“I don’t know what to believe.”
Maura pumped out more of the pink lotion she’d bought on sale in a bottle big enough to last through summer. “Should we have told the authorities about her and Oliver Crawford?”
“Special Agent Kowalski never asked-”
“He asked us if there was anything we could think of that might help them understand what happened. So did the local police.”
Don shook his head. “I see no reasonable purpose served by spreading gossip. We don’t know for a fact that Oliver Crawford and Alicia Miller were having an affair.”
“We know he visited her at the cottage.”
“We don’t know if he ever stayed the night.”
Maura squirted another dab of lotion into her palm and rubbed it in, then pushed the bottle into the center of the table. “Neither of us likes spying on the neighbors.”
“Oh, Maura, we weren’t spying-”
“It feels like spying when we know such things. If Oliver Crawford had wanted people to know he was visiting Alicia, he wouldn’t have been so sneaky about it.”
“Perhaps he saw it as being discreet, not sneaky.” As always, her husband kept his tone even. “He’s friends with Gerard Lattimore, and he’s-he was Alicia’s boss. They could have been discussing something about him. A surprise birthday party, maybe.”
“A surprise birthday party?” Maura laughed. “That’s rich, Don. I don’t like Crawford or Lattimore. I saw their type often enough at the hospital. Their hunger for power and ambition goes right to their pores. Neither holds any interest for me, even less so as I get older.”
Don smiled, taking her hand. “A good thing, because I’ve never been powerful or particularly ambitious. Maura-”
She set her jaw. “I still think Oliver Crawford and Alicia were having an affair, but I agree we shouldn’t be spreading rumors and gossip. If her death were a homicide, that would be one thing.”
“Even if you’re right about the affair, if Alicia committed suicide, it wasn’t Crawford’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”
Including mine, Maura thought. But she’d seen the signs of depression in Alicia, worsening in the weeks since she’d starting coming to Yorkville-and over the weekend, the increased agitation.
“I knew something was wrong,” she whispered. “I should have taken her to the hospital myself and insist she get checked out. Accident or not, she wouldn’t have taken such a risk in those conditions if she’d had her head screwed on straight.”
“We’ll take a long walk tomorrow. It’ll help.”
Maura knew he was right. Self-recriminations and speculation would get them nowhere, and they had their own lives to lead.
13
Just after dark, Special Agent Kowalski knocked on Quinn’s porch door. She’d spotted his car pull up in front of her cottage, but still her heart pounded when she saw him through the door’s window. She had difficulty unlocking the door, her fingers stiff from the cold air and her long, difficult day. When she let him in, a breeze stung her face, her skin raw from crying. Another time, she might not have wanted an FBI agent-anyone-to see her in such a state, but tonight she didn’t care.
“Are you spending the night in Yorkville?” she asked him as he walked past her into the small living room. “It’s getting late.”
“I live in Spotsylvania. It’s not too far from here.” His expression suggested he hadn’t come for chitchat. “We found Alicia Miller’s car.”
“How-where?”
“We received an anonymous tip. It was out by an old boathouse on the waterfront, about two miles up the loop road from here. It’s closer by water. Apparently it’s a favorite spot for kayakers to launch.”
“I know it well. It’s an easy paddle over to the wildlife refuge from there. But Alicia must have headed back this way, since she ended up in the marsh.” Quinn’s voice caught. Had Kowalski hoped to catch her off guard? She noticed her quilt on the couch, her running shoes under the coffee table, her bowl of cold crab stew, but stayed focused on what he’d just told her. “When did you get this anonymous tip?”
“I didn’t. The local police did, maybe an hour ago.”
An hour. Had Diego Clemente recognized her description of Alicia’s car and phoned in the information anonymously, not wanting to use his name and have to answer questions?
“Quinn?”
“If Alicia had her head together enough to drive out to the boathouse to launch, don’t you think she’d have checked the weather? At least worn a life vest?”
“Happens all the time. People don’t pay attention.”
“But she must have just arrived back from Washington -”