Only three times, Helen said. He doesnt seem like a bad man.
Audrey spun: Oh, snap out of it, Helen, she snarled. You never figured out how things work. You sit down there and sort your little auto parts and the world just goes by. You should ask yourself someday, What happens when I get old? What happens when Im trying to live on Social Security, when nobody wants me anymore? Helen, you just dont have any idea.
Helen turned to the door. Dont worry about me; just worry about yourself, Audrey… By the way, after Mom dieddid you know this? I think you didI took a lock of her hair to put with her picture on the piano. Chief Davenport took it with him. Hes going to have it analyzed by the laboratory.
Welclass="underline" Im sorry to see you lose your precious lock, but at least itll show she wasnt poisoned, Audrey snapped.
I hope so, Helen said. Audrey, when all this is done, weve got to sit down and talk. So much stuff happened when I was a kid, I never got it straight.
Ill set you straight, Audrey said. Come back when its done.
Helen left, the heavy door wheezing shut behind her: Wilson had insisted on the special door, three inches thick, saying, Its the first thing people will know about us. Two thousand dollars for a door
…
Fuck, she said aloud, wrenching her mind away from Wilson. A lock of hair! Could it really be analyzed, or was it a game that Davenport was playing with her? Was there any way to find out?
Maybe the Internet, though it seemed far-fetched. She went to the library, waited impatiently to get on-line, brought up the Alta Vista search engine, and typed in: ARSENIC HAIR.
Almost immediately, she got back a list of articles, and her heart sank. The first one was, improbably, on Napoleon. She opened it, and it referred to arsenic content in Napoleons hair. Shit. She went to the next one, something to do with analysis, and it also mentioned arsenic in hair. Hair.
She punched the off button on the computer, and the computers fan moaned as it closed down. The computer didnt like that, she thought. Didnt like to be up and running, and then cut off.
Fuck the computer.
Arsenic and hair. She had to do something, and do it quickly.
THIRTY-ONE
LUCAS WENT TO LUNCH WITH DEL, WHO SAID, I CANTshake free of this opium thing. A couple of the old ladies have been calling every day, wanting to know what were gonna do.
Thats your problem, thank God, Lucas said. Go over and talk to Towson or one of his guys, see what they want to do.
They want it to go away, Del said. So does Rose Marie. Nobody wants to deal with it. Idont want to deal with it anymore. Hell, Im going on vacation in two weeks. Im finally getting my shot at Cancu
ґn. But now these oldladies, they want something done.
Why? Tell them to keep their mouths shut, and everybodyll forget it, Lucas said.
Theyre not thinking that way. Theyve all been getting together in these fuckin… covens. They think theyve got to pay their debt to society, Del said morosely.
Jesus. Well, you asked for it, Lucas said brightly. I feel for you, pal. But when that doc told you about it, you coulda walked away.
Ah, man, you gotta find a way to help.
Not me. Lucas laughed, and thought, My God, I thinkI just chortled. Im not Narcotics. Go talk to the guys down there.
They treat me like I got the plague…
Thats cause yougotthe plague, Lucas said. I dont want to hear about it.
Fuck me, Del said, moodily. I wasnt cut out for this.
Lucas laughed again, said, Nobody is. Sixty old ladies? Is that what it is? You poor fuck. Youre dead meat.
Del looked at his watch. That lab report is about due.
Lets get back, Lucas said.
You think you got her?
Its almost too much to hope for, Lucas said. When Helen said she had a hair sample, my teeth almost fell out.
LUCAS HAD A MESSAGE WHEN HE GOT BACK: CALL DAVIS. Davis Ericson worked in the state crime lab. He punched in the number, and Ericson picked up.
Whatd you get?
Lucas. Tell you what, Ive never seen this before. Not in real life.
What? You got arsenic?
The hair is stiff with it, Ericson said. She mustve been eating it for a month before she croaked.
Goddamnit, Davis.
LUCAS PUNCHED IN THE COUNTY ATTORNEYS NUMBER, waited for three minutes, and Kirk, the chief of the criminal division, picked up. Lucas explained about the lock of hair.
If Helen can swear that it came from her mother, then that might do it, Kirk said.
Thats where Helen says it comes from.
Give me her name and address. Well set up an appointment for a deposition.
What about Audrey?
Easiest way to do it is, well talk to the judge, and have bail revoked on the killing of her husband. And then beforetomorrows bail hearing, wed get an arrest affidavit put together on her mother, and arrest her on that. Maybe boost the charge on her husband to first degree.
So how long is that gonna take? The bail revocation?
Mmm… well have to get some stuff in writing. If youll set out the circumstances of obtaining the hair sample, and describe the lab testjust in general termsand walk it over here, Ill have a secretary put together an affidavit and well have the judge sign it this afternoon. If you can get your memo over here in an hour, well have it done by the end of the day.
And then we pick her up.
Yup. We could have her inside for supper.
Excellent, Lucas said.
AUDREY HAD BEEN UP MOST OF THE NIGHT, PACKING. She wanted to have it done in case she was rearrested, so that Wilsons clothing wouldnt still be hanging in the closets when she got back. She was eradicating the sight of him.
And she would probably be rearrested, she thought. If Davenport really had that hair, he would probably be coming for her in the next day or two. How long would a lab take? She had no idea. But she was certain it couldnt be done before nine oclock in the morning.
By seven-thirty, with four hours out for sleep, she was done with the packing. After a last quick check around, she hauled the boxes down to the front entry, and stacked them. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, she went to the library, fired up the computer, brought up Word, and wrote for half an hour, editing and reediting as she worked. Satisfied, she dumped the document to a floppy disk, put it in her purse.
At nine oclock, she was out of the house.
THE GOLD BUG WAS A CUSTOM JEWELRY BOUTIQUE ON the south side of Minneapolis. A half-dozen craftsmen worked out of a small common smelting area, with actualfabrication of jewelry done in separate shops on a wing off the smelting area. Shed been there once before, with a ladies tour group from the country club, to look at gold jewelry and how it was made.
She hadnt bought any gold, but shed found the tour interesting.
A tall, bony redheaded woman was working at the desk, looked up and said a cheery Hello as Audrey tentatively poked her nose through the door.
Hello. Are the shops open?
Sure. Go on down. Do you know…?
Yes. Ive been here before.
Audrey scuttled away down the wing, walked past the open fire door that led to the smelting area, slowed, looked inside. A sign beside the door said, Please come in and watch; but please be quiet.
One man was working at an exhaust hood; three other hoods were vacant. He looked up, focused on her.
Im sorry, she said. Is it… okay?
Sure. Come on in. Im just smelting a little gold, here. She walked in with her purse clutched in front of her, an old lady. Shed have to work on this image, a little, she thought. If she got in the newspapers, perhaps she should look younger…
The goldsmith had gone back to his work, a small crucible that he worked with a torch; she couldnt see exactly what he was doing, but didnt particularly care. She wasnt interested in goldwork. With her eyes fixed on the torch, she drifted to another one of the exhaust hoods. The table beside it was empty. Goddamnit. She passed behind him, now looking around at the equipment, then turned so she could watch him from the other side. He was vaguely aware of her, she thought, but he was used to being watched, and paid no real attention.