Consigned to Death (34 page)

I
felt jump-out-of-my-skin on edge. Nothing made sense, and I began considering a desperate move to get more information—calling Wes. I was telling myself what a stupid idea that was when Max reached me on my cell phone.

“Cathy from the Rocky Point police just called to ask us to come on down and meet with Alverez and Murphy, the ADA.”

“Wow. When?”

“Now.”

“What do they want, do you think?”

“To review evidence, I’m guessing.”

“Do we go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then.”

“This probably means they’ve made an arrest,” he said.

“Who do you think it might be?”

“I don’t know.”

“It isn’t Andi,” I said, and filled him in.

“Good luck to her in getting off drugs,” Max said.

“Yeah. It’s so sad. About this arrest ... what do you think the charge might be?”

“No idea. We’ll know soon enough, I guess.”

As I hurried down two flights of stairs, I was flooded with relief that the waiting was over.

 

 

I called my office en route, but got voice mail. I was surprised and glanced at the dashboard clock. Ten. I was puzzled. It was unlike Sasha to be late, especially since she’d know that Fred would be waiting for her.

I called her home number and got a machine. Her cell phone went to voice mail. I didn’t know what to do.

A stab of fear assailed me, and for a chilled moment, I wondered if something had happened to her. Using my pin number, I checked for messages at work. Nothing.

I couldn’t imagine why I couldn’t reach her, and as I pulled into the police station parking lot, I began to feel more than mildly concerned. I sat in my car and tried all three numbers again. No luck. I left messages at Sasha’s home and on her cell phone, asking her to call me on my cell as soon as she got the message. Kicking myself for telling Fred not to answer the phone without getting his cell phone number, I decided to wait until noon, and then, if I hadn’t connected with Sasha, to go back to my office, and talk to him to learn what he might know.

I pushed open the door and saw Max. He was standing near the front, reading notices on a bulletin board. He smiled at me, and said hello, then turned and got Cathy’s attention. She led us into a big corner room, nicely furnished in blond wood. It looked more like a CEO’s office than a police chief’s. She invited us to sit, and we chose chairs around a circular table near a window.

“The chief will be right in,” she said, and left.

I looked around. A big desk was angled to maximize the ocean view through two sets of windows, and a wall of built-in bookcases were crammed with binders, directories, files, and matching wicker storage boxes.

“I’m so curious, I could bust,” I said.

Max smiled. “We’ll know more soon.”

“Whatever we learn is going to be a shock to me,” I said. “Remember, I was certain it was Barney.”

Alverez walked in on my words. He looked tired, but he didn’t act it. He smiled and conveyed the same level of power and confidence as always.

“Thanks for coming in on such short notice,” he said. “Murphy just called. He got stuck in a meeting, but should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

Max nodded. “No problem.”

“In the meantime, I can fill you in.” He sat down at the table. “Did I hear you right?” he asked me. “You thought it was Barney?”

“Yeah, I did. Didn’t you?”

He shook his head. “Nah, his alibi was tight. Plus, I thought it was a woman. Remember the footprint we found by the Renoir?”

I nodded and glanced at Max. “Yeah. I remember. I don’t know, I thought maybe it was unrelated or something. This morning, when you left the message saying you caught ‘her,’ well, then Max and I thought it might be Andi.”

“Andi.” He pulled his ear, thoughtfully. “Maybe. I never liked her for it myself. All huff and puff and no action. Did you see how she ran away from me at the Grant place that day?”

“Yeah, but I thought maybe she was on drugs when she killed him.”

“Yeah, that’d be the only way she’d actually be able to do it.”

“But it isn’t her.”

“No. How’d you know?”

“I spoke to Mrs. Cabot just now. She had an intervention yesterday, and Andi entered rehab last night.”

He nodded. “And now? Who do you think now?”

I shrugged and glanced at Max.

“No idea,” Max said.

An image of Sasha came into my mind. Sasha, so shy and unassuming, so quiet, so self-contained.
Still waters run deep
, I thought.
It couldn’t be
, I told myself, my eyes growing wide with dismay. I felt myself choke, as if I’d swallowed too big a bite of food. I remembered suddenly that she wore size nine shoes. I closed my eyes, unable to restrain the tears that threatened me. I felt as if I might faint.

“Don’t overlook the obvious,” I heard Alverez say.

I opened my eyes, stricken, but braced for the worst.

Alverez looked mildly amused, as if he thought it was a pretty good joke that what was self-evident to him wasn’t apparent to us. If it was Sasha, I thought, surely he wouldn’t be amused.

“So ...” Alverez began. As he spoke, I heard a rustling sound behind me and turned toward the open door. Martha, her chin raised defiantly, her hands handcuffed behind her, her head turned as if to shield her face from view, passed by, followed by a uniformed officer. I shivered and looked away.

“Martha,” I whispered.

“Of course,” Alverez said, nodding. “It was obvious from the start.”

“Not to me,” Max protested. “Martha Troudeaux?” He looked appalled.

Sasha had nothing to do with it
, I thought, relief tinged with guilt that I could have suspected her at all. I realized how much I cared about her, and how grateful I was to learn that she had nothing to do with it. “Martha,” I repeated softly, still shocked.

“Yup,” he said, watching me react.

“Where are they taking her?” I asked, not quite whispering.

“To a cell,” Alverez answered.

“She killed Mr. Grant?”

“Yes.”

“For the painting?”

He nodded. “For money, yes.”

“And then she tried to ruin me? It’s unbelievable. She and Barney couldn’t compete so she set out to ruin me?”

“Yeah,” Alverez agreed, “no question about it. She tried to destroy you.”

“It’s outrageous!”

Max reached over and patted my shoulder. “But it’s over.”

“I can’t believe it!” I repeated. I shook my head, astounded that someone would plot against me. Worse, that someone I knew and had worked with would deliberately set out to wreck my life. “How could anyone have done such a thing?” I exclaimed. “It’s disgusting! It’s unbelievable! It’s outrageous!”

“Calm down, Josie,” Max said.

I forced myself to breathe deeply. “I’m okay,” I said, trying to regain control. “I’m okay,” I repeated. I shook my head and smiled a little. “It’s just such a shock, you know?”

“I can only begin to imagine,” Alverez said.

“So,” I said, trying to focus on the facts, “when you say it was obvious from the start, did you mean because she’s known for doing Barney’s dirty work?”

“That’s right.” Alverez shook his head. “And Barney counted on it.”

“I always wondered how he could stand to be with her,” I said, feeling calmer. As I waited for Alverez’s response, I wondered where Sasha was and hoped that she was all right.

“Barney got a lot out of the relationship,” Alverez said, matterof-factly. “Her definition of caretaking was broader than most wives’, and her passion was unassailable. But as far as I can tell, she has no moral core. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Like what?” Max asked.

Alverez shifted in his chair. “She felt no guilt about any of it. Not the murder. Not trying to frame Josie. Not stealing the Renoir. Nothing.” He shook his head. “From her perspective, she did what was necessary to protect her Barney, and if she had to, she’d do it again.”

I shivered and closed my eyes as a memory rushed into my mind. I could see her mean little pig eyes challenging me to defend my pricing of the bamboo stool at the tag sale. I could hear her sarcastic, mean-spirited tirade. I could easily imagine her murdering someone. And once the initial shock wore off, I could, in fact, believe that she’d set out to frame me. She was evil.

She chose to frame me not because she hated me but because I was an easy and desirable mark. From her perspective, if I were arrested for Mr. Grant’s murder, no one would suspect her or Barney, and, as an added bonus, she’d eliminate a tough competitor.

While it was natural to picture her lashing out, doing what she’d always done, protecting her beloved husband, it was appalling to think that she’d kill and then try to destroy me in the process. I shivered, horrified to realize that she had murdered an old man and set out to ruin my life.

Martha, the bitch-queen, that’s how I’d always thought of her. I shook my head, aghast to realize how right I’d been.

 

 

My phone began to vibrate, and I recognized Sasha’s cell phone number on the caller ID display.

“Excuse me,” I said to Alverez and Max, stood up and moved away, standing by the window with my back to the room, and answered. “Sasha?”

“Oh, Josie, I’m so sorry.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m afraid I overslept.”

“What? Overslept? You!”

“Yes, and then I was rushing to get in. Still, I should have called you sooner.”

“That’s okay. It’s just pretty unlike you.”

“Well, I was up pretty late....”

All at once I wondered if she’d spent the night with Fred. Wow. Hot doings in the ol’ town overnight.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “All that counts is that you’re okay.”

I turned off the phone, and stood up, a few tears of relief sliding down my cheeks. I swallowed twice, and in a moment, felt able to turn around.

“Is everything all right?” Alverez asked, standing up.

I nodded. “Absolutely.” I waved it aside. “All’s well.” I smiled, and rejoined the table.

The meeting with Murphy was brief. He was a small, chunky fellow in his late forties, very precise and pedantic. He wanted, he said, to meet us to explain the process, which he did in a monotone. I had trouble listening, and after a few minutes, didn’t bother to try. I knew Max would fill me in.

When he gathered his papers together and left, I asked Alverez, “Is he better in court than he is in a meeting?”

Alverez smiled. “Yeah, it’s amazing, actually. He’s a good prosecutor.”

I shook my head, and smiled back. “You’d never know it.”

“What kind of case do you have?” Max asked.

Alverez shrugged. “Mostly, it’s circumstantial, but it’s strong.”

“You have the footprint and what else?”

“We’ll be holding a news conference later today. Nothing I say should be discussed before then. I’m not saying there’s anything confidential. There’s not. Everything I’m telling you has already been turned over to the defense. Still, it’s important that it not be talked about idly. Agreed?”

Both Max and I nodded. “Sure,” I said. “Until when?”

“Until after our news conference.”

“Which is when?”

“Four. Why? Who are you planning on talking to?”

“You never know.” I smiled. “So ... what else?”

After a pause, he said, “I accept your assurance that you won’t say anything to anyone until after we issue our official statement. That said, to answer your question, there was one set of prints at the Grant house that had been unidentified. We now know that they belong to Martha.”

The unidentified prints Wes had told me about. “Didn’t you compare them to her prints during the investigation?” I asked, surprised.

“No. Why would we? Barney was the dealer, not Martha. Until I started hearing about her personality from you and others, I never even thought of her.”

“That makes sense,” I acknowledged.

“Something that we kept quiet were two prints that we found on the tube the Renoir was stashed in. We knew that they matched the unidentified ones in the Grant house. Now we know they’re Martha’s.”

“That’s impressive,” Max said, nodding.

“Yeah. And there’s more. We’ve got the call from the Taffy Pull to Mr. Grant. And that call was followed by another one immediately afterwards to Barney’s cell phone. A clerk that was working at the store that day remembers Martha being on the phone. We’ve also got Josie’s testimony that Mr. Grant used a pencil to write appointments specifically so he could erase them if something changed, and that he made those corrections immediately. And Barney told Josie that Martha was their point person in their dealings with Mr. Grant. Put it all together, what it means is that, in fact, they didn’t change the nine o’clock appointment that had been scheduled for the day of the murder, and further, because of Barney’s alibi, we know that it was Martha who kept it. Barney lied. He said it had been changed to cover for her.”

“Did Barney admit the cover-up?” Max asked, sounding surprised.

Alverez’s lip curled, a look of contempt. “Barney folded like a cheap tent in a light breeze. He told us everything.”

“I can’t imagine it!” I said, shaking my head. “He implicated Martha? I thought he was devoted to her.”

Alverez shook his head. “As near as I can figure it, she was devoted to him, and he reaped the benefits.”

“That’s awful.” I shuddered.

Alverez shrugged. “People stay in relationships for lots of reasons having nothing to do with love. No one but them knows the truth of what they each got out of their marriage.”

“Still, it seems as if you have a lot of evidence,” I said.

“Yeah, but there are spousal-privilege issues relating to everything Barney told us.”