“Well, we don’t know what happened to it. She says it disappeared.” Becca stopped and turned toward Maddy. “You can’t think that she…that Elizabeth…”
“Come on, don’t you?”
“No.” Becca shook off the idea. “She’s a wise woman. She’s not going to use her knowledge to harm anyone.”
“Becca, please. Listen to yourself. You’re talking like she’s a saint. She’s not. She’s a witch—okay, a Wiccan and an herbalist. But she’s also someone who had access to a powerful poison. And she had motive.” As Becca started to protest, Maddy kept talking. “She didn’t like Frank. You said so yourself. She knew about his cheating before anyone. And she certainly didn’t like that Gaia was collecting a paycheck while she was canoodling with her sister’s husband.”
“Canoodling?”
“Don’t make fun.” Maddy was trying to be serious. “As I see it, she probably figured Gaia would be blamed. I mean, she’s the one who brought the nasty thing into the store, right? I bet this Elizabeth didn’t even know that her sister was going to try to implicate Gaia in some embezzling scam.”
“But she would have—”
“Don’t say it’s because she has the sight or something.”
“I was going to say she would have known. Elizabeth knows her sister. And she’s super protective of her.”
“That’s why she was so angry—”
“Wait, just wait.” Even though the two had kept their voices down, their heated conversation was beginning to get stares. Suddenly aware of the attention, Becca grabbed Maddy’s arm and pulled her into a corner.
“There are too many factors that still don’t make sense,” she said in an excited whisper. “For example, why did Frank suddenly want to leave his wife? By your account, he was a serial philanderer.”
Maddy shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he really loved Gaia. Or maybe he knew his sister-in-law was onto him.”
“No.” Becca shook her head, unsatisfied. “He was trying to make up with Margaret. I heard him. He was pleading. I think there’s something else going on, something to do with those license plates.”
“Becca, the police went through that office. If it was important, they would have taken it.”
“One of them was hidden.”
“No.” Maddy spoke slowly and deliberately. “You told me that you bumped into the desk, and it fell behind a drawer. That doesn’t mean it was hidden. It may have been in plain view in an upper drawer. We don’t know, and that’s the point— ”
Becca wasn’t having any of it. “Now, I know you don’t believe me, but I do have some kind of sensitivity, Maddy. And there was something odd about that plate. It was almost like I was supposed to find it.”
“Becca, do you hear yourself?”
“Problem is, I can’t tell the police about the plate because of how I found it.” Becca didn’t even pause. “I don’t even think I can make an anonymous phone call, ’cause then they’ll think I planted it. No, I need to talk to Elizabeth.”
“Talk to her?” Maddy’s eyes were wide. “You want to give her a heads-up that we know she had means and motive?”
“I want to consult with her. She’s got more insight into her sister than any of us, Maddy. I know enough to know that.”
“No, no, no.” Maddy had trouble keeping her voice down. “Please, Becca. You’re too smart for this. We’ve got to go to the police and tell them what we know. We’ll just tell them we were visiting Gaia. She’s the one who told us about the plant and about Elizabeth–”
Maddy stopped short, like she was hearing her own words for the first time. “Wait, do you think that Gaia could be setting Elizabeth up? I mean, along with Margaret? Maybe she did poison herself, only she miscalculated or something, and it was all an attempt to shift blame.” She shook her head, closing her eyes. “Now I’m sounding like you.”
“No, now you’re thinking about the possibilities.” Becca took her friend’s hands in her own. “And that’s another reason I have to talk to Elizabeth. Please, Maddy. I know you don’t believe, but trust me on this. Elizabeth has some kind of power.”
“I don’t know, Becs.” Maddy sounded so sad that it was clear she had given up. “All I know for sure is that I don’t trust her.”
For once, Clara realized that she agreed with them both.
Chapter 29
“At the very least, let me come with you.” Maddy wasn’t happy with Becca’s plan. The two had exited the hospital by that point.
“I can’t. You know that.” Becca tried to let her friend down gently. “Margaret approached me as a client. She has an expectation of privacy, and I have to respect that.”
“But Elizabeth…”
“Is her sister, and she’s got sensitivities.” Before Maddy could object, Becca explained further. “She’s going to know something’s up anyway. It’s better if it’s just me. I mean, this is a delicate matter.”
“Murder?”
“Infidelity,” Becca corrected her. “But, yeah, maybe this is a case of two sisters looking out for each other. Besides, don’t you have to get to work?”
Maddy was silent for a moment as she struggled to come up with a response to that. When she finally spoke, it was with resignation. “Promise me that if you do find out anything, you’ll bring it to the police and call me, too. And promise me that you won’t drink anything she gives you. Okay?”
“I promise.” Becca knew she had won.
Maddy, visibly restraining herself, took her friend’s hands in her own and clasped them hard for a moment before turning to walk away.
“Remember, Becca,” she called as the bus pulled up, “nothing to drink!”
Becca smiled and waved as her friend’s bus pulled away with a sound like a disgruntled pug.
“Nothing to drink?” She whirled around to see Tiger, on his bike. “Are you having a procedure?”
“What? No.” Becca, flustered, laughed in a kind of confused, embarrassed way. “I’m—no. Tiger, you startled me.”
“Sorry.” He tilted his head as he grinned, making him seem more boyish. “It’s none of my business anyway. I couldn’t help overhearing.”
“No, she was talking about…about something else.” Becca took in the tall, dark-haired man as he dismounted, and Clara waited to see if she would mention their last interaction. “Oh, you must be here to visit Gaia.”
“Yeah.” He uncoiled the heavy chain that had been draped over his shoulder. “Are you going in?”
“We just came from there.” She watched as he paused, open lock in hand. “Have you had a chance to talk with her yet?”
He bent over, focusing on the lock. “Not yet,” he said, his voice strangely muted. “It’s been weird.”
“Because of Frank?” She spoke quietly, and Clara knew her person only meant well. Still, the cyclist seemed to shudder slightly.
“Yeah,” he said after a moment’s pause that might have been attributed to problems with the lock. “Maybe.”
Becca turned away, giving him privacy. She was embarrassed, Clara knew. Her person had a tender heart and disliked causing pain.
“She wasn’t serious about him, you know.” When she started speaking again, she might as well have been addressing the no parking sign. “She said it was ending. In fact, I’m wondering if it was a bit of a rebound. You know, after you two…”
The exhalation could have been a laugh or it could have been a sigh. “Right. She wasn’t serious.”
“No?” She was giving him permission, Clara knew. Room to vent about his ex.
“I think she loved the idea of a sugar daddy. An older man with money to burn. You know they were planning on running off together, right?”
Becca bit her lip as Tiger turned and stood, the lock still in his hand. “Whatever she says now, don’t believe it.” He frowned at the lock, like it was to blame. “I’m not saying she loved him, but the idea of him? Or maybe it was just rubbing their affair in her boss’s face.”