“She seems to think her brother had plenty of money,” An’gel said. “Do you know whether she would benefit significantly from his death, by any chance?”
“Nathan inherited a lot of money from their parents, I do know that,” Mary Turner said, “but all Serenity got was a trust fund. A pretty hefty one, too, I think. Nathan probably had a will. He was careful about things like that. If it hadn’t been for his obsession over the French room, I think we would have gotten along fine.”
“If Nathan did leave a will,” Dickce said, “whom do you think he left his money and property to?”
Mary Turner shrugged. “My guess would be to either Serenity or to Truss Wilbanks. Nathan and Truss were still a couple, as far as I know.”
CHAPTER 22
“That’s interesting, don’t you think, Dickce?” An’gel shot a pointed glance at her sister. She knew she had been right about the sexual component of the men’s relationship.
Dickce nodded. “How long had your cousin and Mr. Wilbanks been together?”
“Going on ten years, at least,” Mary Turner said. “Mind you, it was a pretty volatile relationship from what I saw of it. Truss lives here in Natchez, and Nathan lived in Vicksburg, although they were always going back and forth, I think.”
“Were Mr. Wilbanks and your cousin in business together?” An’gel asked.
“Yes, Truss handled the legal side of Nathan’s real estate business, but he also has other clients,” Mary Turner said.
“Like Mrs. Foster,” Dickce said.
Mary Turner nodded. “Actually, I think Truss started out as their father’s lawyer. He’s been involved with the family since not long after he finished law school. That was about twenty years ago, I think. He’s ten years older than me.” She paused a moment. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are y’all so interested in this? Is it because you think Nathan’s death wasn’t natural?”
“We think it’s possible that it wasn’t,” An’gel said. “We don’t want to alarm you, but you have to be prepared for that possibility. If it turns out that he didn’t die naturally, then the police will want to know who killed him.”
“And people will think it’s me or Henry Howard,” Mary Turner said. “Serenity will keep pointing the finger at me because she thinks I’ve always hated her and Nathan. All because of the contents of that stupid room.” She shook her head. “Sometimes I wish my father or my grandfather had given the Gambles all that stuff and been done with it.”
“You could have done it yourself after you inherited it,” An’gel said. “Couldn’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose so.” Mary Turner sighed. “Although I know my father wouldn’t like it. He thought it should stay in our family. If Nathan hadn’t been such a gadfly about it, I might have decided to let him have it, despite the loss it would mean for Henry Howard and me. But Nathan was so annoying.”
“What about his sister? Would you give it to her?” Dickce asked.
“Never,” Mary Turner said. “She’s always been hateful and spiteful, and I’ll burn the stuff before I let her get her hands on it.” She laughed, and to An’gel, it was a bitter sound. “I know that sounds terrible, but that’s the way it is. I never hated Nathan, despite how irritating he was. Serenity has never done a good thing for anyone in her life, always acting like she was too good to work for a living like the rest of us.”
“She has certainly not impressed me,” An’gel said. “While I feel sorry for her over her brother’s death, I don’t think I could ever like her or want to spend time around her.”
“I’m glad you told us about Nathan’s relationship with Mr. Wilbanks,” Dickce said. “Frankly, at first I thought he and Serenity were involved.”
Mary Turner appeared amused at the thought. “I think Serenity would like them to be more than friends, but I’m not sure Truss sees it that way. Truss really has put up with a lot for that family.”
“Presumably he’s been well paid for his legal work,” An’gel said.
“Possibly,” Mary Turner said. “Nathan wasn’t known for being generous about anything much, except giving to his church maybe. I know he helped them buy a new organ. But he had trouble keeping employees in his real estate business. They were always leaving because of low pay. A friend of mine from high school whose husband took a job in Vicksburg worked for him for about a year. That was as long as she could stand it. What he paid didn’t cover the cost of child care, according to her.”
“Do you believe Nathan was well off? Did he have a significant estate to leave to someone?” An’gel asked.
“I don’t know for sure,” Mary Turner said. “I would think he was worth a good bit, though. He bought property in other states where the economy was better, particularly in Texas. I heard him mention properties in Dallas and Houston, for example. He went around looking like he could barely afford to buy clothes and he drove a twenty-year-old car, but that was just him.”
“Sounds to me, then, that he might have been worth killing,” Dickce said.
“When you put it like that,” Mary Turner said slowly, “I suppose he was. Serenity and Truss would benefit the most, in that case, unless Nathan didn’t leave them anything.” She thought a moment. “But Nathan was big on family and family history; otherwise he wouldn’t have been so obsessed with the French room. I can’t imagine he would cut his sister off completely.”
“This is putting you on the spot, really,” An’gel said, “but if you had to point the finger at either Serenity or Truss, which one would you point to?”
“That’s a hard question. My first instinct is to say Serenity, but that may be because I loathe her so much.” Mary Turner shrugged. “I actually sort of like Truss. He’s really not so bad, but he does love money. Could be either one of them, or they might have been in it together.”
“That’s an interesting thought,” An’gel said. “They were both angry with him certainly.”
“I didn’t realize Truss was angry with Nathan,” Mary Turner said. “Why do you say that?”
An’gel told her what she had seen, minus the vulgar language. Mary Turner looked stunned. “Miss An’gel, I’m so sorry you had to see that. How nasty.”
“It was unpleasant,” An’gel said, “but I’ve lived a long time, my dear. I’ve seen far worse.”
“Wait till I tell Henry Howard about this.” Mary Turner’s face clouded. “If he ever comes back, that is.” She pulled out her cell phone. “Still no response from him.”
“Don’t let yourself get worked up again, my dear,” An’gel said. “He’ll turn up soon, I’m sure. By now he will have walked off his frustrations and be on his way home.”
“Bound to,” Dickce said.
“I sure hope so.” Mary Turner started to rise. “I really should go talk to Marcelline. I was pretty rough with her.”
An’gel privately thought that a little rough talk would do Marcelline good. The housekeeper had been unpleasant to Henry Howard and shouldn’t be interfering in her employers’ marriage. She had behaved like a mother-in-law instead of a housekeeper.
“Don’t go just yet,” An’gel said. “I have something else I want to ask you about. It won’t take long, I promise.”
Mary Turner resumed her seat promptly, and An’gel guessed she wasn’t eager to confront Marcelline again.
“What is that?” Mary Turner asked.
“It’s about Primrose Pace,” An’gel said. “Did she tell you anything at all about her background? Give you any references?”
“References? No, she didn’t, but then I didn’t ask.” Mary Turner frowned. “I probably should have, shouldn’t I? I was so excited by the idea of having an experienced medium in the house, I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“About her background,” An’gel said. “Did she tell you anything?”