“Aren’t you reaching?”
“I talked to Helen Boughmer the day after he died. She was convinced that a lot of stuff might be missing from the room in back, and she was going to check the file of special orders against the inventory of what was left. She believed he’d been killed. And two days later, she’d changed completely. She said she had changed her mind. She said she believed he’d killed himself. She said she had checked the special orders and nothing was missing. I asked her to produce the file. She claimed she couldn’t find it. And she never did find it. Now somebody, dammit, had to get to her. If Sherman had killed himself, why would anybody take the tune and trouble to shut her mouth. She was a changed woman. She acted terrified.”
“Then, why would I come back here, if I was the one who killed Doctor Sherman? What would there be here for me?”
“Now you can say I’m reaching. Why would Tom Pike pay you twenty thousand in cash? It was one of those crazy breaks you get sometimes that one of my partners here saw him giving the money to a man who matches your description. Let’s say Sherman stepped out of line when Maureen Pike was so critically ill at the time of her miscarriage, and gave her something not authorized for use on patients. Suppose he did this with Tom’s knowledge and consent, and whatever it was, the side effect was some kind of brain damage? Hell, it kind of dwindles off because it doesn’t seem as if it would give anybody enough leverage to pry money out of Tom Pike. But you’d seen Tom, and even if we didn’t find a thing except a heavy piece of money on you, that would mean some kind of confirmation.”
“Personal opinion again, please. Do you think Doctor Sherman killed his wife?”
“Ben Gaffney and I-he’s the state attorney-went up one side of that and down the other. Going after him with a circumstantial case just didn’t add up. We could show motive and opportunity, but there was absolutely no way to prove the cause of death. Do I think he did? Yes. So does Ben. The specialists we talked to said it was highly unlikely there could have been such a sudden deterioration in her condition that she could go into deep coma after the amount of insulin she had apparently taken. But `highly unlikely’ isn’t enough to go to court with. So we closed out the investigation finally.”
“Who was handling it?”
“The death occurred in county jurisdiction. Dave Broon was handling it, under joint direction of my office and the sheriff. If Dave could have come up with something that strengthened the case, it would still have been a pretty unpopular indictment.”
“Now, to get back to Sherman’s death, do you have the feeling that Penny had any kind of lead at all that she hadn’t told you about yet?”
He looked startled and then grim. “I see where that one is aimed. I don’t really… wait a minute. Let me think.” He leaned back and ground at his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I don’t know if this is anything. It would have been… a week ago. Last Tuesday. She was working an eleven-to-six-in-the-morning shift, a postoperative case, and that was the last time she was on that one. I pulled out of here early. About quarter to four and went over to see her. She’d just gotten up. She had dreamed about Doctor Sherman. She was telling me about it. I wasn’t paying much attention. She stopped all of a sudden and she had a funny expression. I asked her what the trouble was and she said she’d just thought of something, that the dream had reminded her of something. She wouldn’t tell me. She said she had to ask somebody a question first, and maybe it was nothing at all, but maybe it meant something. Very mysterious about it.”
“Can you remember anything about the dream?”
“Not much. Nutty stuff. Something about him opening a door in his forehead and making her look in and count the times a little orange light in there was blinking.”