"Yes, I do," Ms. Bunting said:
"The missing golf club was found by a well-known Dumpster diver two blocks from your hotel and pawned. There was blood in the grooves on the flat head matching Dennis Roth's DNA."
Ms. Bunting closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Go on."
Twenty-six
I hardly know how to put this in the right order," Mel admitted. "There are a number of confirmations. The Dumpster diver knew what day he found the club and pawned it the day after the janitor was struck. There was a bellman at your hotel the same day who saw your husband walk out with a golf club in his hand and return shortly later without it. The only reason he remembered this is because it was his last day before a short vacation, from which he returned today."
"Anything more?"
"Yes. Sven Turner, the college janitor who was attacked, has recovered his memory. Due only to his sister's determination," Mel said, looking at Jane for a moment. "He was in the audience tonight in a wheelchair in the aisle closest to the stage and clearly remembered that your husband's distinctive voice is,one of the two he overheard just before Denny was murdered."
He went on, glancing at his notes. "In addition,we've seized the recent records of the pharmacy his old friend owns. There's a prescription that was given your husband for the same sleeping pills that were found in Dennis Roth's blood system. The doctor's name was forged by your husband's friend. He's going to be in trouble, too."
Ms. Bunting was quiet for a few minutes, and finally said, "I'm forced to believe you, but I have no idea why John would have done this. He's not a moral man, I've known that for years. But murder? Why would he murder a perfectly innocent stranger?"
As Ms. Bunting spoke, Jane rose and went to sit next to her.
Mel said, "In Denny's wallet, there was a safety-deposit box key, which was unfortunately overlooked by my staff, but found by his adoptive parents. In the box at the bank was Denny's original birth certificate and a copy of it with your husband's fingerprints on it." Mel paused for a long breath before saying, "The birth certificate named his birth parents, Susan Thayer and John Bunting."
Ms. Bunting drew a sharp breath. "Susan Thayer? I know that name. We did a play here in Chicago about twenty years ago. She had a small role in it. She was not a nice young woman. I remember, too, that John claimed he was spending a lot of time with all his old school friends. I sup‑
pose now that was just one of his many lies. He must have been with her."
Gloria Bunting finally broke down. Her voice was clogged with horror and tears poured down her face. "It can't be John. There must be other people with the same name."
"A blood sample will be taken as soon as your husband is booked. Of course, you could be right. However, there was also two thousand dollars in the box. Your husband's fingerprints were on the first and last bill in the stack, and so were the fingerprints of his pharmacist friend. The pharmacist admits to lending the money to him because your husband told him he was being blackmailed by an illegitimate son."
The woman officer offered Ms. Bunting a tissue again. Gloria took it this time and dabbed away the tears and blew her nose. "Thank you, miss. Detective VanDyne, I hope you're wrong. But I know in my heart that you're right."
She turned to Jane and threw herself into Jane's arms.
Jane was sniffling as well. "Ms. Bunting, I wish there were some way to help you."
A long moment went by, and Gloria Bunting mumbled into the collar of Jane's blouse, "You girls find out who is the best divorce attorney in town and make me an appointment for Monday morning."
She straightened up and the officer handed heranother tissue. Ms. Bunting's nose and eyes were red, but she was back in control. "Detective Van-Dyne, I have our only checkbook in my purse. I'm not making bail. Tell John that. I'm not paying his legal fees either. He's going to have to try to get those from his golfing pals."
Shelley said, "We'll take you back to the hotel, Ms. Bunting, and stay as long as you want us to."
Mel said, "That's a nice thought, Mrs. Nowack, but Officer Tanner here is prepared to take you to the hotel, if you like."
Ms. Bunting said, "I'll accept that offer, thank you, Detective VanDyne. I don't want to impose more than I have to on Jane and Shelley."
"What about the play?" Shelley suddenly said in spite of herself. "Oh, what a trivial thing to ask. I'm sorry," she said.
"It will go on," Mel said. "I warned Professor Imry in advance what was going to happen and swore him to secrecy. The young man who plays the elderly butler will take over Mr. Bunting's role. And someone else will fill in as the butler, which is a minor part of the play without many lines to learn. Of course, you won't be expected to perform on Monday night—" Mel started to say to Ms. Bunting but was cut off.
"An actor never abandons a commitment to a role he or she has agreed to do. Unless, of course, they're in jail. I'll finish my obligation. Officer Tanner, I'll just get my purse and come with you."
When Ms. Bunting and Officer Tanner had gone, Mel said, "I'm sorry to have subjected you two to this. But I knew she would need friends present. More than ever before in her life. And you've been good friends to her."
"We'll continue to be as long as she needs us," Shelley said, and Jane nodded agreement.
Mel got up and said, "It's time for all of us to go home. I have more to tell you, but not tonight. We'll talk again tomorrow — I might have to make a hard decision eventually, and I'd like your advice."
"What decision?"
"That rests on a DNA match with Bunting and Denny. Which I'm quite certain there will be. But I'll tell you more tomorrow."
It wasn't until late afternoon Saturday that Mel had the free time to talk to Jane and Shelley.
"The DNA tests won't be in for a while, but it seems that even Ms. Bunting realizes that the other evidence is enough to get a conviction. She's really a tough old lady, isn't she?" Mel said.
Jane, Shelley, and Mel were sitting outside at Starbucks again. It was overcast and a little windy, and nobody else was nearby.
"She is," Jane agreed. "We've already asked Bitsy Burnside who her divorce attorney was. He took her husband to the cleaners. We've given her two other names as well if she doesn't like him."
"I still have a problem to deal with and need your advice," Mel said. "It's Denny's parents. The ones who raised him."
"What kind of problem?" Shelley asked.
"Both of them have told me they never wanted to know who his biological parents were and still don't want to know. So how do I tell them whom I've arrested? And that their beloved son had his original birth certificate and was blackmailing his biological father without telling them who the father was?"
Jane and Shelley looked at each other, and Jane said, "You probably wouldn't have to give them the name, but you would have to tell them the motive, wouldn't you?"
Shelley said, "Maybe they wouldn't believe it." Mel said, "That's a lot of help."
"Mel," Jane said, "you're going to have to wait for the DNA results anyway to be sure. Then contact them and sort of feel your way through the conversation. They deserve to know the truth, but may not want to. Let them ask what they want to know."
On the way home, Shelley said, "I'm wondering about something I think is too bizarre to even mention to anyone but you."
"I love your most bizarre ideas. Shoot."
"Okay. Since John Bunting got the forged prescription from his old druggist friend, what else might he have gotten under the table years ago?"
Jane thought for a moment. "Something to create a miscarriage? Or even three of them? Jeepers, Shelley. My grandmother told me there used to be a woman in town who grew rue plants to give girls who were 'in trouble' to get rid of unwanted pregnancies. She said that some part of the plant, crushed up, could do that."
"Which part?"
"I don't know. She didn't go that far. Maybe the flowers, or the leaves or the roots. Or it could just be an old wives' tale."
Shelley
actually slowed down the minivan and pulled into a parking lot and came to a full stop. "Should we tell Ms. Bunting this?"
"No. She's as smart as we are. And if the miscarriages happened when they were in or near Chicago, instead of Europe, when she did carry to full term, she's capable of figuring this out herself. Especially since she knows what her husband and his druggist friend did recently. She knows how to use the Internet; she could figure this out. In fact, I was looking up herbs once, and think I ran across a warning about rue regarding the various dangers of it. Something about mucous membranes."
"I can't believe we're sitting here in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart talking about mucous membranes," Shelley said with a shudder. "So we won't mention this to her. Unless she wavers about the divorce.""Shelley, she's never going to waver on that."
They attended the play one last time on Monday. With the changed ending and with Bill Denk doing a magnificent job of playing the role John Bunting had previously held, it had turned into a better play.
Ms. Bunting was just as good, if not better than she had been in the first performance. They went backstage to visit with her and compliment her performance, which again had been greeted with a standing ovation.
"You did good!" Jane said, giving Ms. Bunting a hug. "Would you like to go out to a late supper with us?"
"I'd love it. I'll even pay for both of you. I'm so pleased with the lawyer you recommended. The papers were delivered to the jail the same day. Give me ten minutes to get out of this dress and makeup. I'll meet you in the lobby."
After they'd ordered their drinks and meal at the restaurant they'd taken her to before, Shelley said, "I hope this isn't tactless, but are you going to the needlepoint class tomorrow morning? We can pick you up if you like."
"Of course I'm going. That's sweet of you to ask." Ms. Bunting was cheerful. "I should have divorced him decades ago. I feel so darned independent knowing my life is now entirely in my own hands. I can take any role I want to. I can needlepoint. I can spend time with my grandchil‑
dren whenever I like. And the first thing I'm doing is selling our house in Connecticut and purchasing one here. The second thing is getting a better laptop and a fast line. In fact, I was online and looking up things on the Internet yesterday about miscarriages since I learned about John and that horrible druggist friend of his, and you wouldn't believe what I learned. There's this common herb called rue…"
Epilogue
Gloria Bunting sold her house in Connecticut and purchased a three-bedroom condo in Chicago that had views of Lake Michigan from the living room, her bedroom, and the largest guest room.
As soon as the news of John Bunting's incarceration for murder hit the newspapers and magazines, Ms. Bunting's agent was inundated with queries. Within a year, she'd been a guest star in two highly popular television shows and had three scripts she was considering for Broadway productions. She later learned from several good sources that her ex-husband had been telling everyone in the theater or film business that she wouldn't take any role unless there was a good role for him.
John Bunting was found guilty of murder and received a twenty-year sentence. But even though he was no longer allowed to drink alcohol, he died of liver disease six months after he entered prison.
The pharmacist who'd forged the prescription for the drugs John Bunting used to disable Denny before killing him went to jail for a year for forgery and accessory to murder. When he was released, his family put him in a nursing home.
The Roths, without wasting money to hire an attorney, filed several lawsuits against the Chicago Police Department, Detective Mel Van-Dyne, and the college that sponsored the play. All were thrown out of court.
Professor Imry didn't get funding for his next script, so he went to a small college in New Jersey and spent his free time reading Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Raymond Chandler, and John Dickson Carr. He produced two plays and then was sued for plagiarism. He gave up teaching and writing and educated himself about gardening. He set up an "exotic and unusual" vegetable stall next to a mall in Kansas City and is happy making a modest living.
Bill Denk, who played the butler in Imry's play, and then John Bunting's role, was seen in the production by an important local agent who provided actors for commercials. Since Bill, who was actually young, could play almost any age, he made a good living plugging denture paste, Viagra, and newly opened condominiums. He's now moved up to national advertising for hardware chains, resort chains, and luxury cruises.
Sven Turner has recovered slowly but completely. He's gone back to working for the college as a janitor and gambling on the weekends. So far, the IRS hasn't taken any notice of him.
Hilda Turner created a trust with her share of their wealth to fund medical research for children with diabetes. She oversees the trust, which has gained plaudits in the medical field.
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