Number two on the list: Kirk. He’d proven to have an outrageous temper, and he was certainly strong enough to push Olivia into the fountain. However, there was no denying that he was devastated by Olivia’s death. Could he be so upset because he knew he was the one responsible?
Dr. Blocken was a suspect for the same reason Mrs. Blocken was, but I still couldn’t fathom a reason why either one would hurt their daughter.
Bree was also a suspect merely because she was present at the picnic, but again, she had no motive. And the thought of fifteen-year-old O.M. killing her sister was more than I’d let myself fathom. I knew some teenagers were violent, and O.M. definitely had an attitude problem, but . . .
Topaz had made it plain that she didn’t know Olivia, and Olivia’s death had cost her a lot financially. If it had been Mrs. Blocken who was found in the fountain, Topaz would be a much more likely suspect. After Topaz, I considered Bobby. He’d just met Olivia the day before she was attacked, hours really. Furthermore, the thought of Bobby up that early on his Saturday morning off from the library was ludicrous.
I added a final name to the list, the most likely suspect, the one person who had indisputable means, motive, and opportunity: Mark. Ina said to solve the crime I must assume that Mark is guilty. He had motive. He still loved Olivia, and she was marrying another man in his hometown. He had means and opportunity. He could have easily pushed Olivia into the fountain and returned to his office at Dexler without any problem. During the summer, the campus was deserted early in the morning. No one would see him. In fact, no one did see how Olivia ended up in the fountain, even with the ill-placed surveillance cameras and Mutt’s rent-a-cops roving the grounds.
My front door opened. Ina ambled in with a mug of steaming liquid.
I hid my list underneath a throw pillow. “Ina, I need to get ready to go to the Justice Center. I have to give Detective Mains a statement. I should get it over with before he throws me in the cell next to Mark.”
She set the mug on the coffee table in front of me. “Now, honey, I know that you’re upset about Mark, but everything will work out just fine, you’ll see. Why don’t you drink this cup of tea I made for you?”
“It’s too hot for tea.”
Ina sat on my rocker stubbornly. “I’m not leaving until you drink every last drop.” She scooted to the front of the chair and planted her feet firmly on the floor. “I’ve heard you rambling around here in the middle of the night. When is the last time you were able to get any real rest?”
I picked up the mug and took a sip. It tasted awful. I gagged.
“It’s good for you.”
I’ll bet it is, I thought.
“I wanted to bring Fella over to sit with you, but I was afraid of what your wild cat would’ve done. I don’t trust that cat as far as I can throw him.”
I took a big gulp and swallowed the last of the tea. I opened my mouth to show her. “See, it’s all gone.”
Ina started telling me a long, detailed account of her and Juliet’s cruise plans for August. “It’s the perfect time of year to see Alaska, don’t you think?”
“Sure,” I said. “I really . . .”
“Juliet is such a hussy. You should have seen the dress she bought yesterday.”
“That’s nice.” I paused, “Oh!”
“What is it?”
“I feel a little woozy.” I sat farther back on the couch, shaking my head.
“You do?”
I started to nod, but the action took too much effort. I stretched my legs onto the couch, and Ina covered me with the orange cotton sheet.
I was in my dorm room in art school. The phone rang, and I answered it. Sobs sounded on the other end. “Mark? Mark? Is that you?” More sobs answered me. “Is everything okay? What happened?”
“I miss her. Why’d she leave?”
“Olivia?” I couldn’t help but ask.
He cried, and I couldn’t get another word out of him.
Suddenly, I was on the telephone with Olivia. “How’s Mark?” she asked.
“Like you care,” I said.
“India, that’s not fair.”
“He’s crushed,” I said.
“He’ll get over it.”
I remained silent.
“Don’t let this thing with Mark come between us,” she said.
The scene changed, and I was just a child. Olivia pushed me on the swing in our neighborhood playground.
“Higher!” I called. “Higher!”
She threw all of her weight against my back, and I soared into the air over the treetops and into the clouds.
Frightened, I screamed. “Stop it! That’s too high! Livie, that’s too high!”
I jerked awake, grasping my thundering chest. Ina was knitting an emerald green scarf on the rocking chair. The light in the living room was dim. The VCR clock read ten after nine. I’d slept for nearly three hours. Templeton perched on the back of the couch, his back arched.
“What happened?” My head throbbed.
“Oh, you’re awake. Did you have a nice rest?”
“How could I have slept that long?” I held the side of my head.
“A little sleeping draft I whipped up. It was my mother’s recipe.”
“What?” I asked. Templeton jumped off the couch.
She kept on knitting. “It’s all natural, all herbal. You have nothing to worry about. I’ve taken it many times myself.”
“You drugged me?”
“There were no drugs involved, and you needed the rest.” She gave me her elfin smile.
I jumped off the couch. I grabbed the arm as I started to topple over. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“It was for your own good. I was helping,” she said, as if that was a completely reasonable explanation for lacing my drink.
I clenched my jaw and mentally counted to ten. I blew out a long breath. “Mains is going to kill me, I was supposed to be at the Justice Center four hours ago.”
“Oh, dear.” Ina hopped out of the rocking chair.
After a minute, the dizziness passed. I grabbed a dark, paint-splattered hooded sweatshirt from my closet and slipped my wallet and cell phone in the pockets of my shorts. “I have to go.”
“Isn’t it too late,” Ina said.
“It’s better that I go now than wait until tomorrow.”
I left Ina in my living room, knowing that she would lock up my apartment for me before she left.
Chapter Forty-Four
After nine at night, even during the summer, the people of Stripling roll up the sidewalks. Despite the fact that Stripling is a college town, it is not a party town. If the students of Martin are looking for any night life, they drive the fifteen miles to go to bars in Kent.
The Justice Center parking lot was just as deserted as it had been several nights ago when I visited my brother. I walked up the steep steps, both dreading and hoping that Mains would be there. Instead of Mains, I was greeted by Officer Knute, who was again behind the desk. He scowled when I walked in.
“I’m here to see Detective Mains,” I said.
Knute gave me a bored look. “Name?”
“For crying out loud, you know who I am.”
Knute’s face was impassive. “Name?”
Through gritted teeth. “India Hayes.”
“Ahh, yes,” he said. “Detective Mains said I was to take your statement if you bothered to show up tonight.”
I kept my mouth shut. I was in enough trouble as it was. I didn’t think that Officer Knute would think twice before throwing me in a cell.