missing ashes may be directly related to another puzzling disappearance I was about to begin working on.' Janet looked at me expressionlessly and nodded. She knew. Dale and Timmy looked my way too, and lightbulbs went on over their heads.
'I'll eagerly await the results of your investigation, Mr. Strachey. For now, I guess I won't be spreading my husband's ashes in my herb garden. But I am going to put out some sweet corn and tomatoes on the table in a little while. I've got some barbecued beef in the freezer I can zap and heat up. And how would you all feel about some fresh corn bread to go with it?'
Janet said, 'Oh, you don't need to bother with the corn bread, Mom. I can pick up a couple of sourdough baguettes.' The relief in the room was palpable.
21
We wondered why Mr. Osborne's remains glittered the way they did,' Skeeter said. 'It was just after sunrise on a Sunday morning during the first week in April. The pilot circled around after Eric emptied the urn out the side window of the plane, and we all said, hey, look how Mr. Osborne's ashes are glimmering and glittering in the sunlight. Isn't that beautiful!'
Timmy and I were seated next to Skeeter's bed in his room at Albany Med. Janet and Dale had remained behind with Mrs. Osborne with two Edensburg police officers watching over them, one in the front of the house, one in the rear.
Skeeter had been off the prednisone for ninety-six hours, and his sanity was pretty much back. He was also recovering well, he told us, from the Pneumocystis pneumonia, and he expected to be out of the hospital in a day or two. Some Edensburg friends of his and Eric's had been looking after him and planned on taking him into their home until he was back on his feet. Skeeter had lost weight, but his strength was returning and he hoped to be back on the job with the park service in a few weeks. When we described the hotel robbery to him and told him of the likelihood that Dan had hidden the stolen jewels in the urn with Tom Osborne's ashes, Skeeter was stunned at first. Then he remarked on how the ashes glinted in the sunlight as they drifted down. He also added, 'God, I wonder if Eric knew.'
I looked at Timmy, who was seated beside Skeeter holding his big hairy hand. Timmy looked at me, and we both looked back at Skeeter.
I said, 'How might Eric have known the jewels were in the ashes?'
'I don't know, and I think he would have told me if he'd known there was anything valuable in there. We always told each other really important stuff. But maybe Eric wanted to protect me from guilty knowledge that could get me in trouble with the park service. That's something old Eric might have done for me,' Skeeter said bleakly, the grief showing in his face all over again.
'You two were really a great pair,' Timmy said. 'I'm so, so sorry you lost Eric, Skeeter.'
'Eric was the great love of my life,' Skeeter said, his voice quavering. 'Until I met Eric, I never knew how strong and real love could be between two men. If I'd never met Eric, I might have gone my entire life without loving and being loved by another man.'
Timmy colored a little, squeezed Skeeter's hand, and said, 'Oh.'
'Before Eric there was all that great sex, of course,' Skeeter said. 'And I can't say I didn't love it. Most of it, anyway. But by the time I met Eric I wanted more than that. Jeez, I was so lucky I found him.'
Releasing Skeeter's hand, Timmy said, 'Where did you two meet, anyway?'
Skeeter chuckled. 'Under a bush in Washington Park in Albany.'
'Very romantic.'
'It really was,' Skeeter said, grinning through his thick beard. 'Winter wasn't so great, but those summer nights were pretty wonderful sometimes.'
'Timothy and I met under similar circumstances,' I said, and Timmy smiled weakly.
'Was Don your first great love?' Skeeter asked.
Timmy stared at him and his lower lip twitched.
I said, 'Not the first for either of us, Skeeter, but the deepest and longest.'
Timmy said, 'True, true.'
While Timmy sat pensively, I told Skeeter I thought it was likely that Eric's murder was in some way connected with the lost jewels, since their purpose had been to generate cash that would save the Herald for the Osbornes.
'Damn, yes, that must be it!' Skeeter said. 'But who besides Dan and Craig would have known that Eric knew about the jewels-if he did? Or do you think'-his dark eyes hardened-'do you think Dan could have had something to do with Eric's murder?'
I said I didn't know, that Dan was missing and I was unable to question him.
'Dan is moody and weird,' Skeeter said, 'but I really can't imagine him hurting anybody physically. Especially Eric. They were different, but in a 'way they understood and appreciated each other amazingly well. And I certainly can't see Dan trying to get Janet run over by a Jet Ski. Anyway, if somebody tried to run Dan and Arlene off a cliff, then somebody's after them too Unless he faked all that. Which, according to Eric, is the type of thing Dan used to do in his anti-Vietnam War days.'
I told Skeeter that Arlene at least seemed to be a reliable witness to the road incident. Then I laid out Craig's theory that Chester had assumed Eric was in on the jewel-theft plot and killed Eric when he refused to acknowledge his complicity and turn over the proceeds from the heist to the conservative side of the Osborne family.
Skeeter's face tightened and he shifted angrily in the bed. 'Chester! That jerk. Maybe it was him.'
'Craig thinks so,' I said, 'but this is the speculation of a son who has apparently despised his father since childhood and isn't as objective as he could be.'
'But Chester was always violent. You must have heard the stories.'
I reminded Skeeter that Chester's outbursts had always been spontaneous, not premeditated, and I asked, 'Would Chester have been out on a hiking trail where he might have run into Eric? Or would he actually have gone hiking with Eric?'
Skeeter shook his head morosely. 'As far as I know, Chester hasn't been out on a hiking trail in years. In family pictures you can see him in the woods as a kid, but that was just because he had to. Chester was an Osborne, so he went into the wilderness. But as soon as he could choose, he headed for the country club.'
Timmy said, 'Skeeter, is there some chance that Eric was in on the jewel-theft plot? Not that he would want anybody to get killed. But maybe Craig had promised him and Dan nobody would get hurt and the robbery was a foolproof way to keep the Herald out of the hands of the bad chain, and Eric was naive enough to believe him.'
'Out of the hands of what?' Skeeter looked deeply bewildered.
Timmy forced a little smile and said, 'There are two newspaper chains competing for the Herald. One's a good chain, and one's a bad chain. One's a daisy chain-that's a metaphor for the more socially enlightened, pro- environmentalist chain-and one's a chain of fools, so-called. The chain of fools is purely profit-oriented and environmentally and otherwise socially indifferent. It was you, Skeeter, as a matter of fact, who first explained this situation to Don and me and pointed out the likelihood that one of the Osborne factions competing over the future of the Herald had concocted a murder plot that resulted in Eric's death and presented great danger to Janet prior to next month's Herald board meeting.'
Timmy fingered the two crutches-his own-leaning against Skeeter's bed. I wondered if he might pick one of them up and swat Skeeter with it, but he didn't. He said, 'You were heavily medicated when you expressed your concerns to Don and me Tuesday night, Skeeter. So I guess all this has slipped your mind.'
'You're right, it has,' Skeeter said, looking embarrassed. 'I remember that you and Don were here on Tuesday, or whatever day it was. And even though I was kind of out of it, I also remember from when you and Janet stopped in on Wednesday, I guess it was, Timmy, that you told me you and Don have been helping out around the house. And also, Don, that you've been playing detective. Hey, good for you. Thanks a lot from all of us. And Timmy, I want to tell you it's really great to be in touch with you again. Since my folks moved to Arizona, I'm hardly in touch with anybody back in Poughkeepsie. But you were always one of my favorite high-school classmates. It's really nice to see you.'
