“Be still my heart.”
“Although enzyme-based processes can give you some darn good dairy flavors. Any kind of butter you can imagine. Cheesy butter, creamy butter, milky butter. Anything.”
“Except that none of it’s real butter.”
“Well, not the kind Ma and Pa made back on the farm. The fermentation processes, heating combinations of sugar and amino acids, have also resulted in some dynamite meat flavors.”
“Yum, yum.”
“And the best part is, all of these are considered natural flavors by the FDA.”
“Amazing.” In order to speak to Hubbard, Ben had to submit to more security checks, then be escorted by an armed guard into a lab maybe a tenth the size of the previous one. The only entrance or egress was through a single thick metal-reinforced door. “So if your research is so hot, why do you have such a lousy lab?”
Hubbard leaned closer. “The smaller the lab, the easier it is to secure.”
“I see. Dr. Reynolds tells me you used to hang out with Ray Goldman.”
“True. I considered Ray one of my best friends.”
“Have you seen him lately?”
“No. I haven’t seen him since… you know.” He sighed. “I’ve thought about driving down to McAlester and visiting him. But somehow, I never did it. It just seemed… I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if he’d be glad to see me or not. So I never went.”
“What did the two of you do? Before he was incarcerated?”
Hubbard averted his eyes. “Well… this is… rather embarrassing.”
Aha, Ben thought. At last, I’ve uncovered the nasty. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I need to know everything that might possibly be relevant.”
“Still… I don’t see any reason…”
What is it? Ben wondered. Sexual degradation? Petty larceny? “I’m sorry, but I have to insist. And if necessary, I’ll have to subpoena.”
Hubbard drew in his breath. His teeth clenched tightly together. “Well…”
Yes… Yes…
“We used to play Scrabble.”
Ben stared at him blankly. “That’s it?”
“Yeah. Humiliating, isn’t it? You probably thought we were hot young studs out on the town, carving a swath through all the beautiful babes. But no. Most nights we were rearranging tiles and figuring out a way to get rid of the Q.”
“I see…”
“It’s particularly embarrassing because people already have this stereotype that scientists-and particularly chemists-are really boring. And what do you know? It turns out to be true.”
“There must’ve been something else…”
“Not much. Mind you, we got really good, there toward the end. We were in a league.”
“A… Scrabble league?”
“You bet. They’re all over the country. All over the world, actually. We got together twice a week to play and practice. Compare strategies. Memorize word lists.”
“Fascinating.”
“Did you know there are ninety-six legitimate two-letter words? Knowing them is the key to the game. A well-placed two-letter word can score better than a seven-letter bingo.”
“Do tell.”
“Ray was one of the best. He had all the word lists down cold. He was so organized, you know? Not all that social, but very organized. And he was a master of the anagram. He once scored three bingos in a single game. That’s when you lay down all seven of your tiles at once. You get a fifty-point bonus for that, you know.”
“Sounds like you two took this seriously.”
“We did. We were tournament-rated.”
“There are tournaments?”
“Lots of them. We’d qualified for the nationals. Then Ray ran into that spot of trouble…”
Being arrested for murder. Yeah, that could spoil your Scrabble career. “What did you think when Ray was arrested?”
“I couldn’t believe it. I mean, sure, Ray had his eccentricities. Oddities. But a mass murderer? No way.” Ben noticed that his fingers were fidgeting. “I mean, surely not.”
“You don’t seem totally convinced.”
“Well, I mean, I wasn’t there, was I? You never really know what anyone might be capable of doing, given the right circumstances. But I couldn’t believe that Ray did… that horrible crime.”
Ben shifted around in his chair. This conversation was starting to make him feel distinctly uncomfortable. “Tell me about these eccentricities of Ray’s.”
“Oh… gosh…” Ben could tell the man already regretted having said anything. “It’s hard to explain. Once or twice we went out together. Single bars, that sort of thing. I was unmarried back then. And this was before Ray met Carrie.”
“You knew Carrie?”
“Oh yeah. Wonderful woman. She really loved him.”
“She dumped him.”
“Well, honestly, what can you expect? When your fiancé is on death row, that doesn’t augur well for the marriage. Still, I always wondered if there wasn’t maybe… I don’t know. Something else going on. Something he did or said.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I’m just babbling.”
Was the man intentionally frustrating him, or did it just work out that way? Ben couldn’t be sure. But he made a mental note to follow up on this. “Tell me about these singles’-bar outings. What was so odd about Ray?”
“Maybe odd isn’t the right word. He just… didn’t react the way other people do. Particularly about women.”
“Give me an example.”
“Oh, like, I’d see some hot-looking chick in a slinky dress and I might wolf-whistle or make some approving remark about a part of her anatomy. But Ray would say things like, ‘Yeah, I’d like to knock her down and give her what she wants.’ You know, stuff like that.”
Ben felt his mouth drying. “And what did you think when he said this?”
“Not much at the time. I just thought of it as one of Ray’s quirks. Frankly, chemists aren’t always the most socially well-adjusted people on earth. But then, after the murders, I began to wonder…”
“If Ray was really the killer.”
“No, no!” Hubbard held up his hands. “I’m sure he wasn’t. I just… you know. You can’t help but wonder.”
“Did Ray make any other violent remarks?”
“Just more of the same. ‘If I could get her in a room alone, I’d wipe the smile off her face.’ Or: ‘I could take that clown out with one kick to the kneecap.’ Like that. I mean, I can’t say I never heard anything like that from a man before. Guys will be guys, especially after a few drinks.”