The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [537]
When the door opened on the other side of the glass, he brightened. “Here she comes. Go get ’em, baby.”
“Officer Baby,” Eve corrected and settled in to watch the show.
Chapter 18
She watched while Peabody settled Maureen Stibbs in a chair at the wobbly table, set the record, offered the interview subject a drink of water.
Brisk, professional, Eve thought with approval. Not too threatening. Not yet.
And there was Officer Troy Trueheart posted at the door looking young and All-American . . . and about as grim as a cocker spaniel puppy.
She could sense Peabody’s nerves, see them in the quick glance she flicked toward the glass as she poured the water.
But the uniform was enough, Eve decided as Maureen’s eyes darted between Peabody and Trueheart.
People usually saw what they expected to see.
“I still don’t understand why I had to come all the way down here.” Maureen took a tiny sip of water, like a butterfly at a blossom. “My husband and daughter will be expecting me home soon.”
“This shouldn’t take long. We appreciate your cooperation, Mrs. Stibbs. I’m sure your husband will appreciate your help in this matter. It must be difficult for both of you to have this case remain open.”
Good, good, put it in her lap, Eve urged. Make her a part of it, bring up the husband every chance you get.
Eve shifted her weight, tucked her thumbs in her front pockets as Peabody took Maureen through the story and statement she’d given before, asked her to repeat or expand on certain details.
“In EDD we don’t do a lot of interviews.” McNab toyed restlessly with the nest of earrings on his left ear. “How’s she doing?”
“Good, she’s doing good. Getting her rhythm.”
Inside, Peabody wasn’t quite as confident, but she kept plugging.
“I’ve said all this before. Over and over.” Maureen pushed the cup of water aside. “What good does it do to make us all live through it again? She’s been gone for years.”
“She doesn’t say dead,” Eve commented. “She doesn’t say Marsha’s name. She can’t because it brings it too close to home. Peabody needs to press that button.”
“Marsha’s death must have shocked you very much at the time. You were close friends.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Everyone was shocked and upset. But we’ve put it behind us.”
“You and Marsha were close,” Peabody said again. “Friends and neighbors. But you say she never mentioned being dissatisfied in her marriage, never spoke of a relationship with another man.”
“Some things even friends and neighbors don’t discuss.”
“Holding in a secret like that would be hard, stressful.”
“I don’t know.” Maureen pulled the water back toward her, drank. “I’ve never cheated on my husband.”
“Your marriage is secure. Solid.”
“Of course it is. Of course.”
“You had a difficult obstacle to overcome.”
Water spilled over the rim of the cup as Maureen’s hand shook. “I’m sorry?”
“Marsha. She was an obstacle.”
“I don’t know what you mean. What are you saying?”
“A first wife in what was by all accounts a happy marriage. You agree, and have stated for the record in this investigation that Boyd Stibbs loved Marsha and you never observed any dissent or trouble between them.”
“Yes, but—”
“And you and others have stated, on record, that Boyd and Marsha were devoted to each other, enjoyed each other’s company, had many mutual interests, many mutual friends.”
“Yes, but . . . That was before. Before anything happened.”
“Would you state now, Mrs. Stibbs, that Boyd loved his first wife, Marsha Stibbs?”
“Yes.” Her throat worked. “Yes.”
“And to your personal knowledge, through your personal observations, Marsha Stibbs was committed to Boyd, and to her marriage?”
“She spent a lot of time on her work. She rarely bothered to prepare meals for him. He—he took care of the laundry more often than she did.”
“I see.” Peabody pursed her lips, nodded. “So you would say she neglected him, and their marriage.”
“I didn’t say that . . . I didn’t mean that.”
“Push,” Eve ordered from Observation. “Push now.”
“What did you mean, Mrs. Stibbs?”
“Just that she wasn’t as perfect as everyone likes to think, to