Inside, Lucy was playing Melissa Etheridge, and I was glad my niece was here and that there was music in the house. I forced myself to not think about him, as if I could walk into a different room in my mind and lock him out.
Lucy was inside the kitchen, and I took my coat off and set my pocketbook on the counter.
“Everything okay?” She shut the refrigerator door with a shoulder and carried eggs to the sink.
“Actually, everything’s pretty rotten,” I said.
“What you need is something to eat, and as luck would have it, I’m cooking.”
“Lucy”-I leaned against the counter–if someone is trying to disguise Eddings’ death as an accident or suicide, then I can see how subsequent threats or intrigue concerning my Norfolk office might make sense. But why would threats have been made to any member of my staff in the past? Your deductive skills are good. You tell me.”
She was beating egg whites into a bowl and thawing a bagel in the microwave. Her nonfat routines were depressing, and I did not know how she kept them up.
“You don’t know that anyone was threatened in the past,” she matter-of-factly said.
“I realize I don’t know, at least not yet.” I had begun making Viennese coffee. “But I’m simply trying to reason this out. I’m looking for a motive and coming up
emptyhanded. Why don’t you add a little onion, parsley and ground pepper to that? A pinch of salt can’t hurt you, either.
“You want me to fix you one?” she asked as she whisked.
“I’m not very hungry. Maybe I’ll eat soup later.”
She glanced up at me. “Sorry everything’s rotten.”
I knew she referred to Wesley, and she knew I wasn’t going to discuss him.
“Eddings’ mother lives near here,” I said. “I think I should talk to her.”
“Tonight’? At the last minute?” The whisk lightly clicked against the sides of the bowl.
“She very well may want to talk tonight, at the last minute,” I said. “She’s been told her son is dead and not much more.
“Yeah,” Lucy muttered. “Happy New Year.”
Chapter Seven
I did not have to ask anyone for a residential listing or telephone number because the dead reporter’s mother was the only Eddings with a Windsor Farms address.
According to the city directory, she lived on the lovely tree-lined street of Sulgrave, which was well known for wealthy estates and the sixteenth-century manors called Virginia House and Agecroft that in the 1920s had been shipped from England in crates. The night was still young when I called, but she sounded as if she had been asleep.
“Mrs. Eddings?” I said, and I told her who I was.
“I’m afraid I drifted off.” She sounded frightened. “I’m sitting in my living room watching TV. Goodness, I don’t even know what’s on now. It was My Brilliant Career on PBS. Have you seen that?”
“Mrs. Eddings,” I said again, “I have questions about your son, Ted. I’m the medical examiner for his case. And I was hopeful we might talk. I live but a few blocks from YOU.”
“Someone told me you did.” Her thick Southern voice got thicker with tears. “That you lived close by.”
“Would now be a convenient time?” I asked after a pause.
“Well, I would appreciate it very much. And my name is Elizabeth Glenn,” she said as she began to cry.
I reached Marino at his home, where his television was turned up so high I did not know how he could hear anything else. He was on the other line and clearly did not want to keep whoever it was on hold.
“Sure, see what you can find out,” he said when I told him what I was about to do.
“Me, I’m up to my ass right now. Got a situation down in Mosby Court that could turn into a riot.”
“That’s all we need,” I said.
“I’m on my way over there. Otherwise I’d go with you.”
We hung up and I dressed for the weather because I did not have a car. Lucy was on the phone in my office, talking to Janet, I suspected, based on her intense demeanor and quiet tone. I waved from the hallway and indicated by pointing at my watch I’d be back in about an hour. As I left my house and started walking in the cold, wet dark my spirit began to crawl inside me like a creature trying to’ hide. Coping with the loved ones tragedy leaves behind remained one of the cruelest features of my career.