Hunter wondered hopefully.

“Let me find out,” Peggy said, taking Steve with her to the guard shack.

The pock-faced man in the guard shack was wearing overalls and a ragged green sweater. He put down his stainless steel Stanley coffee thermos long enough to laugh at her request. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t just come out here and search for stuff. What if you’re a terrorist or something? We gotta keep whack jobs away.”

“It’s very important,” she explained. “We need to look tonight before the item we’re looking for is gone.”

He leaned back in his chair and sized her up with his eyes. “What’s it worth to you? I’m not an unreasonable man.”

Steve reached for his wallet, but Peggy refused to believe it was the only way to get into the landfill. “And I’m sure you’re a compassionate man as well.” She smiled. “A man might be dead because of something out here in the