“She wasn’t in ill health that you knew of?”
“No.”
“Or depressed?”
Medea shook her head.
A.J. said slowly, “I think suicide always comes as a shock to other people. Couldn’t it just be something like that?”
“I… I wouldn’t have thought so.”
“Where are you going with this, pumpkin?” Elysia inquired, clearly displeased at the suggestion of an accidental death when there was a possibility of foul play.
“I don’t know,” A.J. admitted. “Sleeping pills seem like an unreliable way to kill yourself. But they also seem like an unreliable way to commit murder.”
“Sleeping pill overdose is the method most commonly used when women wish to commit suicide.”
“How do you know that?”
“I remember once on 221B Baker Street…”
A.J. quickly put up a hand. “Point taken. Anyway, I’ll grant you sleeping pills are the kind of thing that could, in theory, be tampered with.”
“I’m not following. If someone already wished to kill herself why would you need to tamper with the sleeping pills?”
“Well, but what if someone didn’t? What if-”
“Stop it!” Medea cried suddenly, jamming on the brakes. “I canna bear it.”
A.J. and Elysia lurched forward and then subsided into stricken silence. Medea shuddered over the steering wheel while cars behind them honked in outrage.
“Let me drive,” A.J. said quickly. She scrambled out of the car, holding the door so that Medea could trade places with her in the backseat.
When they were once more on their way, Elysia turned to the backseat. “Maddie, my dear…”
But Medea was shaking her head fiercely. “Let me be, Elysia.”
The short drive back to the house in Andover was accomplished in a tense silence that gradually grew heavy and then settled into abstraction.
Reaching the house, Medea apologized for her behavior and then excused herself, claiming she had a terrible headache. Promising to be down in time to fix dinner, she went upstairs with the ferret clinging to her shoulder.
A.J. and Elysia retreated to the kitchen. Elysia made tea and they sat at the oval table, talking quietly.
“Are you sure we’re not in the way here?” A.J. said. “Maybe she’d prefer to be on her own right now.”
Elysia waved this off.
“Well, at the least we should probably order takeout or a pizza so she doesn’t have to cook for us.”
“I can’t possibly think of food at a time like this.” Elysia sipped her tea, then put the cup down in its saucer. “Anyway, she likes to cook. Cooking will keep her mind occupied.”
A.J. opened her mouth, then gave up. She said instead, “She seems very upset considering Peggy wasn’t a close friend.”
Elysia said tartly, “The fact that they weren’t as close as they’d once been doesn’t mean she didn’t still feel affection for her.”
“Did it seem like there was more to it than that?”
“What do you mean?” Elysia’s blue eyes studied her.
“Did she seem… I don’t know… guilty to you?”
“No.”
The phone rang. They both jumped, then turned, listening. The phone did not ring again.
Elysia amended, “I think everyone feels guilty when a friend or someone close commits suicide. You think you should have seen the signs, should have noticed something was wrong, should have prevented it.”
“I can see how that would be true. It’s just that Maddie’s reaction isn’t what I’d expect. It seems… extreme.”
“Mmm.”
A.J. instinctively dropped her voice even lower. “That comment about ‘they killed her.’ Did you have the impression she meant a general ‘they’ or that she had someone specifically in mind?”
“What specific ‘they’ could she have meant? Peggy’s family? Maddie said she was unaware that Peggy had problems with anyone.”
A.J. nodded though Maddie’s opinion didn’t necessarily mean much since she hadn’t been in contact with her friend for some time. “She didn’t want to confide in us. That was obvious.”
“True.”
A.J. said grimly, “We’ve already got one murder case that we’re not equipped to handle. We don’t need to take on another.”
“No,” Elysia said reluctantly. “I suppose you’re right.”
They chatted a little longer about various things. A.J. went to call Sacred Balance and make sure all was well.
A brief phone call to Emma Rice seemed to confirm Lily’s assertion that A.J.’s presence was not essential to the success of Sacred Balance.
“You know where to reach me if there’s a problem,” she told Emma.
“There’s nothing here we can’t handle for a day or two,” Emma said with disheartening confidence. “You don’t need to worry about us. You just take care of yourself.”
Elysia and A.J. spent the remainder of the day quietly. A.J. enjoyed herself exploring the bookshelves in Medea’s library. In addition to Tolkien, Pratchett, Lewis, and Rowling, there were a number of young adult fantasy novels that A.J. remembered from her teen years: The House With a Clock in Its Walls by John Bellairs, A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin, So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane.
For a time she lost herself in the exotic worlds of mages and magic. She was startled to realize how swiftly time had passed when her mother joined her at six o’clock suggesting it was time to start discussing possible plans for dinner with their hostess.
A.J. glanced at the clock behind the statue of Medusa and nodded, surprised that Medea had not put in an appearance before now. Elysia went upstairs.
She returned a few moments later. “Maddie’s not in her room.”
A.J. set down the copy of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. “Where would she go?”
“Nowhere. Her car is still in the garage.”
If Elysia had already checked the garage, she was obviously uneasy. A.J. joined her in a quick, quiet hunt through the house.
They reunited in the dining room. A.J. shook her head. Elysia’s face tightened. They both jumped at the clatter of a chafing dish on the heavy sideboard. Morag the ferret poked her head out from under the lid.
“Did you check the back?” A.J. inquired.
“I glanced out the window. I didn’t see her on the patio.”
“Maybe she’s working in her garden. I find it soothing sometimes just to pull weeds.”
Elysia led the way out to the back porch. It was empty, but A.J. spotted a dark form lying on the grass inside the garden.
“Mother!”
At the sharpness in A.J.’s voice, Elysia turned, following her down the steps as she hurried across the lawn.
A few steps away, A.J. slowed and then stopped. Elysia joined her and they gazed in stricken silence. It was obviously too late. Medea’s harsh features were waxen and empty of all emotion. She looked like one of her own macabre statues-except for the blood-soaked blouse and the bullet hole in her chest.
Fourteen
The on-scene investigation was winding up when Jake arrived.
A.J. spotted him striding tall and assured through the crime scene personnel busily searching Medea’s Victorian house of horrors for the gun that had killed her. Jake paused to show his ID to a uniformed officer who pointed out Detective Lennon. Lennon was heading the investigation.
A.J.’s heart did a glad leap before she remembered that all was not well between her and Jake-and even if all was well, he would not be happy to find her in the middle of a murder investigation. She could understand that since she wasn’t happy to find herself in this situation either.
She couldn’t help staring as he and the silver-haired Detective Lennon began to speak.
She and Elysia had informed the police about the nocturnal visit of Bill Zemda the night before, pointing out the garden back gate, but so far no one seemed interested in anything but A.J. and her mother’s movements.
“I see your inspector is here,” Elysia stated. She was pale but composed.