“Yes, sir,” she said. “I’m really sorry about all this, Dad.”
“No need to apologize. We just need to get this sorted out, so you can get on with your job.”
Laura’s laugh sounded bitter. “If I have one. With no Connor and no new play, I’m not sure what we’ll do.”
“Ralph Johnston will come up with something.” I helped her out of the wheelchair and into the car. I took the wheelchair back into the ER and left it inside the door, out of the way. The nurse at the admissions desk nodded to acknowledge it.
I climbed into the backseat with Laura. Sean put the car into gear and drove slowly out of the hospital parking lot. He kept up a sedate pace all the way home.
“About that thumb drive,” I said in a tone I hope brooked no argument. “What is so all-fired important about it?”
Laura stared out the window. “For one thing, it has the play on it—at least whatever amount of the play that Connor managed to write.”
That much I figured. “What else?”
“Correspondence, of course, and notes.” Laura shrugged as she turned back to gaze at me. “He also kept notes about all sorts of things. At least that’s what he told me. He never let me see what he had on it, or even what he had on his laptop. He was really secretive about it all.”
“If it turns out he was murdered,” Sean said as he glanced into the rearview mirror, “you think there could be clues of some kind on that drive?”
“I sure hope so,” Laura said.
“Why did you feel like you had to take it?” I was still puzzled by Laura’s actions. “Why didn’t you simply give it to Kanesha? As it stands now, it could be deemed inadmissible evidence. What do you think, Sean?”
“You could be right,” Sean replied. “Criminal law isn’t my forte, but a competent defense attorney could probably get it disallowed.”
“I didn’t think about any of that.” Laura rubbed her forehead. “I guess I just thought it was important to see whatever is on it. If I turned it over to the deputy right away, I’d probably never get to see it all.”
“Do you think there’s going to be something really personal—something about you—on the drive?” That made me nervous. Connor had acted more than a bit obsessed with Laura, and who knew what he could have written about her.
“There could be.” Laura glanced at me, then away. “I guess I should tell you, Dad, Connor asked me to marry him several months ago, and I said yes.” She cut a sideways glance to see my reaction.
I frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
“I wasn’t sure you’d approve.” Laura sounded defensive. “But we didn’t stay engaged very long, only a couple of weeks. By then I figured there was no point in telling you about it.”
“It’s okay,” I said, glad she had finally told me herself. I caught Sean’s glance in the mirror and nodded slightly. I waited a moment, then continued. “You should never be afraid to tell me anything, sweetheart. I’ll always be on your side, no matter what.”
Laura leaned against me. “I know, and I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it.”
“When we get home,” Sean said, “I think we should see what’s on that thumb drive. Then you need to turn it over right away to Deputy Berry.”
“I agree.” I patted Laura’s hand. “Kanesha’s bright and capable. We can trust her.”
“Good,” Laura said. “But I still want to know what’s on that drive.” She hesitated. “I just have this feeling that it’s important. Mostly because of what Connor said.”
“Said? When?” Sean asked.
“That last phone conversation we had.” Laura sounded sad. “He was half-bombed when he called me, and when he was like that, he’d mutter a lot. Right before he hung up, he said, ‘The play’s the thing.’ Those were the last words I heard him speak.”
TWENTY
“We’re home,” Sean announced as he turned the car into the driveway. “That phrase—‘The play’s the thing’—sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?”
“Hamlet,” Laura and I said in unison. I smiled and deferred to the actor in the family. Laura supplied the whole quotation. “I’ll have grounds / More relative than this—the play’s the thing / Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.”
“That was Hamlet talking about his uncle, right?” Sean pulled into the garage and shut the motor off.
“Yes,” Laura said. “Hamlet wanted a way to test his uncle Claudius to see if he was guilty of killing his father, who was also Claudius’s brother.”
When Laura paused, I added to her comment. “He wrote a play and put in some lines about regicide to see if Claudius reacted.”
Sean opened Laura’s door and offered her his arm. She accepted the gesture with a smile, and I followed them into the house.
Diesel met us a few feet inside the kitchen door, and he warbled up a storm at all of us. He went straight to Laura, though, and rubbed himself against her legs. She cooed at him, telling him what a wonderful kitty he was and how much she adored him. He kept talking to her, ignoring Sean and me.
Sean led his sister to the table and pulled out a chair for her. When Laura sat, Diesel moved in front of her and put both his front paws on her legs. He gazed up into her face and meowed. She scratched his head. “I’m doing okay, sweet kitty.”
I glanced at the clock and was amazed to note that the time was only seven minutes past noon. The morning seemed a day long because so much had happened.
“I’ll fix lunch.” Something fast and easy, I decided. “How about tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?” Strictly comfort food. Sean and Laura had both, as children and as adolescents, asked for the combination whenever they were sick, and comfort seemed a good idea now.
“Yes, please,” Laura said with a big smile, and Sean nodded. Diesel finally stopped talking and settled down by Laura’s chair. He still hadn’t acknowledged my presence.
“Sean, why don’t you make Laura some hot tea while I get started?” I went to work preparing our lunch.
As I worked and Laura sipped at her tea, we resumed our conversation about Connor Lawton’s quoting from Hamlet.
Sean stirred his tea as he spoke. “The question is, I guess, was Lawton writing about a real murder in his play?”
“And if he was, was he trying to ‘catch the conscience’ of someone he thought was a killer?” I added some heavy cream to the soup before I started on the grilled cheese sandwiches.
“Good questions,” Laura said. She sipped at her tea. “That’s why I wanted to keep the thumb drive, at least for a short time. With the laptop missing, the only complete copy of what Connor had written is on that drive. I’m sure of that. We have some pages we’ve been using for the workshopping, but we don’t have that many.”
“If it turns out that he was murdered,” Sean said, “then there could be a strong connection between the play and the killer.”
“That sounds reasonable to me.” I buttered bread while I waited for the skillet to heat. “And it would mean the killer is someone who saw the workshopping or somehow managed to read as much of the play as Lawton had written.”
“The problem for me is that, based on the bits of the play we workshopped, I can’t remember anything in it that had anything to do with a murder. Though there were elements that made it seem like a mystery novel.” Laura scowled before she drank more of her tea. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Then maybe the incriminating bit is in some part of the play you didn’t workshop,” Sean said. “We’ll just have to read it and see what we can find.”
My cell phone rang, forestalling conversation for the moment. I set down the knife and the piece of bread I was buttering and pulled out my phone. I recognized the number that came up on the screen. “Hello,” I said, and Kanesha Berry responded with a quick greeting.