"Dr. Lilly would have resisted an attack, you see?" he explained in painfully slow syllables. "If she fought and the killer had to subdue her, there would be marks on her arms, perhaps her throat."
The doctor made gestures to his arm and neck, as if I were still learning the names of body parts. "These bruises or scratches are called 'defensive' wounds." He put air quotes around "defensive."
Will ya tell this clown you've learned the alphabet already? Didn't I tell you Ivy Leaguers are the worst?
"Yes, yes," I told the doctor (and Jack). "I know what defensive wounds are. But what if someone pushed Dr. Lilly off that ladder? Or pulled the ladder out from under her?"
Dr. Rubino rubbed his forehead. He glanced at Chief Ciders, who suddenly looked our way again with a questioning expression.
I congratulated myself. Now at least the chief was considering the possibility of foul play!
"Well… I suppose it's possible" Dr. Rubino was forced to admit. He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. "But it would be a one-in-ten chance that Dr. Lilly's head would strike the platform. For someone to push her so she landed in just such a way as to cause death… " His voice trailed off and he shook his head. "No, I just don't see that as likely."
Chief Ciders sighed and looked away again.
"But someone could have pushed her," I quickly countered, trying to pry the chief's mind back open. "That same someone could have dragged Dr. Lilly to the stage and made sure her head struck it before she had a chance to fight back."
"Chief, the ambulance is here," Officer Franzetti called.
Ciders slapped his knee with the clipboard. "Good. We've spent enough time here."
"But-"
"That's enough, Mrs. McClure," said the chief. "You're letting your imagination run away with you." He glanced around at the novels on our shelves. "It's no wonder," he muttered condescendingly, "the business you're in."
"I didn't imagine last night's attempt on Dr. Lilly's life-" "It was an accident," Ciders shot back. "Last night and this morning, and that's how I'm reporting both incidences." The chief moved to the front door, and then turned to face me. "If I were you, Mrs. McClure, I'd forget about trying to sell that cock-and-bull story of yours and hire a good lawyer. Your business is likely to get slapped with a lawsuit over this. So brace yourself for more bad news: My accident report will probably send your insurance premiums soaring."
A SHORT TIME later, Chief Ciders and his nephew were parting the crowd in front of my store to make way for a grim procession. Along with everyone else, I watched the paramedics carry Dr. Lilly's bagged-up body to the waiting ambu-lance. Her remains would be delivered to the local hospital, where Dr. Rubino was scheduled to perform an autopsy later in the day.
Officer Franzetti lingered behind and, to my surprise, so did Dr. Rubino. "You don't mind if I browse a little, do you?" the doctor asked me. "It's my day off, and I haven't read a good book in awhile."
"Be our guest," Sadie called when I failed to answer.
The doctor nodded then put a hand on my shoulder. "Would you like a prescription, Mrs. McClure?" he said quietly. "I can write one for you, just something to calm your nerves. I'm actually a little worried about your reaction to all of this."
I fixed a level gaze on him. "I'm not in shock, Doctor. And I'm not delusional, either, despite what Chief Ciders thinks."
You tell him, baby.
I swallowed my reply to Jack. I couldn't risk a non sequitur now.
Good idea, doll. The doc's already sized you up for crazy pills. Better not give him cause to send you to a cackle factory.
"A what?" I asked the ghost.
A cackle factory. Don't you have those nowadays?
"Have what exactly?"
A funny farm? Nut house? Mental hospital? Insane asy-
"Okay! I get it!"
The doctor frowned. "Mrs. McClure?"
I blinked. "Yes?"
"Events like this can be very stressful for a person. Perhaps you should take a rest. The chief mentioned that you and your aunt live upstairs. Maybe if you lie down, take a nap for a few hours-"
I shook my head. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. And I have a business to run."
"I understand… well, you do have a very nice store, I must say." He smiled and made a show of glancing around. "I'll just browse a little then. You don't mind?"
I folded my arms. "Be our guest."
While the doctor began browsing the store, Eddie approached me. "You okay, Pen?"
I took a shaky breath, still upset over my clash with Chief Ciders. "Life goes on," I told Eddie. I glanced in Rubino's direction. He was leafing through a frontlist Tess Gerritsen in the New Release section. "Looks like I've already got one customer… and we've got to open the store for the others waiting out there, even if we don't have a guest speaker for our morning event."
"You don't have a place to put a guest speaker, either."
I squeezed my eyes shut, considering the physical state of the Community Events room. It would have to be cleaned before the public could come into the store. But the thought of cleaning up all that blood made me shudder.
"I guess I'd better get started," I said softly. When I tried to walk away, however, Eddie gripped my arm.
"No, Pen, let me do it. It's the least I can do for writing you that littering ticket this morning."
"Oh, Eddie, that's very sweet. But I couldn't ask you-"
"It's Saturday night to me," he said with a shrug. "You have no idea what I see on that highway after the bars close. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"But-"
"Thank you, Eddie," Sadie cut in, stepping up to us. "It's above and beyond the call of duty, and Pen and I appreciate it. Just come with me, and I'll show you where we keep the cleaning supplies so you can get started."
Eddie smiled, squeezed my shoulder, and then followed Sadie into the Community Events room, which led to the restrooms, store room, and supply closet.
When they were gone, I noticed that Dr. Rubino had discovered our Film Noir Festival display near the front window. He appeared to be quite interested in one book in par-ticular, Portraits in Shadow, a coffee-table book written by Hedda Geist- Middleton.
The oversized book of photos featured dramatic black-and-white stills from Hedda's Gotham Features years. The small amount of accompanying text amounted to short anecdotes from Hedda about shooting her movies and working with leading men and directors.
Dr. Rubino looked up suddenly and caught me staring. "This is an older book, isn't it?" he asked.
I nodded. A small New England publisher had released the book about two years before, without any publicity. It sold few copies, according to the publisher's sales rep, who'd confided in Sadie and me that Hedda was lucky they'd kept the book in print. This weekend's film festival was a chance for her to move out their inventory and, with the help of Barry Yello's Web site, maybe even get some national buzz going.
"Hedda Geist herself will be signing these books in the Community Events room, at five o'clock today," I told Rubino.
He smiled. "Hedda mentioned coming to Quindicott for a film festival, but I lost track of the date. I hadn't realized it was this weekend."
"You know Hedda? Personally?" I asked, more than a little surprised.
"Yes, she and her…" Dr. Rubino paused. "Well, the long and short of it is that Hedda is a patient of my Newport practice."
I was about to question him further when the delivery bell rang. "Excuse me, I have to get this."
I unlocked the front door to find Vinny Nardini, our DDS delivery man, standing there in his brown uniform beside several boxes on a dolly.
"Hi-Yo!" Vinny said with a grin. "Opening the store late today, Pen? You and your aunt party too hearty at that Finch Inn last night?"
I frowned down at the boxes. They were marked SAN FERNANDO UNIVERSITY PRESS, and I realized with a shiver that these were the very books Dr. Lilly was supposed to be signing for us at noon. The shipment had finally arrived, safe and sound, and I felt tremendously guilty that I'd failed to keep the book's author that way inside my own store.