“Me, neither. Sometimes I think the opposite of you. I’ll find a job on a big-city force and move up the ranks, more money. Every day will be filled with drama, crimes, people needing help. Like you, I look around and think, ‘Do I really want to be the first woman police chief of Charlotte, North Carolina, or Philadelphia?’ ”
“Speaking of crime, anything new regarding Barbara Leader?”
Cooper shifted in her seat. “How new is new?”
“Coop.” Harry’s voice dropped.
“Yeah, well, a few oddities. Nothing big enough for the media, just oddities.”
“And?”
The tall woman shrugged. “Background footwork. Barbara Leader did her undergraduate work at what was then Randolph-Macon College, which you probably knew. Upon graduating, she was accepted at the University of Virginia’s nursing school, where she excelled. We questioned a few of her professors. She specialized in blood disorders because her younger brother died of leukemia. Everyone we spoke with mentioned her passion for the field, and that’s how she wound up in hematology. Dr. Fishbein also praised her. After fifteen years in the hospital with his blessing and the other doctors’, she switched over to home care. Dr. Fishbein said having someone of Barbara’s caliber in a home nursing situation was uncommon. Usually it’s people who can turn over the patient, give pills or shots, simple stuff like that.”
“I forgot about her brother,” Harry remarked. “He was still in junior high. How wonderful that she specialized in blood diseases.”
“Dr. Fishbein thought Barbara’s care prolonged lives. He said she had an instinct for where the patient was and what he or she needed. And she wasn’t afraid to argue with doctors, especially over medication.” Cooper added, “She really cared.”
Harry remembered her lifeless body in the driver’s seat. “I’m sorry I didn’t know her better.”
“Here’s the thing. She checked out thallium chloride from the hospital. Dr. Fishbein swears he did not prescribe it to anyone. Why would he? But Barbara checked it out, using her initials.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“Why would I? She signed an old logbook, which she placed in a desk drawer. She didn’t use the computer to enter the information.”
“Coop, that is odd. Maybe she made money selling it.”
“To whom? People don’t abuse thallium chloride. They want Oxycontin and stuff like that. And if she was selling it, why leave her initials in an old logbook?”
“Maybe she really was contemplating suicide.”
“Always a possibility. I can’t count the times when we’ve investigated a suicide and people said, ‘They seemed fine.’ Some people are obviously distressed. Others hid it. Barbara Leader was murdered.”
“What does Rick think?”
“Murdered. The drug results in a swift death. One doesn’t shoot up thallium chloride.”
By the time they reached the outskirts of Richmond, both were still focused on this strange event.
Harry finally said, “What if Barbara took the drug to kill someone else? Maybe a patient in terrible pain.”
“Thought of that, too. She had no record of any suspicious deaths on her watch. Also, her family and friends mentioned she was opposed to assisted suicide. Her husband quoted her as saying ‘God gives life and God takes life, not us.’ ”
“What a moral tangle. Who wants to see someone suffer prolonged intense misery? But it does seem wrong to kill someone. And then I think of battle, especially prior to mechanized warfare, the coup de grace.”
“Maybe this was a coup de grace, unlikely as that seems.” Cooper flicked her fingernails on the passenger window, making a rapid rattling sound.
“She could have taken the drug to hand over to someone else whose spouse or child was suffering.”
“Possible. Either out of compassion or for money.”
“Coop, did she need money?”
“No. She and her husband were not rich but living within their means.”
“That alone is a miracle,” Harry ruefully said. “This is what I think. She lifted the drug. We don’t know why but someone else knew. Either it was for them to put them out of misery or for them to kill someone out of mercy. That person, afraid that she might talk if there’s suspicion, kills her.”
“Possible.”
“We need to find out who knew.”
“Harry.” Cooper raised her voice. “Once we found the evidence everyone in the hematology department knew, as well as Dr. Fishbein’s staff.”
“Let me amend that. Who knew she took it who wasn’t a medical person?” Harry turned off I-95, which she had switched onto as they approached Richmond. She took the Broad Street exit.
“Why are you taking this exit? Ledbury’s is farther downtown on South Fourteenth Street.”
“ ’Cause if I take the Broad Street exit, I know where I am. Richmond used to be easy to drive in. Not anymore,” Harry defended her driving. “Another thought. Maybe Barbara taking the thallium chloride has nothing to do with suffering.”
“Harry, that’s impossible. Why would she or anyone want such a lethal drug?”
“Maybe it is murder, pure and simple.”
“So she knew too much? She was too compassionate to kill someone else. Not the type to assist in murder for reasons which we can’t fathom. Suffering makes more sense.”
“It does, but as you know better than I, murder always makes sense to the murderer. And most murderers believe they will never be caught. Maybe Barbara or her family was threatened. She left evidence that she took the thallium chloride. It wasn’t immediately obvious, but she wanted it known for other reasons. Maybe she left a clue because she feared for her own life.”
Once at Ledbury’s, they opened the door to be greeted by a handsome wire-haired fox terrier.
“Willoughby, where’s Daddy?” Harry recognized the fellow, tail vigorously wagging.
“Dazzled by choices.” Bill Hall’s deep voice rang out.
The two women joined him where he had shirts spread on a table. In good shape, he could wear anything but was stymied by all the choices and colors.
Harry and Cooper knew Bill from his work for the Fur Ball, one of Richmond’s coveted fund-raisers, as it was always fun, plus it helped animals.
Pointing to a subtle striped shirt, Harry suggested it “Very Belgravia,” mentioning an old, desirable section of London.
“Is,” he replied. “And what are you two doing here?”
“A husband run. Wanted to buy Fair something special,” Harry said.
“No husband yet,” Cooper joked.
“Well, that’s both good and bad. Men can be a lot of work.” Bill laughed devilishly, then inquired, “How’s Governor Sam?”
Bill knew the Albemarle County contingent as they came to the Fur Ball, he knew Susan was Sam Holloway’s granddaughter, and he also knew the governor. Bill knew everyone, having served on numerous committees, and he was a real whiz as a fund-raiser.
“Good spirits. Penny’s wonderful with him, as is Susan’s mother. He’s working on his autobiography.”
“That will be an important book.” Bill meant that.
“Hey, how’s O.B.?” Harry changed the subject.
O.B. meant the “other Bill,” as Bill Hall’s partner had the same first name. It could get confusing but never to Willoughby because they smelled different. All humans do but they don’t seem able to detect it.
“An engine of energy and chat, as always.” Bill smiled broadly. “Before I forget, check out Fetch-A-Cure, the comprehensive oncology center. They’re doing amazing things that might eventually help people.” He paused, then inquired, “The governor has cancer, doesn’t he?”
Harry replied, “Leukemia.”
“Ah.” Bill grimaced.
Cooper added, “The man is really tough.”