The small room we occupied contained only a rectangular table and four uncomfortable metal chairs. I glanced at my watch and noticed we’d been sitting there for several hours. It was almost 9:30 p.m.
“Look,” I said with a forced politeness. “I’ve told you everything I know. Can you please tell me what you know?”
The detective leaned back in his chair, looked down at his notes, and said, “According to the video, this person you call Hector stabbed Paul Hodges in the chest three times, then went looking for the wife. Paul was in bad shape, but managed to get up, grab a knife and go after Hector. Now, according to what Emily Hodges told first responders, Hector entered her bedroom and stabbed her in the leg. She screamed and tried to get away. Next thing she knew, her husband burst into the bedroom with a knife, and stabbed Hector in the throat.”
I paused to consider what he’d said. “So Paul saved her life even though he’d been stabbed three times?”
“Paul’s stab wounds probably wouldn’t have been fatal if he’d stayed put and kept pressure on them. Unfortunately, Paul bled out by the time the paramedics got to him.”
“So, is Emily going to be okay?” I asked.
“She lost a lot of blood, too. I’ll call the hospital shortly. Maybe the ER doc can give me some information about her condition.” The detective referred to his notes again. “As far as this Hector, AKA Julio Medinas goes, he must have arrived at the house on foot. My men are scouring the area to find his vehicle. You mentioned a red pickup truck?”
“Look,” I said. “I’ll give you all the info I have on Hector, but I’d appreciate it if you kept me in the loop on this. Emily is still my client, and I want to help you figure this out.”
The detective leaned back and rubbed his eyes. “Fine, but let me get this straight: you believe Paul hired Hector to poison his wife in order to cash in on her life insurance policy?”
“Correct. But maybe Paul came to his senses and tried to call the whole thing off, which, in turn, could have caused Hector to become enraged.”
Detective James nodded. “I’ll speak with Emily again tomorrow if she’s able. Maybe she’ll remember something. Perhaps she overheard part of the conversation between the men. I have my men look into Paul’s cell phone contacts and credit card transactions. Past that, I’ll be contacting friends, family, and colleagues to try and corroborate your theory. ”
“By the way, Emily told me she was planning to go stay with her parents in Florida. I don’t have their number, but maybe you could look them up and let them know what happened. They’ll be worried if they don’t hear from her soon.”
The detective stood up and hovered over me. “I have your contact information in case I have more questions. I’ll have my assistant make copies of the surveillance footage and any other notes or research you have.”
I nodded, and with nothing more to add, followed him out of the room.
Chapter 21
I woke before seven, just as the sun’s rays flickered through my bedroom curtains. I hadn’t expected to sleep at all. I must have dozed off around midnight, after I talked to Max.
He’d said all the things I’d wanted to hear: I couldn’t have known Hector was violent, it wasn’t my fault Paul was dead, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about any of it.
But deep down I still felt responsible.
I put on a pot of coffee and paced the kitchen, cell phone in hand, until I finally worked up the courage to call Linda.
“Hello?”
“Linda, it’s Sarah.”
“Hey, I was thinking of calling you today,” she said, sounding a little groggy. “I noticed you called last night.”
“Yes, I did. Um, Linda---”
“Look Sarah, I feel bad about the other night. I hope you understand that I’m not mad at you for lying to me. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’m certain Paul is innocent.”
“Um, Linda?”
“What?”
“Something horrible happened last night. I don’t even know how to tell you.”
“Sarah, you’re scaring me. What is it?”
I bit down hard on my lower lip, searching for the right words. “Paul was murdered last night.”
Total silence.
“Linda? You there?”
“Uh … I’m here. But I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“It’s true. I’m so, so sorry.”
For a second, I heard nothing but heavy breathing. Then came the sobbing. “What happened?”
There was no way to candy-coat this one. “He was stabbed three times in the chest during an altercation with the person he’d apparently hired to poison Emily.”
“What? Who … who is that? What are you talking about? I told you, Paul would never do that.”
“We have the murder on video. I was at the police station last night for hours explaining why we were conducting surveillance on Paul.”
“Who was this guy? Did they catch him? Is he in jail?”
“No. He’s dead, too.”
“I … I don’t understand.”
“Paul got to him. He saved Emily’s life.”
“Oh … my God. Emily …where is she? Is she okay?”
“She was stabbed in the leg. She’s at Mercy Hospital.”
“Is … is she gonna survive?”
“I believe so,” I said.
“Why? Why did this happen?”
“Linda, the police are conducting a thorough investigation. I’ve already told them everything I know.”
“This is a nightmare. I think I’m gonna throw up.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. “Speaking of Emily, I’d like to go see her. Do you want to meet me at the hospital?”
“When?”
“Visiting hours start at nine. Is that too early?”
“I’ll cancel my first two appointments,” she said.
“Okay, see you soon.”
Chapter 22
Linda was waiting for me in the lobby, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Her auburn hair was a mess, her make-up blotchy, and her clothing disheveled. She looked up from her cell phone and gave me a faint smile. “Good news. Emily was taken out of the ICU last night.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “So, she’s going to be okay?”
“I guess, at least it looks promising.”
“Those are lovely,” I said, eying the pink blossoms in her hands. “I should probably stop inside of the gift shop and get something, too.”
“These can be from both of us.”
I sensed she was in a hurry to see Emily, so I agreed. “What room is she in?”
“Three-fifteen. We take the elevator up to the third floor and take a left.”
We signed the visitor’s log at the nurse’s station then continued down the corridor to room 315.
A familiar person stood by the closed door, typing on his cell phone. Detective James was wearing dark blue jeans and a zip up sweatshirt. His face was clean-shaven, but the bags under his eyes suggested he’d had a sleepless night.
He looked up and smiled. “Morning ladies,” he said with a hushed voice.
“Have you been in to see Emily?” I asked.
“Yeah. We spoke briefly.”
“How is she?” I asked.
“Doctor says she’s good to go home today.” He smiled at Linda and extended a hand. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Detective Ron James.”
She took his hand. “Linda Barrett.”
“Linda, I know you’re anxious to see Emily, but I was hoping to ask you a few questions.”
Linda’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh? Why?”
“I understand Paul was a close friend of yours.”
“Yes, but ...”
“And you were also his therapist, correct?”
“That was years ago.”
“Great. I look forward to talking with you. Can you please meet me down in the cafeteria after your visit?”
Linda looked at me then back at him. “Um, okay.�
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The detective continued down the corridor towards the elevators.
Linda turned to watch him walk away. “That man is rather pushy, isn’t he?”
“He’s just doing his job,” I said.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t expect me to cut my visit short.”
“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t.”
I knocked lightly on the door, and heard a faint voice say “Come in.”
Emily was sitting up in the bed, the tubes of an IV unit taped to her hand. Her hollowed cheeks and sallow skin had a translucent quality, as if her flesh were made of rice paper. A weak smile creased her face.
Linda tossed the bouquet on the table and rushed over to the bed, throwing her arms around Emily. No words were spoken; only faint sobs and sniffles.
I stood by the door and watched. My throat swelled as tears welled in my eyes.
When Linda finally let go of Emily, they both looked up and beckoned me to join them.
“I don’t even know what to say, Emily. I’m truly, truly sorry.”
She took a moment to wipe her face and adjust her blankets. “I … I hope you don’t take any blame for what happened last night,” she said. “Detective James told me how worried you were. He … he said you’ve been a big help to their investigation.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand.”
Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, they were about to spill with fresh tears. “My … husband. He saved my life. Paul protected me from that … that monster.”
“Hector?”
Emily looked down at her hands. “You were right. You tried to warn me about him, didn’t you?”
“Did Detective James tell you about him? His past?”
She nodded. “He was always so polite. I never would have imagined he could do something so horrible. Why did he have to kill my husband? It doesn’t make any sense.”
I didn’t have an answer. “Have you called your parents?” I asked.
Emily shook her head. “Not yet. I’ll call them later today. They weren’t expecting me until tomorrow, anyway.”
Linda brushed the hair from Emily’s forehead. “How’s your leg, honey?”
Emily patted the blankets covering her left leg. “Can’t feel a thing right now. I’m sure once the numbness wears off it won’t be pleasant. The doctor told me ... had the stab wound been an inch higher, it would have severed my femoral artery.”
“You were very lucky,” I said.
“Lucky?” She laughed as if that were the understatement of the year.
Linda leaned in closer to her friend. “Em, come stay with me at my house. I have plenty of room. I’ll take care of you. What do you say?”
Emily’s lower lip quivered. “Really?”
“Unless you’d rather go to Florida to stay with your parents.”
“I hate Florida. I’d much rather stay with you. Are … are you sure?”
Linda patted Emily’s hand. “Absolutely.”
Emily smiled as tears spilled down her cheeks.
She reminded me of a small child; vulnerable and trusting. Her world had been turned upside down, and she seemed truly grateful for Linda’s offer.
“Why don’t I let you two hammer out the details,” I said, getting to my feet. “I’m going down to the cafeteria to talk to Detective James. I could use some coffee.”
Emily grabbed my hand. “I want you to know how much I appreciate all your help, Sarah. I still owe you.”
“That should be the least of your concerns,” I said. “I just wish things had turned out differently.”
I found Detective James sitting at a table, reading something on his cell phone, a Styrofoam cup in one hand. He looked up and invited me to join him.
I pulled out a chair. “Was Emily able to tell you anything more about last night?”
“Not really,” he said, setting his phone aside. “But maybe something will occur to her once the shock wears off. However, we did find Hector’s red pickup.”
“Where was it?”
“Parked half a mile away from the Hodges’s home, at a Seven Eleven. We had it towed to the impound yard. We didn’t find a cell phone, but there was a Greyhound bus ticket to Lansing tucked inside the glove box.”
“Michigan?”
“Yeah, scheduled to leave last night at ten from Boston’s South Station. The ticket was purchased online yesterday morning with a credit card … Paul Hodges’s credit card.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “It appears as though Paul wanted Hector to get out of town.”
“I have a call in to the manager of the halfway house where Julio, aka Hector lived. I spoke with a few of his roommates before I came here. They all basically said the same thing: Hector was a rough character. But, according to them, he never spoke of the Hodges or his plans to leave town.”
I remained quiet, staring at my hands.
Detective James leaned towards me. “Sarah. You look tired. Why don’t you head home?”
“I’m waiting for Linda.”
“Actually, I’d like to talk to Linda alone.”
“Why?”
“She was Paul’s therapist and close friend. I want her perspective on Paul’s emotional state in the weeks before his death.”
I nodded. “Just so you know, Linda probably won’t be much help. She believes Paul is innocent in all of this.”
“Why? Does she think someone else could have conspired to poison Emily?”
“She hasn’t mentioned anyone to me.”
“What about you? It seems like you’ve gotten to know Emily quite well over the past few days. Do you think there’s someone else involved?”
I shrugged. “Emily hasn’t spoken of anyone she’s at odds with, except for her brother.”
“Her brother?”
“Yeah. They’ve never been on great terms. She shut him out of her life completely. She hasn’t been forthcoming as to why, but there is bad blood there for sure.”
“You haven’t spoken to him?” he asked.
“No. I don’t even know where he lives. I don’t think Emily does either.”
“What would he have to gain by hiring someone to poison his sister?”
“Good question,” I said. “But good luck getting Emily to talk about him. If you happen to track him down, I’d really like to meet him.”
Detective James nodded. “Okay, fair enough.”
“Well, Linda will probably be down soon,” I said, getting to my feet. “If you don’t mind, please tell her I went home. She can call me later if she wants.
* * *
It was almost noon by the time I got back from the hospital. I collapsed on the couch, exhausted from the emotional drain associated with Paul’s death. I was about to fall asleep when I remembered a commitment I needed to keep.
Bernese Mountain dogs are lovable, loyal, and as big as a small horse. Chester was no exception. He accosted me with a face-full of kisses before I had a chance to get in the apartment. I took a few minutes to run my fingers through his brown fur. He seemed so content. It served to remind me of the importance of relishing small joys in life.
“Wanna go for a walk?” I said as I grabbed his leash, knowing full well it was he that would be taking me for a walk.
He responded by running in a quick circle, tail wagging.
We strolled through the neighborhood until he found a spot to do his business. As soon as we got underway again, my cell phone chirped in my pocket.
It was Linda.
“Sarah, why did you leave the hospital?” she asked without bothering to say hello.
“I was no longer needed,” I replied. “How did your talk go with the detective? Did he ask about Paul’s therapy sessions?”
“I told him he’d need a warrant for that information. He didn’t seem pleased with me.”
“Is he going to pursue it?”
“I don’t think so. I get the feeling he’s already made up his mind that Pau
l conspired to kill his wife,” she said.
“All the evidence points to that.”
“I know, but …it’s still too hard for me to imagine.”
“Where are you now?” I asked.
“Fixing up the guest room. I’m going back to the hospital around three to pick Emily up.”
“You’re a good friend,” I said. “She’s lucky to have you.”
“I’m going to cancel all my appointments for the next week. I’m sure Emily will need help with Paul’s funeral arrangements. I’m not sure what she’ll do with her house. She told me she never wants to go back there.”
“Call me if you need any help,” I said.
“Thanks. Well, guess I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay. I appreciate the update, Linda.”
Chapter 23
“Have you told Max what you’re planning to do tonight?” Carter asked as I got into his car.
“He’s busy. I’ll tell him when he gets home.”
“Are you sure Gavin is working tonight?”
“I called the bar to make sure he was there.”
“You seem pretty confident you can pull this off. What makes you so sure Gavin will fall victim to your charms?”
“Are your eyes so bad that you can’t see this dress I’m wearing?”
Carter chuckled, shaking his head. “Where did you get that outfit, Sluts-R-Us?
I pulled the hem down, already feeling self-conscious. “I picked it up at Goodwill for five bucks. I think it was actually meant to be a tunic instead of a mini-dress.”
Carter still had the car in park. His gaze drifted out the windshield as he pinched his bottom lip.
“Relax, Carter,” I said, “I can handle this. All I need to do is get Gavin talking. As soon as he does, I’ll skip out of his house. And if he tries to get pushy, I’ve got pepper spray.”
“Where’s Danielle tonight? Are you sure she’s not going to interfere?” he asked.
“Dylan told me not to worry about her.”
“Speaking of Dylan, I’d like to give that a guy a piece of my mind for making you do this.”
“He’s not a bad guy. He’s just desperate. And I want to do this.”
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