Sarah Woods Mystery Series (1-6) Boxed Set (44 page)

Chapter 5

I woke up Sunday morning to find a message on my cell phone from Emily Hodges. Apparently, Linda hadn’t wasted any time in giving her my number. I made myself a strong pot of coffee and considered what I might say to a dying woman.

I returned her call and we set up an appointment to meet in person at her house. She seemed grateful, thanking me many times for agreeing to get together. I still had my doubts I could help find her brother.

Emily and her husband Paul lived in Green Haven, New Hampshire, just a twenty minute drive on route 202 west. Normally I would have enjoyed the scenic highway that wound through lush hills and farmland, but I was feeling uneasy. My mother had passed away from cancer many years ago, but the image of her frail body and sunken eyes was forever burned into my brain. I feared that I would see the same desperate look in Emily’s eyes; it made my chest tight with emotion.

Emily and Paul lived in one of those cul-de-sac neighborhoods where all the houses looked the same: Colonial style McMansions with few discerning characteristics.

I noticed a rusty red pickup truck parked on the street in front of their house. Emily had company. Or maybe the vehicle belonged to hired help.

I pulled into the driveway and sat there for a few minutes to gather my thoughts. This was the first time I had ever met with a prospective client on my own. Carter usually handled the initial consultations. I reminded myself to take things slow and remain objective.

I grabbed my purse as I exited my car and followed the stone walkway to the front door. I pressed the doorbell, waited, and heard the sound of clippers. I scanned the expansive yard and noticed the young man—wearing a grey t-shirt and carpenter jeans—working on a rose bush. His coffee colored skin glistened with sweat even though the temperature outside was a crisp sixty degrees. He seemed absorbed in his work, and didn’t notice me as he walked toward his vehicle.

A few moments later, the door opened and a petite woman with short blonde hair stood before me, wearing a baggy sweatshirt and black slacks. She smiled and opened the storm door.

“
You must be Sarah. Please come in. I’m Emily Hodges.”

“
Nice to meet you.”

Once inside, Emily motioned for me to follow her through the foyer and into a formal sitting room. Two beige couches faced each other, divided by a coffee table. A pitcher of water and two glasses sat on a tray.

“
Can I pour you some water?” she asked.

“
No thank you, I’m fine.”

Emily was just as Linda had described. Her yellowing eyes and skin were unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was hard to tell her age, but I guessed she was in her early forties.

“
Linda had so many nice things to say about you and your husband,” I said.

She smiled and nodded, although it seemed as if the gesture was forced. Was she in pain?

I reached into my purse for my notebook. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be jotting some information down as we talk.”

“
Yes, of course.”

“
Any details you can think of would be great, but let’s start with the basics,” I said, clicking the end of my pen. “What’s your brother’s full name?”

She paused for a second as if she had changed her mind. Finally, she licked her lips and uttered, “Benjamin Andrew Bradshaw.”

“
When was the last time you spoke with him?”

Emily took a sip of water, her hands trembling. “We haven’t spoken in over three years. Last time was in Hawaii, at my wedding.”

“
Okay. I’ll need his birthdate.”

“
December seventh, nineteen seventy-four.”

“
Would you happen to know his social security number and do you have a copy of his birth certificate?”

She slowly shook her head. “I can’t help you there.”

“
What about your parents? Haven’t they been in contact with him?”

She shook her head again, but said nothing.

“
Okay.” I took a deep breath and rested my hands in my lap. “Perhaps you could give them a call, or I’ll do it for you. They should have that information.”

Emily shook her head again, this time averting her eyes. “I’m afraid I owe you an apology, Sarah.” She stared into her glass of water. “I’ve been a bit dishonest with you. I don’t give a damn about my brother, and I’d rather die than ever see him again.”

“
I don’t understand. I thought that was the reason you called.”

She set her glass on the coffee table and adjusted herself on the couch. There was something in her eyes that worried me. Anger? Sadness? Embarrassment? A second later, the polite smile returned to her face. “I’m sorry. Will you please let me explain?”

“
Please do.”

She took a few deeps breaths, and judging by her tense jaw muscles, was working up the courage to confess. “First of all, maybe I should give you a little medical lesson, just in case you’re not familiar with my condition. Hepatitis C is a viral disease. No one knows for sure where I contracted it. Could have been from contaminated medical
supplies or a sexual partner, but in any case, the virus has destroyed my liver over the years. Medications haven’t helped much. My only hope at this point is a transplant, but I’m at the wrong end of a very long waiting list.”

“
I’m very sorry,” I said, then waited for her to continue.

“
In my condition, certain things must be avoided. I haven’t had a drink in years. And certain pain medications are strictly prohibited as they only contribute to liver damage.”

“
That makes sense.”

“
Over the past few weeks my symptoms have worsened. My doctors were confused as to why I was experiencing a sudden decline, so they ordered some blood tests. Imagine my surprise when the results came back: small traces of acetaminophen were detected in my blood.”

I paused to consider what this meant. “How could that be? You said you avoided medications like that?”

“
Exactly.”

“
Well, there could be a perfectly logical explanation. Maybe one of your other drugs was contaminated. Do you want me to investigate the pharmacy? See if there’s some kind of negligence going on?”

“
I’m not taking any medications. They weren’t working so I stopped a few months ago.”

“
Well,” I said, “Are you taking vitamins?”

“
No,” she said, shaking her head.

“
So, what exactly would you like me to do?”

“
I want you to find out if my husband has been poisoning me.”

“
You think your husband is behind it? Why?”

“
That’s what I want you to find out.”

“
I’m confused. I guess I was under the impression you two were very close.”

“
So was I.”

“
There must be some reason you suspect him of doing this on purpose.”

Emily closed her eyes.

I held the pitcher of water up to refill her empty glass. “Here, take a sip,” I said.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you. You’re very kind.”

“
I can relate with what you’re going through. I took care of my mom many years ago before cancer took her life.”

“
I can’t imagine it’s easy; waiting for someone to die. Getting back to your question … why do I think Paul might want me gone sooner than later? I suspect it could be several reasons. Money is the most likely. Or he’s got another impatient woman waiting in the wings. I wouldn’t blame him if he does. We haven’t been physical in months. In fact, he seems repulsed by me. I can’t blame him for that, either.”

“
Life insurance?”

Emily chuckled. “Yes, well, it’s a rather large amount. I got the policy right after we were married because my income was significantly more than his. He’ll be a wealthy man when I’m gone.”

“
How much?”

“
Two million.”

I made note of that important tidbit. “Forgive me for asking, but how is your current financial situation?”

Emily lowered her head. “Not good. I got a meager severance when I had to take sick leave. That money is gone, and Paul’s income alone doesn’t even cover the mortgage on this house. In fact, it’s likely the bank will start foreclosure proceedings soon.”

“
Emily, I really want to help you, but what are you asking me to do, exactly?”

“
Paul has been spending a lot of time at the office, or so he says. He’s an accountant; has his own small firm downtown. I’d like you to keep tabs on him and see if he’s meeting a woman on the side.”

“
Do you have any proof? Have you overheard him talking to someone on his phone? Have you found anything in his e-mails or texts?”

“
No, but I haven’t really tried. I’m afraid he’ll catch me.”

“
Are you afraid he’ll hurt you? Because if he’s a threat, I’d advise you to leave this house, Emily. You could have a restraining order put on him.”

Her head shook profusely. “No, he’d never hurt me. Not like that. You see, that’s why I’m ashamed just to be talking to you about this. Paul has always been a good husband. I just ...” She closed her eyes and exhaled. “I don’t know what to think.”

“
If your intuition is telling you something, you need to follow it, right?”

She nodded. “I hope I’m wrong about this.”

“
Have you tried talking to Paul? Is he aware of your concerns?”

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No.”

“
Maybe he put medications in your liquids, thinking he was helping, not hurting you.”

“
He knows everything about my condition and what I’m allowed to have.”

“
Do you keep medications in the house for his use?”

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Yes. Paul keeps them on hand for his migraines, which he gets often.”

“
So, would you say he takes a few pills every day?”

“
I’m not sure, but that sounds about right.”

At least I knew he had easy access to the stuff, but counting pills and keeping track of his dosage would not be an accurate method to prove his guilt or innocence. “Hypothetically, how would your husband poison you? I mean, he would have to empty the capsules into your drink or food, right?”

“
I don’t have much appetite these days. For breakfast I usually have toast with tea. For lunch, maybe a container of yogurt, and a few carrot sticks or string cheese for dinner. But Paul always makes me tea before bed. It’s our little ritual.”

“
I see.”

Emily covered her face with her hands and started to cry. “I’m sorry. This is just too much for me. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. My husband is a good man.”

I gave her a moment to compose herself as I considered some options. “May I make some suggestions? You could install a device on his cell phone. It’s a relatively simple application and it only takes a minute to download. It has a GPS tracker, and it records all calls and texts. I can access the information through a program on my laptop. He’ll never know it’s there. It would be a good way to find out if he’s meeting someone on the side.”

“
I really don’t feel comfortable doing that. I’m horrible when it comes to all of this new technology. What if I don’t install it properly and he finds out?”

“
That’s okay. I could arrange to put a GPS tracker on his car while he’s at his office.”

She nodded. “I guess.”

“
How would you feel about us setting up some hidden cameras in the kitchen? If he’s putting something in your beverages, perhaps we can catch him in the act.”

“
I don’t know. That sounds pretty involved.”

“
I have a partner who specializes in surveillance. He already has the equipment and could set something up in under ten minutes. No one would know it was there but us.”

Emily stared out the window, blinking slowly. “How soon can you do it?”

“
Max will be back from California tomorrow.”

She turned back to face me, a sullen expression on her face. “Okay. I’ll arrange to make sure no one is here when you come back.”

“
For the sake of being thorough, I need to ask some questions about family and friends, okay?”

“
Sure, whatever you think will help.”

“
Who comes to visit you here?”

“
When my health started to decline months ago, it seemed like people were coming out of the woodwork to help. Business colleagues, friends from the country club, and neighbors stopped by quite frequently. But over the last month or so, they all seem too busy. I guess it’s hard for them to see me like this.”