Fruit of the Poisoned Tree

“Good question.” Peggy tapped her cheek. “I don’t have the answer to that. But she was at Isabelle’s house during the crime scene investigation and saw me there. She could’ve trashed my house looking for the dragon’s head because she thought I had it.”

“Nice theory.” Jonas held out his hand. “Can we go inside? They’re waiting for us.”

“Wait! There’s more. I see it now!” Peggy started to pace with her head down and her forehead furrowed. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before! Cindy didn’t know Alice had the dragon’s head. Alice hid it away before she got there. She wasn’t trying to frame Alice for the murder. It didn’t suit her purpose for anyone but Beth to be charged with it. So when it looked like Beth was going to go free, she gave her the Nembutol. Beth is discredited or dies. Either way, the money is free game again.”

“Once again, the question is: How would Mrs. Walker expect to collect on her crime?” Al questioned. “I could see her having motive to kill Park but not the mother. Especially not for the money.”

“Excuse me? Have we all been transported to never-never land?” Jonas snarled. “We have viable arrests in both of these cases. Peggy, all we need from you is a simple ID. Can you do that?”

“I think you should question Cindy Walker again.” She stopped pacing and looked at him. “I know there doesn’t seem to be a link to her and the money, but I’m sure it’s there.”

“She wasn’t in town that night. A hundred people, including her father, Senator Walker, were with her,” Al reminded her as Jonas gave up and went inside the building. “We can’t bring her in and question her again when there isn’t any real evidence she was involved besides agreeing to call the police after Mrs. Godwin set her up to try to take the blame away from herself.”

“Is that what you think?”

“That’s what we think.” Al put his arm around her shoulders. “Peggy, we have all the answers already. Just ID Davis for us. Please.”

They walked into the precinct together. “Beth could have died, too, because we didn’t see it in time. Who else might be involved if it goes on? Her parents? Foxx and Reddman?”

He didn’t answer. “Sergeant, will you get Dr. Lee a cup of coffee? We’re going to get a lineup for her to look over.”

“Yes, sir!” The sergeant came to stand beside Peggy. “Right this way, Dr. Lee.”

PEGGY CALLED STEVE TO make sure he found Shakespeare at Beth’s house. “I got your bike, too,” Steve answered. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the uptown police station.” She explained about the lineup. “They’ve got it all wrong. I’m not sure what to do.”

“Is Davis the one you saw talking to Park and the one who ran out of the hotel?

“Yes, but . . .”

“Then I don’t see where you have any choice. They aren’t asking you to solve the crime, Peggy. Just ID the man they have for it. They’ve already made up their minds.”

“I know,” she admitted, suddenly exhausted.

“Want me to come and get you when it’s over?”

“Yes, please.” She sighed. “I’m so tired I can hardly focus. I might not be able to ID you. Could you make a sign with your name on it?”

“I’m on my way,” he answered. “You’ve been up all night. We’ll have breakfast, and then you can decide what to do next.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you shortly.”

She put away her cell phone, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. She needed a few minutes of peace, not thinking about Beth or anything else.

Al and Jonas came into the little room where the sergeant put her. She didn’t need Steve tweaking her conscience. Guilt and remorse were starting to rip her head off as it was.

“Okay, Peggy,” Al started, taking a seat beside her. “If you’re ready, we’ll open the blind. There are five men behind it. See if you can identify any of them. You can point or you can say the number he’s holding. It’s your choice. We’ll ask you to confirm that you know him. That’s it.”

She nodded, not speaking as she wrestled with what she should do. She’d been part of the process for so long. She could hear John’s voice urging her to do what was right. But what was right in this case? She didn’t believe Fletcher poisoned Park and the others. She couldn’t prove it. But what if she was wrong? What if she didn’t ID Fletcher, and they couldn’t hold him? What if he was responsible?

Jonas opened the blind, and Peggy looked out at the group of men. She knew him immediately. He was wearing the same old jeans and red T-shirt. They seemed to be the only clothes he owned. He didn’t look up at the window, but he did turn from side to side on command.

“Well?” Al asked her after a few moments of waiting patiently. “You don’t have to rush. If there’s any question in your mind that one of those men isn’t Fletcher Davis, the man you saw at the hotel in Philadelphia, just say so.”

She took a deep breath. “That’s the man I saw outside Park’s hotel room, during the demonstration, and again here in Charlotte.” She pointed to him. “I don’t think he did it. But that’s him.”

“Thank you, Peggy.” Jonas hurried to shake her hand and usher her from the room. “You did what we needed you to do. We’ll take care of the rest.”

“May I speak with him?” she asked impulsively.

“Peggy . . .” Jonas motioned for an officer to escort her out.

“Wait!” she appealed to him again. “He knows me. Let me talk to him. He might tell me something about the poisoning. Something you can’t get from him.”

Jonas ran his hand under the back of his shirt collar. “It’s not procedure. I don’t know what good it would do. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about it!”

“Please let me try,” she persuaded. “Who knows? He might confess to a friendly face. He looks scared and alone to me.”

“All right.” Jonas looked around the empty room. “Let me find Al. If anything goes wrong, this will be his fault, since he wanted to bring you here for the lineup.”

Fletcher was taken to an interrogation room. Jonas and Al watched from a two-way mirror while Peggy was escorted into the room by an officer. She sat down at the scarred wood table and smiled at the young man across from her. “I’m Peggy Lee. Do you remember me?”

“Darmus’s friend.” The young man nodded and glanced at the officer who stood inside the doorway. “Are you with them? Gestapo pigs! They don’t understand!”

Peggy searched his face. “You look exhausted. I’m sorry you had to go through this. If it’s any consolation, I don’t believe you poisoned those men.”

Fletcher sat forward. His face became animated, and he put his cuffed hands on the table between them. “Thanks. Don’t get me wrong. I would do almost anything to keep the bay from being polluted by those idiots. But murder is a little too much. What difference would it make anyway? By now the corporation has hired ten new lawyers to replace the ones who died. That’s their mentality. I don’t think people or places can be destroyed on a whim and replaced.”

“I’m a botanist and somewhat of a conservationist myself. Darmus is as impassioned as you are. But he would never kill someone.”

His eyes suddenly showed signs of life as he leaned closer to her. “Then you know what I mean!”

Peggy touched his hand. “I’ll let Darmus know that you’re in here. Anyone else I can contact for you until this mess is cleared up?”

“No thanks.” He smiled at her. “But I appreciate you stopping by. I don’t have much faith the police will find me innocent. I believe this whole thing was a setup so that they could plunder the bay without having to worry about me trying to stop them. They’re afraid of me, you know. But it was nice seeing you again, Peggy.”

“You, too, Fletcher. I think you’ll get out of this. When you do, stop by my shop.” She tucked a Potting Shed business card into his shirt pocket. “I make a mean cup of chocolate mint tea.”