Later, Marino came into the kitchen and pulled out a chair across from me. He perched on the edge of it as if he wasn’t planning to sit long.
“Any other places in the house Abby might have put her things, beside her bedroom?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I murmured.
“Well, we’ve got to look. I’m sorry, Doc.”
“I understand.”
He followed my gaze out the window.
“I’ll make coffee.”
He got up. “We’ll see if I remember what you taught me. My first quiz, huh?”
He moved about in the kitchen, cabinet doors opening and shutting, water running as he filled the pot. He walked out while coffee dripped, and moments later was back with another detective.
“This won’t take very long, Dr. Scarpetta,” the detective said. “Appreciate your cooperation.”
He said something in a low voice to Marino. Then he left and Marino returned to the table, setting a cup of coffee in front of me.
“What are they looking for?”
I tried to concentrate.
“We’re going through the notebooks you told me about. Looking for tapes, anything that might tell us what led up to Mrs. Harvey shooting Spurrier.”
“You’re sure she did it.”
“Oh, yeah. Mrs. Harvey did it. Damn miracle she’s alive. She missed her heart. She was lucky, but maybe she won’t think so if she pulls through.”
“I called the Williamsburg police. I told them – ”
“I know you did.” He cut me off gently. “You did the right thing. You did all you could.”
“They couldn’t be bothered.”
I closed my eyes, fighting the tears.
“That wasn’t it.”
He paused. “Listen to me, Doc.”
I took a deep breath.
Marino cleared his throat and lit a cigarette. “While I was back there in your office, I talked to Benton. The FBI completed the DNA analysis of Spurrier’s blood and compared it with the blood found in Elizabeth Mott’s car. The DNA don’t match.”
“What?” The DNA don’t match,” he said again. “The detectives in Williamsburg who had been tailing Spurrier were just told yesterday. Benton had been trying to get hold of me and we kept missing each other, so I didn’t know. You understand what I’m saying?”
I stared numbly at him.
“Legally, Spurrier was no longer a suspect. A pervert, yeah. We’re talking the land of fruits and nuts. But he didn’t murder Elizabeth and Jill. He didn’t leave the blood in the car, couldn’t have. If he killed these other couples, we’ve got no proof. To keep tailing him all the hell over the place, watching his house or banging on his door because they see he’s got company, was harassment. Well, I mean there comes a point when there aren’t enough cops to keep that up, and Spurrier could sue. And the FBI had backed off. So that’s the way it went.”
“He killed Abby.”
Marino looked away from me. “Yeah, it appears so.
She had her tape recorder running, we got the whole thing on tape. But that don’t prove he killed the couples, Doc. It’s looking like Mrs. Harvey gunned down an innocent man.”
“I want to hear the tape.”
“You don’t want to hear it. Take my word for it.”
“If Spurrier was innocent, then why did he shoot Abby?”
“I got an idea, based on what I heard on the tape and saw at the scene,” he said. “Abby and Spurrier was talking in the living room. Abby was sitting on the couch where we found her. Spurrier heard someone at the door and got up to answer it. I don’t know why he let Pat Harvey in. You would think he would have recognized her, but maybe he didn’t. She had on a windbreaker with a hood, and jeans. Might have been hard to tell who she was. No way to know how she identified herself, what she said to him. We won’t know until we can talk to her, and even then we might not know.”
“But he let her in.”
“He opened the door,” Marino said. “Then she had her revolver out, a Charter Arms, the one she later shot herself with. Mrs. Harvey forced him back inside the house, into the living room. Abby’s still sitting there, and the tape recorder’s still running. Since Abby’s Saab was out back in the drive, Mrs. Harvey wouldn’t have seen it when she parked in front. She had no idea Abby was there, and this diverted her attention long enough for Spurrier to go for Abby, probably to use her as a shield. Hard to know exactly what went down, but we know Abby had her revolver with her, probably in her purse, which was probably next to her on the couch. She tries to get out her gun, she and Spurrier struggle and she gets shot. Then, before he can shoot Mrs. Harvey, she shoots him. Twice. We checked her revolver. Three spent shells, two live.”