“What about… your ex-boyfriend? Donovan Rubb?”
A cloud passed over the woman’s face. “Donny is a mistake from my past, Chief, as I’m sure my mother told you. I haven’t seen him in a long time, and I hope to keep it that way. That said, I don’t think he’s capable of murder.”
“Did you know he was your father’s supplier of GHB?” asked Odelia.
“And that he supplied the fatal vial? The one that killed your father?”
“I didn’t know that,” she admitted. “But Donny would never kill anyone. He might be a weak man, and a criminal,” she quickly added when her mother gave her a stern look, “but he’s not a murderer. No way.”
“You never bumped into him when you went to visit your father?” asked the Chief.
“Never.” She stared down at her mother. “Do you think Daddy knew about Donny and only invited me over when he wasn’t there?”
“That would have been so typical of him,” said Bryony.
“Always trying to protect the ones he loved,” said Veronica, and bit her lip as her eyes grew moist. “He really was the most wonderful father.”
If Johnny cared so much about his daughter’s well-being, why didn’t he get a different drug dealer? Odelia thought. Maybe he only found out about Donovan Rubb after his daughter and ex-wife moved into town, and that’s why he tried to change dealers? It definitely was something to look into. Somehow she had a feeling that Rubb made for a much better suspect than Jasper. Though how the latter’s fingerprints had ended up on the vial was still a mystery.
“They fired that horrible Detective Kingsley this morning, darling,” said Bryony now. “Isn’t that the most wonderful news?”
The Chief shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and Odelia felt a rush of blood to her face. Even though she’d told herself not to bring up the business of the young woman’s lies, it was hard not to do so after this.
“That’s great, Mother,” said the young woman distractedly.
“I told the Chief how Detective Kingsley tried to kiss you,” Bryony went on. “And how you had no choice but to press charges against him.”
“Speaking of Detective Kingsley,” said Odelia, ignoring her uncle’s warning look. “What is your comment on the persistent rumors, Miss George?”
“What rumors?”
“The rumors that you and Donovan Rubb made some kind of deal with the NYPD. In exchange for the department dropping all charges against Mr. Rubb, you were asked to testify against Detective Kingsley.”
A flush had crept up the young woman’s face. “Who says so?”
“Well, word on the street is that Detective Kingsley saw something he wasn’t supposed to see and to make him go away trumped-up charges were fabricated and his reputation destroyed. Would you like to comment?”
“Oh, God,” groaned the Chief.
“Would I like to comment?” asked Veronica. “What kind of a police officer are you?”
“She’s not a police officer, darling,” said her mother. “She’s a consultant and Chief Alec’s niece.”
“A consultant? You sound like a reporter,” snapped Veronica.
“That’s because I am a reporter,” said Odelia.
The young woman’s eyes narrowed. “I see. And you’re present at a police interview, why, exactly?”
“That’s none of your business,” said Odelia, now also heating up.
“Well, my business with Detective Kingsley is none of yours, Miss Poole.” She frowned. “Poole… Odelia Poole? The reporter for the Hampton Cove Gazette?”
“One and the same,” Odelia said brightly.
The woman’s teeth came together with a click. “I’m not saying another word. This is an outrage!”
“Just the way they do things in these small towns, darling,” said her mother, darting nervous glances at the Chief, whom she obviously held in high regard.
“Well, I’ll have to have a word with the mayor about this,” said Veronica.
“Just like you had a word with the Commissioner about ‘Donny’s’ arrest?” asked Odelia.
Veronica lifted her chin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Someone told Commissioner Necker that Donovan Rubb had been arrested. He talked to Mayor Turner and the mayor leaned on my uncle to have Rubb released from prison and Detective Kingsley fired.”
“I don’t know where you get your information, Miss Poole—though I have my suspicions,” she added with a pointed look at Uncle Alec, “but I can assure you I had nothing to do with that. I imagine that if anyone told the Commissioner about Donny’s arrest it was Donny himself or his lawyer. Like I said, I haven’t been in touch with him since we broke up, and I filed a restraining order against him for good measure.”
“You do like your restraining orders, don’t you, Miss George?”
“That’s it,” she snapped, getting up. “I want you out of here right now!”
“Veronica, darling,” said her mother. “They’re the police.”
“He is, but she most certainly isn’t. You can stay,” she told the Chief. Then she turned to Odelia. “But I’m not saying another word as long as you are here.”
Damn, Odelia thought. Now she’d gone and done it. She just had to go and flap her gums about Chase, hadn’t she? Instead of playing it cool, she had to antagonize this woman and put all her cards on the table. But then she couldn’t stand injustice, and the lies this woman had told about Chase simply rubbed her the wrong way. If she’d lied about Chase, what else was she lying about? Her relationship with Rubb? Was she still secretly in touch with him?
“I think you better wait outside, Odelia, honey,” said the Chief now.
“Yes, please get out of my house, Miss Poole,” Veronica said, hands on her hips now, eyes blazing.
And as Odelia left the room, she heard Bryony say, “It is highly unorthodox to have a reporter present at a police interview, isn’t it, Chief?”
Yes, it was highly unorthodox, and if it was true that Veronica was still secretly seeing Rubb, she just might talk to the Commissioner again, who might talk to Mayor Turner, who might talk to Dan and force him to fire her, just like they’d leaned on her uncle to fire Chase.
Darn it. She’d just landed herself in a big ol’ heap of trouble, hadn’t she?
Chapter 20
Seated in her uncle’s squad car, she was waiting nervously until he came out. After what seemed like forever, he finally appeared on the doorstep and, after shaking hands with Bryony, ambled over and heaved his bulk into the driver’s seat.
“Well?” she asked
“Well, that was some show, honey.”
She groaned. “I know. I got carried away. But when I think of all the lies Veronica told I couldn’t just sit there and say nothing. God knows she’s put Chase through hell, and I’m sure she’s not telling the truth about Rubb. I’m pretty sure she’s still seeing that guy.”
He turned to her with a serious expression on his face. “Odelia, honey, she’s going to talk to the mayor, who apparently is a friend of the family.”
She felt her blood run cold. “So? I’m not a cop. He can’t do anything.”
“Knowing Mayor Turner, and how much he likes his celebrities, he’ll want to have a word with Dan. And me,” he said, turning his gaze to the windshield. “About allowing you to tag along on official police business.”
“You mean you might get into trouble because of me? I’m so sorry, uncle.”
“That’s all right. Mayor Turner isn’t my first mayor. I’ve had worse. But he might raise Cain with that editor of yours. Though knowing Dan he’ll probably flip the mayor the bird and tell him to take a hike.”
She smiled. “He probably will.” Still, she felt bad about having caused both her uncle and Dan so much trouble.
“Anyhoo,” said her uncle, firing up the engine, “looks like I can put this case to rest now.”