Motherhood Is Murder Part 2

Hmmm. A cruise did sound a little more enticing than a playdate.

What would I wear?

Margaret dug a card out of her purse and handed it to me. It read Roo & You-President Roo & You-President and had a little graphic of a kangaroo with a baby in its pouch. 'You should come along and check out our group,' she said. and had a little graphic of a kangaroo with a baby in its pouch. 'You should come along and check out our group,' she said.

'It sounds like fun,' I replied.

Helene poked Margaret. 'We need to go. Marcus is probably hungry by now.'

Margaret smiled at me. 'He's six months old and I'm vetting a new nanny. Unfortunately, someone stole the one I used with my two-year-old.'

A nanny. Must be nice.

Helene chomped on the gum. 'This stuff doesn't work. I still want a cigarette.'

'You should try those patches.' Margaret said, linking her arm through Helene's. She turned to me. 'Call or e-mail me. I'll save you two tickets for the cruise.'

The boat swayed, the motion brought my mind back to the present.

I still needed to call Mom. How could I find a network? I extended my arm and did a ridiculous dance trying to coax more than two bars out of the phone.

I quickly dialed home. All I could see in my mind's eye was Laurie's pretty round face with her rosy cheeks and toothless grin. Thank G.o.d I'd pumped before leaving the house this evening. I only hoped they wouldn't keep us here too much longer. I was missing Laurie like crazy.

I twisted and suddenly saw full bars. Mom answered on the third ring.

'How's Lemon Drop?' I asked.

Samba music blared in the background, then suddenly stopped.

'She fine, dear. Sleeping.'

'What are you listening to?'

'Ricky Martin.'

'Laurie is sleeping through Ricky Martin?'

'Yes, well, she's really still too young to enjoy the finer things in life.'

I filled Mom in on the developments.

She gasped. 'Don't worry about Laurie and me, we're fine. Just take care of whatever you need to. We'll be here.'

What would I do without Mom?

As I was about to thank her and hang up, I heard a male voice in the background. 'Who's that?'

'Oh! That's Hank. He came over to keep me company.' > After nearly fifteen years of being single, Mom had recently started dating again. Hank was the man who'd brought her out of hiding.

'What are you, a teenager? You have some guy over as soon as the adults are out of the house?'

Mom laughed. 'I needed somebody to samba with and Laurie just wasn't cooperating.'

From the main staircase four police officers in uniform descended. They wore solemn expressions and walked in lockstep.

'I gotta go,' I said to Mom and hung up.

I returned to our table, where Jim and my, no doubt, cold coffee were waiting.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, the officers dispersed. Each one approached a different table, the divide and conquer method.

The officer that came to our table was Asian-American. He had a strong compact build and a smooth complexion. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the tabletop, and cleared his throat. 'Evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Officer Lee. Sorry about the delay. The captain wants to dock as soon as possible, but before we can let you all go-I need to get a statement from each of you and some contact information.'

'How's Helene?' Margaret asked.

Officer Lee focused on Margaret and sized her up, nodding to himself several times. 'The medical staff is with her now.'

Medical staff?

He meant the medical examiner, I was sure of it. But I supposed SFPD had a reason for not disclosing that. I hadn't had an opportunity to mention to anyone that I had b.u.mped into the ME. Now, I felt certain I should keep it to myself.

Except, of course, for Jim.

Reflexively my hand reached out to touch Jim's leg. He placed his hand over mine and gave it a rea.s.suring squeeze.

Officer Lee straightened and pulled out a notebook from his breast pocket. 'I'd like to begin with you,' he said to Margaret. 'Please follow me.'

Margaret gave the napkin in her lap one final wring, then stood up. Her tutu sprang to attention.

Officer Lee seemed momentarily dazed by Margaret's attire. He gathered himself enough to mumble, 'If everyone can please get their identification cards or driver's licenses ready, it'll make this whole process go much smoother.'

Margaret followed Lee toward the lounge area, where they carved out a private s.p.a.ce to speak. The rest of us at the table exchanged sympathetic looks and began to gather up purses and wallets to prove our ident.i.ty.

Evelyn craned to look out the starboard windows. 'Where's the hospital boat? Why aren't they shuttling her off the boat?'

'Maybe she's not hurt all that bad,' Sara offered.

'Then why are the police here?' Evelyn shrieked.

Evelyn's husband put his hand on her shoulder. Evelyn sat up straighter and pushed her belly out.

Sara gave Evelyn the evil eye. 'How should I know why the police are here? Maybe all this has something to do with you!'

'Me!' Evelyn said, pressing her hand to her heart.

Sara's husband, Howard, looked stunned. 'Sara!' He took hold of her arm.

She shrugged him off. 'Why did you even come on this cruise?' she said to Evelyn. 'You aren't a member of Roo & You anymore. I'm sure Helene made that clear to you!'

Evelyn's face flushed bright red. A lock of blond hair slipped from her barrette and fell across her face; she fiercely brushed it aside, then jutted her finger out at Sara. 'I saw you and Helene arguing at the top of the stairs. I saw you. I saw you fighting!'

Indignation crossed Sara's face, but before she could reply, her husband noisily pushed his chair back from the table and stood. 'Come on. We don't need to sit here and listen to this.'

Sara seemed torn. She looked as though she wanted to stay and fight with Evelyn, but couldn't find the courage to stand up to her husband.

She pressed her lips together as her husband grabbed her arm. She stood and glared at Evelyn, then walked with him to the lounge area.

Evelyn's husband, Fred, patted her arm. 'Honey, don't upset yourself or the baby.'

Evelyn huffed an inaudible response.

Our table fell into silence.

A fight?

I remembered Sara, Miss No-Nonsense, in the bathroom and how disheveled she looked. Why had her dress been wet?

I imagined Helene throwing a drink at her and Sara pus.h.i.+ng Helene down the stairs.

No.

Too dramatic.

Jim leaned close to me and whispered, 'I didn't know we'd get to see fireworks on this cruise.'

I elbowed him.

'And we didn't even have to pay extra!' he continued.

One agency or other was always advertising firework displays on the San Francis...o...b..y, whether it was after a ball game or during a dinner cruise. Usually there was an extra charge at those events.

I shook my head at him, conjuring visions of the medical examiner hovering over a pasty Helene.

Poor thing!

Fred leaned in toward Evelyn. 'What did she mean, you aren't a member of Roo & You?'

Evelyn flicked her hand about as though to distract us or at the very least indicate to her husband to move off the topic. 'I saw Helene and Sara bickering at the top of the staircase that Helene fell down.'

'Over what?' Fred asked.

Margaret and Officer Lee approached our table. Evelyn fanned her hand at Fred, silencing him.

Margaret reached her chair and seated herself, tucking in her tutu around her. Lee scanned the room. I followed his gaze, which settled on Sara and Howard arguing in a corner of the lounge. I turned back to face Officer Lee, only to see him leave our table and head toward Sara.

Margaret's lipstick had faded to nothing and her eyes looked drawn. I glanced at my watch. It was well past midnight now and I was feeling sapped. With Margaret's return, the table had fallen into silence and I longed to be alone with Jim.

Jim wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 'Are you cold, honey? You want me to get you some hot coffee?'

I perked up. 'I'll go with you.'

We stood to leave and ended up taking orders from our table for hot teas and coffees. As we made our way to the bar, I noticed that several pa.s.sengers were speaking with officers at strategic locations throughout the dining and lounge area. One silver-haired woman was speaking animatedly with a female officer. She was gesticulating wildly while the officer scribbled notes on a notepad.

I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but Jim was walking too fast. At six foot two, Jim has serious long legs, so they don't even have to be moving all that fast to leave me in the dust. I pulled at his arm to slow him down.

He stopped walking and smiled at me. 'Sorry, honey.' He kissed me. 'It's terrible about your friend. I hope she's okay.'

'She's not. When I called Mom, I b.u.mped into Nick Dowling,' I said.

Jim's eyes narrowed. 'Isn't he the coroner?'

'Medical examiner, yeah.'

Jim paled. 'Does his being here mean Helene is-'

'Dead,' I whispered.

'Does anyone else know?' Jim asked.

I shrugged. 'Well, I suppose the cops do and I'm sure Margaret's podiatrist husband knows. Right? I mean even though he's-'

'Okay, okay. I know a podiatrist can be a doctor. I meant, do you think anyone at our table knows?'

'I think they all know a podiatrist can be a doctor.'

Jim shook his head at my bad joke. 'Do they know about Helene?'

'I don't think so.'

'Well, don't say anything, all right? It looks bad that the ME is here, but we don't know anything for sure, right? So let's not say anything and get anyone more upset than they already are.'

I nodded in agreement. We reached the bar and placed our order. Officer Lee appeared next to me.

'Mrs. Connolly, I'd like to have a word with you next.'

CHAPTER THREE.

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