Indulgence in Death - J. D. Robb [107]
“I understand. So you came to do your job, through the gate. You parked your truck, then you and your son came in through the garden.”
“Yes.” He took a long breath. “Yes, ma’am, this is just what we did.”
“We were laughing,” the boy said. “I told a joke, and we were laughing. I went through first. We didn’t even see, not at first. We were laughing, and Papa turned to lock the gate, and I saw him. I saw the man, the dead man.”
“You must’ve been scared.” In the way she had, Peabody moved over, leaned on the high arm of the couch by the boy.
“I yelled.” Chaz looked down. “I think I screamed, like a girl. Then I laughed again, because I thought it wasn’t real. I didn’t think it could be.”
“What did you do then?” Eve asked.
“I dropped my tools.” James shuddered. “It sounded like an explosion, in my head anyway. And I ran to the man. I think I was yelling. And Chaz grabbed me, pulled me away.”
“It was the tools. It was so loud when Papa dropped them. Like a slap, I guess. And he was going to try to pull the man off the tree. God.” The boy pressed a hand to his belly.
“Do you need a minute?” Peabody laid a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want some water?”
“No. Thanks, no. I know you’re not supposed to touch anything. It always says so on the cop shows. I watch a lot of screen, and it always says so. I don’t know how I remembered. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I just didn’t want my father to touch. It was . . . awful.”
“We left. I mean we didn’t stay in the garden. I was afraid someone might still be there, and my boy . . . my son.”
“You did right. It’s okay,” Eve told him.
“We got the tools. I don’t know why, except I always get the tools. And we ran to the truck. We called nine-one-one and said what we saw, and where we were. And we locked the doors and stayed until the police came.”
“Had you ever seen the man before?”
“No, ma’am.” James shook his head. “I don’t think so. Ma’am, Ms. Simpson, Mr. Frost, they’re good people. I’ve worked for them for five years. They have children. This isn’t them. They didn’t do this. They’re not even here.”
“I know. Don’t worry about them. Where is the staff? Where’s the person who lives in these rooms?”
“Oh, that’s Hanna, Ms. Wender. She’s with them in Georgia. And so is Lilian who helps with the children. They go for a month in the summer to their other house.”
“Do they have a droid?”
“No, I don’t think so. I’ve never seen one here. They have Hanna and Lilian, and cleaning people who come twice a week. And me.”
“And do others have a code to access the gate and the garden?”
“I don’t know. I think Hanna would, and Lilian. Lilian takes the children to the park, so they have to go in and out. And Hanna markets and does other things, so she would go in and out. But they’re not here. This was someone else. I don’t know why that man was here, how he got here. Why would someone kill him here? This is a good place, a good home. These are good people.”
“That’s what I’m going to find out. You did everything right, both of you. We’ll take it from here.”
“We can go now?”
“Yeah. Did the officer get your contact information, in case we have to talk to you again?”
“Yes. He has everything. Should I tell Mr. Frost? Ms. Simpson? Should I tell them what we found?”
“We’ll take care of it.”
They rose as Eve did, and Peabody moved to walk them out. The boy turned, met Eve’s eyes. “It’s not like it is on-screen. It’s not really like that at all.”
She thought of Sean standing over a young girl’s body in the Irish woods. “People are always saying that. They’re right.”
18
EVE DID A WALK-THROUGH HERSELF, TO GET A feel for the house, the people who lived there. And to make absolutely certain there were no droids in residence.
She found the wine cellar, well stocked and secured. She’d have EDD check the log, determine the last time a bottle had been removed, but she held the opinion they’d confirm the vic had brought the wine with him from France, and the killer had taken it with him.
She went back to the kitchen.