“So, you have no idea where Tony Royce is now?” he asked Marla with surprising mildness.
“No, I don’t,” Marla replied. “I’ve been hoping he was going to call me, now that we have the phones back.” I ached to warn her again to stop talking. Marla didn’t know as much about interrogation as I did; that was why she wasn’t challenging them. It was also why these two dolts were asking so many questions and getting away with it.
There was an awkward silence. Hersey broke it. “Ms. Korman, are you aware that Tony Royce is missing?”
She sighed. “No.”
“And were you getting along with Tony Royce?”
“Yes, of course I was getting along with him,” Marla snapped.
Hersey said, “Did you have a fight with him that night at the tent? Was it Royce who hit you?”
“I don’t know!” cried Marla, furious. “I don’t know who it was! I thought it was Albert Lipscomb! I told you that, except that it was all incredibly fast and… violent.”
“Were you and Tony and Albert in on a scam with that mine? What went wrong? You and Tony had a falling out, Tony went off with Albert?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Beneath the bruises, Marla had gone pale.
“Did you find a weapon to use against your attacker?” Hersey persisted.
Marla sighed. “No. Although I wanted to get the gun out of the car ? “
“Had Royce brought any other weapons?” interrupted Hersey.
Marla made a face and closed her eyes. “His fishing knife,” she said softly.
“Did you use the fishing knife as a weapon? Tony’s fishing knife, that is,” asked De Groot in that same mild voice.
“No,” said Marla acidly. “Of course not.”
“Did you stab Royce?” His eyes bored maliciously into Marla’s. “Did you shove him into the creek after you stabbed him?”
“No, no, no!” cried Marla, indignant and trembling. “Of course not.”
“Okey-doke.” Hersey shot a look at his partner that I didn’t like. “We were just wondering.”
De Groot pulled out a sheet from the bowels of his notebook, then smiled unpleasantly. “We were also pondering the fact that we have to answer to our boss, Ms. Korman. We know you want to get going to the doctor, and we need to get going, too. This is just a consent-to-search form, so we can look around your house. If you wouldn’t mind signing it?”
I could no longer contain myself. “Don’t do it, Marla!”
But to my dismay, Marla scanned the sheet, took the pen De Groot slipped her, and scrawled her signature. “Don’t worry, Goldy, they’re not going to find Tony. He’s not here.”
“It’s a fishing expedition,” I raged. “What is going on here? You know damn well that you can’t be ran-sacking her house for anything that just might catch your eye!”
But De Groot plucked the consent form from Marla’s hand and smirked as they sauntered out of the kitchen. Marla’s defeated expression made my heart sink. “Just let them go, Goldy,” she murmured. “They’re not going to find a thing. They’re certainly not going to find Tony. I swear to you, I honestly don’t know where the hell he could be, and believe me, it’s a question I’ve been asking myself ever since Saturday night.”
I shook my head. The way Marla was handling these cops’ treatment of her was scary, especially when I suspected they were carrying out some unknown agenda dictated by Captain Shockley. Her carelessness was mind-boggling. “You’re going to need a lawyer, as soon as possible,” I hissed. “You didn’t even think of Tony’s prescription up on your table!”
“That’s nothing. What I need is a doctor and a stronger painkiller. I’ve heard Vicodin is pretty good… shh, here they come.” ~ De Groot and Hersey slammed back into the kitchen. It wasn’t difficult to see both were extremely unhappy.
“No skeletons in my closet,” Marla toodIed, and I repressed the urge to smirk at De Groot. He ignored me and pulled on the door of the closet, where he spent a few minutes groping about noisily. Then he opened the upper cabinets while Hersey peered in the bottom ones. Finally De Groot creaked open the door of the bathroom between the kitchen and the dark hall. He flipped on the light and peered inside. With a whoop of triumph, he emerged holding a piece of jewelry.
“What’s this?” he crowed.
“It?s Tony’s watch,” Marla said dryly. “He forgets it here all the time.”
De Groot examined the golden Rolex. “He usually leaves a twenty-thousand-dollar wristwatch in your bathroom cabinet?” he said scathingly.
Marla shrugged. “I think they’re up to about twenty thousand five hundred, if you want to know the truth. He has his own closet here, too. So what?”
De Groot was staring at me, maybe because in surprise I’d inadvertently opened my mouth. “But your friend Goldy doesn’t really believe Tony Royce would leave his valuable watch in his girlfriend’s bathroom, now does she?”
Marla gaped at me. Unwisely, I said, “If I knew anything about that watch, Deputy, I wouldn’t tell you. And why aren’t you wearing plastic gloves? Haven’t you ever heard of tainting evidence?”
De Groot’s face set in that familiar, enraging smirk. “Now that’s what I call cooperating with law enforcement. We heard about this watch from our captain. He asked if we’d found the Rolex at the campsite, because it was Royce’s most prized possession, and he never, ever was without it.”
“Bull-shit!” Marla screeched. Her swings from passive behavior to rage were making me dizzy.
De Groot yelled right back at her, “Hey! Why don’t you tell me the truth?”
“I have told you the truth!”
“Then you want to tell me what piece of clothing with whose blood all over it is in the trunk of your Mercedes?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Marla Korman,” said De Groot, “you are under arrest for the murder of Anthony Royce.”
13
“No, no!” cried Marla. She rushed toward me and I clasped her tight.
“You are arresting her!” I protested. “Do you have Royce’s body? What grounds can you possibly ? “
Hersey shoved me toward the counter. I gasped and whirled back around. De Groot had seized Marla. Hersey reached a burly hand into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out handcuffs. Marla cried out in protest.
I leapt toward my friend. The cops were too fast. Hersey pushed my shoulder and I fell to the floor. De Groot pinned both of my friend’s arms behind her; back and clicked the cuffs into place. Marla cried out in pain, then fell silent. “Mrs. Schulz.” Hersey’s little eyes were scornful as he stared down at me. I rubbed my shoulder and gave him a hateful look. “Get out of our way and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise we’ll have to arrest you, too.”
“But you can’t, you just can’t do this-” “You are hurting me!” Marla yelled. She struggled against the cuffs for a minute, then added fiercely, “Officer, you are going to be so unhappy when my attorney gets through with you, you cannot even imagine ?
“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said De Groot, “the woman with the violent threats. We’ve heard all about you.”
“Goldy!” Marla sobbed. “Help me! I need the pills in my purse! I need ? “
Hersey and De Groot pushed her toward the door.
“I’m following you,” I called out. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Marla’s purse from the counter. “I’ll be right behind you in my van! We’re going to get this straightened out!”
“Goldy! Don’t let them do this!” Marla’s voice cried again. “Help me!”
“I will!” I called back as they tucked her into the sheriff?s department sedan.
But I wasn’t sure she heard me. My anxiety grew as the sedan pulled away into the fog. How in the world could they charge Marla with murder? Why wouldn’t they tell me whether they’d found Tony Royce’s corpse out there by the Grizzly Creek campsite? What words had Marla uttered that justified the homicide charge? Could they arrest her just because there was bloody clothing in her car trunk? And why hadn’t Tom called to warn me about all
