"A Murder In Milburn", Book 3: Death In The Library (3 page)

“Nora is a friend and a guest, Dad,” Petyr protested.

“Oh I’m paying her, aren’t I? And are you taking Johann’s side? I expected no less of you!”
 

Slamming his phone on the counter, Reynold turned tail and walked out to the backyard. Nora stood frozen, the chicken making noises on the pan. Faintly, she could smell the chicken begin to burn. Hurriedly, she lifted it out and plated it on a bone china dish.

“My father in law… tends to go into rages,” Lila said. “Please stay here and finish your cooking. I hope you’re not hurt by what he said?”

She was, but Nora was more worried about Katya and the rest.
 

Outside, she could still hear Reynold’s voice declaring, “
I’m
the one that houses you and feeds you. Don’t forget that. I’ve done so much for you over the years. I used to work twenty hours a day. I sold my own car and walked to work so that you two could afford to go to good schools.”

“Don’t you hate it when people do that?” Lila asked, with a sad smile on her face. Her eyes looked almost tearful. “When they keep forcing you to remember all the ways you’re obliged to them?”

“It’s a sign of insecurity,” Nora said. “The men who most vehemently declare how generous and kind they are, seldom live up to their words.”

“Well, it’s his word against ours,” Lila said. “In this house, his word is the only one that counts. Poor Johann. I’m going to go out and make sure he’s alright. Hopefully, by the time you serve lunch, everything will be normal.”

Lila was right, in that Reynold had calmed down by the time they all gathered for lunch nearly two hours later, but as to everything being normal, she couldn’t have been more wrong.

*****

Chapter 3

Two hours later, the food was getting cold on the table. Reynold had finally been placated, though he was still in a grumpy mood. Nora observed the entire family, wondering if the things that were obvious to her as an observer were evident to them as well.

Reynold was like the centre of the storm, and his entire family were like grass, bending in the direction he took them, doing everything they could to calm him down. Was it always like this? If so, no wonder Katya had wanted her there.
 

Petyr, Nora could tell, tried to calm his father more for the sake of pleasing his mother. Johann on the other hand seemed nearly tearful and guilty at the thought that his father was angry with him, even though he had absolutely no reason to feel that way.

Nora had already served each person on their plates, by the time Reynold sat down.
 

With a frown on his face, he said, “I’m used to eating lunch far earlier. This won’t be good for my digestion, you know. This is cold, too.”

Nora saw Petyr bite his lip. Underneath the table, Katya put her hand over his.

“We can heat it up again, dear,” Maria said soothingly.

“No. I’ll eat it like this. I guess I just have to put up with things,” he said, grabbing a chicken leg and digging in. He chewed it thoughtfully, looking almost displeased at having nothing to complain about. He bit into the mushroom toast on the side-plate, and said, “This mushroom toast is horrible. It’s nearly raw.”
 

Didn’t stop him from swallowing it all down in two bites, though, Nora noticed.

“Well, this is as good a time as any to make the announcement,” Petyr said. “I’d planned to do it when everyone else was happier… but… oh well. Katya and I have plans to get married, which is a big part of the reason she’s here this weekend.”

“Married?” His father laughed. “What rubbish! You’re engaged to Renee Cochran.”

“I was engaged to her three years ago,” Petyr said with a warning in his voice. “I’d prefer it if you were nice about this, Father.”

“You had a perfectly nice life with us,” Reynold said. “Never understood why you had to run away and leave us all behind. Abandoned us. Now this… this foreigner? I thought she was just candy.”

“Don’t talk about her that way.” Petyr shoved his chair back and stood up, his face getting red.

“Darling… don’t upset him again. Please.”
 

His mother held Petyr’s hand, trying to pull him back to the table.

“Don’t upset him? Mother how can you let him get away with his behavior? Somebody has to teach him a lesson!”

Reynold banged one mighty fist on the table, shaking the cutlery.

“Oh, you can say what you like, Father. I love Katya and nothing’s coming between us.” Petyr barely looked at him, focussing on his mother instead. “Mother, you have to control him. There’s no other way this would work. I came back here because you promised me--”

“Your father is… he’s highly strung. You have to be nicer, Petyr. Don’t rush into conflicts with him all the time.”

“This is not my fault!”

Reynold banged his fist on the table again. There was a mighty crash as his chair wobbled, then fell backwards.
 

A gasp went up around the table, and then a scream from Lila, “What’s happening!”

The entire family rushed to him. Johann stumbled against the table, and Lila gave another shriek as the entire table crashed sideways to the floor, plates and food mixing together to form a carnage of meat and bread. Petyr was shaking Reynold, who was foaming at the mouth. Maria had her eyes shut and was muttering prayers, while Katya and Lila were helplessly watching.

Nora felt calm descend about her.
 

“The emergency services,” she said to Johann. “What is the number for emergency services?”

Johann shook his head. His eyes were very wide, and his mouth was hanging open.

Nora dialed 911. It took her five minutes to reach an operator.

“What seems to be the problem?” the lady asked.

“I… I’m speaking from Glass Lion Island. We
 
have an emergency,” Nora said. “I think… I think he’s dead.”

“Who is?”

“Reynold Von Kyburg.”

Three hours later, the sun was beginning to set, and an emptiness seemed to fill the house.

Reynold’s body had been taken away, and the four family members sat in silence in the living room. Katya had her hands around Maria’s shoulders, while Petyr lay curled in her lap. Johann and Lila were hugging each other and crying softly on one sofa.

The investigators were still in the dining room, taking photos and samples of the food. A round officer with a shiny bald head was asking Nora questions.

“So these mushrooms,” he said. “Who gave them to you?”

“Maria did,” Nora said. “I was a little upset because it was too late to really incorporate them into the meal, but I made a side-dish when she insisted.”

“She insisted you use them?” He noted.

“That’s not right,” Nora said. “Actually, she was just a messenger. Reynold had insisted that I use them.”

“Ah, but Reynold didn’t tell you that himself, is that correct?” the officer said. “You were told by Maria that you must use them.”

“That’s right,” Nora said. “But I’m sure you can confirm with the others. I think it’s in line with Reynold’s behavior.”

“Did you, at any point while cooking, taste the dish yourself?” the officer asked.

“I did not,” Nora said.

“After you were done with the dish, did you personally serve it?”

“No. Petyr took the tray from me, and served it on each plate almost immediately, I think,” Nora said.

The officer nodded.

“Was there any point at which someone might have tampered with them?”

Nora shrugged.
 

“The dining room is adjacent to the kitchen, and there’s a door to the backyard right next to it. The family were moving about the house for the next two hours, having a fierce argument. It’s perfectly possible that someone had the time to put poison on Reynold’s plate. He always sat at the head of the table.”

“So anyone could have done it?”

Nora bit her lip and nodded.
 

“What was this argument about, Ms Newberry?” the officer asked. “Was there any indication that it might get worse? Were threats made?”

“Well…” Nora sighed. “I don’t know what to say. Reynold was… he heard Johann say something about the dog, and assumed that Johann was insulting
him
instead. He refused to believe Johann. He started yelling a lot.”

“So he was stressed,” the officer said. “Did he make any threats?”

“Once or twice, he threatened to cut them off,” Nora said. “It was a dramatic move, really. He told Johann that his job depended on his father, so he shouldn’t get complacent… things like that. I feel like he just wanted attention.”

“So you feel as if Reynold was an attention seeking man?”
 

“Of course, I’ve only met him today,” Nora said. “I don’t know anything about him, really.”

“Yes. Well, having an outsider is still a help,” the officer said. “My name is Shane Jones, by the way.”

“Pleasure to meet you, officer,” Nora said. “So… was it the mushrooms? You asked me quite a few questions about them.”

“I can’t share that data, ma’am.” Shane smiled at her. “Have a good evening. Well… try to.”
 

He moved to the living room, and asked Johann to come away with him.

Nora went in, and sat next to Lila, who was dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

“All right?” Nora asked her.

“How could anyone be?” Lila laughed through her tears.

“How’s Johann taking it?”

“He’s… devastated. He’s feeling really bad,” Lila said. “Oh, this is a nightmare. I can’t believe it’s happened.”

Nora nodded.

“It was so… I was so unprepared,” Lila said. “I still can’t believe he’s gone. There’s no chance this isn’t one of his cruel tricks, is it?”

“Did Reynold like playing tricks?”

Lila sighed.
 

“I don’t want to speak ill of the dead,” she said.

“I won’t tell,” Nora replied. “What sort of man was he?”

“Reynold was a hateful man,” Lila said. “But… he was also very generous when it suited him. Above all, he was smart, and capable. He built himself an entire industry, you know. He had factories for cement, machinery, piping. He started with nothing, in his twenties. He married Maria, a poor farmer’s daughter, and bought her to the city with him, where he got a job at a construction site. Then he worked and worked until he’d begun his own company. Johann’s the older brother so he remembers those days of struggle. Petyr only remembers the good times, I think. But Johann remembers seeing his father walk fifteen miles and back on a cold winter’s day just to please a new client.” Lila laughed.
 

“Johann hero-worshipped his father. But me? What did I think of Reynold? Well, he was an old man, and a sharp man, and a capable man, but I never thought of him as my husband’s father. I thought of him as my husband’s boss! Oh, he’d act with strangers and the public as if he were the most generous, romantic man in the world. But with us, with his family, all he was is cruel.”
 

“I got a taste of what he was like today,” Nora said.

“Exactly,” Lila replied. “He was paranoid too. Johann said
nothing
about the man, but Reynold just assumed Johann had to be talking about him.”

“Why?” Nora asked.

“What do you mean why? He was unbalanced.”

“Did he have reason to think Johann didn’t like him?”

“Why wouldn’t Johann like him?” Lila laughed. “Johann was everything that Petyr wasn’t. He was a devoted son. I sometimes think that he tried extra hard to be seen as the “good boy” because Petyr was so rebellious.”

“Petyr was rebellious?”

“I heard about their childhood,” Lila said. “Johann used to be at the top of his class, while Petyr failed everything other than math and art. Johann used to be on the football team, while Petyr quit playing soccer because he was too busy chasing girls and playing in a rock band.”

Nora laughed.
 

“They’re almost like two brothers from a sitcom, aren’t they? The good boy, the bad boy.”

“Except it almost felt exaggerated to me,” Lila said. “Both of them. Johann especially. It always felt like they’re just playing the roles assigned to them.”

“Why?”

“Because Johann’s so different when he’s with me,” Lila said. “He’s nothing like the boring COO who helps his father’s business. He’s immensely creative. He’s extremely funny. He’s talented. Then, when he was around his parents, he’d become like a little boy again. Always looking to please his daddy.”

“So if he was obedient, why did Reynold suspect that he might be bad mouthing him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he realized that Johann was slowly beginning to itch under the collar. Maybe he realized that Johann had finally had enough of all the insults and accusations.”

“Johann’s father insulted and accused him of things?”

“Oh. No.” Lila’s lips tightened. “They had a good relationship. Anyone who knew them would tell you that. Johann would never hurt or embarrass his father.”