Salvation In Death Part 21

The foyer was short and wide, narrowing to a hallway Eve noted bisected the house. Merna stood, puffy-eyed, in her calf-skimming dark skirt and blue blouse. Her short hair curled around a face that showed no signs of enhancements.

Wouldn't have been Jenkins's type, Eve thought.

"We were told Mr. Crocker was here," Eve began. "We'd like to speak with him."

"Oh. Yes, he's here. He's back with Jolene and some of the family. We're ... I t's such a hard day."

"We'll try not to make it any harder."

"Yes, of course. I f you'd just wait here a moment."

She walked down the hall, knocked on a door. When it opened, she spoke in a voice so quiet it didn't carry. But Eve heard Jolene's voice spike up inside the room.

"The police? Do they know what happened to my Jimmy? Do they-"

She came out fast, pus.h.i.+ng her way through. She wore a long pink robe, and her hair bounced like tangled springs on her shoulders. Both her feet and face were bare, and Eve had a moment to think how much prettier she was without the layers of glop she painted on.

"Jimmy Jay." She gripped Eve's arms, long, pink nails biting in, as several people poured out of the room, into the hall. "You're here about Jimmy Jay. You found out what happened."

"Yes, ma'am, we did."

"I t was his heart, wasn't it?" The words. .h.i.tched on sobs. "That's what I 've been telling everybody. His heart, it was just so big, so big and so full. I t just gave out, that's all. I t gave out, and G.o.d called him home."There was a plea on her face, a terrible need in her eyes.

What was worse than telling someone their loved one was dead? Eve thought. Telling them their loved one was murdered.

"No, I 'm sorry. Mr. Jenkins died of cyanide poisoning."

Her eyes rolled back. Even as the small army of people rushed forward, Eve caught her, held her upright. And Jolene's eyes blinked, went clear.

Went cold. She slapped back at the hands reaching for her, kept those cold, clear eyes on Eve.

She went from zero to sixty, Eve thought. From fragile matron to avenger.

"You stand here, and you look me in the face, and tell me you know-absolutely, without a single doubt-that someone poisoned my husband. You look me in the eye and tell me that's G.o.d's own truth. Can you do that?"

"Yes. Someone poisoned your husband."

Around them, family broke into sobs, into calls for Mama, or Mama Jo. When they pressed in, reached for her, Jolene spun around.

"Y'all hus.h.!.+ You hush now, every one of you."

The noise shut off as if she'd slapped a switch. When she turned back to Eve and her lips trembled, she firmed them. When her eyes filled, she blinked back the tears. "How do you know, without a single doubt."

"I t's my job to know. I 've just spoken to the medical examiner-the Chief Medical Examiner of this city, ma'am-and the cause of death is confirmed. Lab results will confirm that the cyanide was added to his stage water. Unless you can stand here, look me in the face, and tell me you have any reason to believe your husband killed himself by cyanide poisoning, then I 'm telling you he was murdered."

"He would never have taken his own life. Life is a gift from G.o.d. He would never have left me, his family, his church by his own hand."

She stepped back, drew herself up. All trace of the cotton candy fluff vanished. "You find who did this. You find who took that gift from G.o.d away from my husband, from the father of my children. You do your job."

"I will."

"Luke."

"Mama Jo." One of the men came forward, put his arm around her, gently.

"You're head of the family now. I expect you to do whatever needs to be done."

"You know I will. Let Jackie take you upstairs now, Mama Jo. You go on upstairs and get a little rest. We'll make sure everything's done the way Jimmy Jay would have wanted. The way you want. I promise you."

She nodded, rubbed his shoulder. "Thank you for coming to tell me, Lieutenant. I want to go upstairs now."

"Come on with me, Mama." The daughter, Jackie, enfolded her mother, led her to the stairs. Jolene stopped, looked back.

"Billy, you help guide them now, like you guided their daddy."

"I will. Don't worry, Jolene. I don't want you to worry." His face was a study of misery as he watched her climb the stairs.

"Lieutenant, I 'm Luke Goodwin-Jackie's husband." Though he offered a firm handshake, his eyes showed a dragging fatigue. "I wonder if you could tell me, ah, when we might be able to take my father-in-law home. We're making arrangements for his lying-in-state and memorial, his burial.

We want to get the family home as soon as we can."

"I hope it won't be much longer. I 'll have someone contact you directly when we're cleared."

"Excuse me." Another man nudged forward. Not quite as tall as the first, he had sharp cheekbones and a mouth set in hard lines. "Unless my mother-in-law is a suspect, I 'm going to insist she be allowed to return home. She's given her statement, and you have no legal reason to detain her."

"And you are?"

"Samuel Wright, Jimmy Jay's son-in-law. I 'm a lawyer."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed. I 'm not detaining Mrs. Jenkins, but am requesting she, and anyone involved in last night's production, remain in New York and available while this investigation is ongoing. And I didn't hear Mrs. Jenkins request permission to return to her home residence."

"We're making arrangements for that. She needs to-"

"Then she can talk to me about it herself. In the meantime, I have some follow-up questions. I 'd like to speak with you, Mr. Crocker."

"Yes, of course. Could we make an appointment?" He actually reached for his memo book. "We still have so much to do-arrangements, andcancellations."

"I t won't take long. And it should be now."

"But-"

"Unless Billy's a suspect," the lawyer began.

"Let's make this easy then. You're all suspects. As far as I can ascertain, every one of you, along with the other members onstage, and behind it, had the opportunity to lace the water with cyanide. Means? Cyanide's not something you pick up at the local pharmacy, but it's easy to obtain through black and gray markets. Motive-lots and lots of money."

"That's both insulting and inappropriate."

"Sue me. Meanwhile, I can follow up with Mr. Crocker here, or we can go downtown."

"That's not necessary, of course that's not necessary. Sam." Billy tapped a calming hand on Sam's arm. "We all want to do whatever we can to help the police."

"You're not talking to her without me being present as your representative."

"Works for me," Eve said cheerfully. "Want to do this here in the hall?"

"Let's just take a moment." Luke lifted his hands. Though his voice was soft, Eve recognized the command under it. "We're all on edge. Lieutenant, would you and the other officer like to use the parlor? Could we get you anything? T ea? Water?" He stopped, shut his eyes a moment. "Will I ever be able to pour a gla.s.s of water again and not think of it?"

"The parlor's fine," Peabody told him. "We don't need anything, thanks."

"There's an office on the second floor. I 'll be working there, if you need me for anything. Billy, Sam, I 'll continue with the arrangements until you're done. Lieutenant." Luke offered his hand again. "Mama Jo has put her faith in you. So will I ."

Not just head of the family, Eve thought as he left them. She'd lay odds she'd just shaken hands with the new head of the Church of Eternal Light.

Furniture, statuary, memorabilia, and photographs fought for position in a parlor of deep colors. Privacy screens s.h.i.+elded the window that afforded twin shafts of morning light.

A number of cups, gla.s.ses, and memo cubes scattered over tables.

"Please excuse the mess," Billy began. "We'd been making plans and arrangements, discussing the memorial when you arrived." He cleared his throat. "The media hasn't as yet learned the address or the direct number for this house. We hope to keep it that way."

"They won't get it from me, or any member of my investigative team."

"Reporters have managed to unearth my 'link number. I haven't given any comments. I thought that best, for now. But I will have to make a statement.

Or rather, Luke will. Very soon. As soon as possible."

"I f Mr. Goodwin wants or requires any cleared data from my department for a statement, I 'll be happy to discuss it with him. Meanwhile." Eve took out her recorder. "Since your representative wants to keep this formal, I 'm informing you that I 'm recording this interview. You have the right to remain silent."

As she recited the Revised Miranda, Billy lost another two tones of color.

"Is that necessary?"

"I t's for your protection, as your representative will tell you."

"I t's best, Billy. I t's best if we keep everything to the letter of the law."

"Do you understand your rights kd y ofand obligations in this matter, Mr. Crocker?"

His hand fussed with the knot of his tie. "Yes, of course."

"And you have chosen Samuel Wright, also present, as your representative during this interview?"

"Yes."

"Very well. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, Peabody, Detective Delia, in interview with Crocker, Billy, regarding the investigation into the murder of one Jimmy Jay Jenkins. Mr. Crocker, we have the statement you gave to me last night, at the scene, on record. Is there anything you wish to change regarding same at this time?"

"No. Nothing I can think of."

"You stated that you saw the victim approximately five minutes before his stage entrance, in his dressing room.""Yes. I gave him his five-minute cue, then we spoke for a moment. I walked with him to the wings, stage right."

"What was his mood?"

"He was very energized."

Eve smiled at the term. "At the time you walked with him to the wings, the table and the bottles of water were already onstage?"

"Yes. As always. Behind the drop. At the cue, the curtain comes up, the singers exit-stage right, and Jimmy Jay and Jolene enter from stage right and left, respectively."

"Josie Jenkins Carter has confirmed that she placed the water bottles onstage. That she opened them, and replaced about an ounce of spring water in each with vodka."

"That has nothing to do with this interview," Samuel interrupted, with some heat. "And if you think you can insinuate that Josie had anything to do with what happened-"

"Are you also legal rep for your sister-in-law?"

His jaw tightened. "I f need be."

"Fine, I 'll let you know if need be and if I require a follow-up with Mrs. Carter. You were aware, were you not, Mr. Crocker, that alcoholic additives were routinely used in the victim's stage water?"

"Yes." Billy sighed. "Lieutenant, as that isn't what killed him, I don't want to see that made public."

"You also stated you were busy during the opening performance by the singers, checking details. You'd have been traveling behind that drop, from one wing to the other, correct?"

"At various points in time, yes."

"And did you see anyone approach the water bottles, see anyone out of place, see anyone behaving in a nervous or suspicious manner?"

"I 'm sorry, no. The singers and musicians were onstage. Others were in their dressing rooms, some in the little canteen. I do think I saw Merna there, briefly, with some of the children. T echs would have been moving about, but for the most part, at least in th kat Meose last few minutes, everyone should have been in place. No one should have been behind the drop. I didn't see anyone there."

"Okay. As manager, did you keep Mr. Jenkins's schedule? Arrange his appointments."

"Yes, those were my duties."

"You'd have his 'link numbers, be able to reach him at any time."

"Absolutely."

"And would, as his manager, know his whereabouts? Particularly when touring like this."

"That would be essential," Billy agreed. "I f something came up, Jimmy Jay wanted to know. He wasn't just a figurehead, Lieutenant. He was the head of the church. He worked very hard, and was involved in every aspect, every area."

"And it was your job that he was where he needed to be when he needed to be there."

"Exactly."

"You also had a long, close relations.h.i.+p with the victim."

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"Did you spend time together-free time, I mean. Leisure time."