Marla sat back down, said, “Grab a chair. I’m just in the middle of giving him his lunch.”
I found a chair and sat. “What is that stuff?”
“Peas,” she said. “He’s Hoovering it.” She glanced at me. “Let me ask you a question.”
“Sure.”
“Do you think I should keep calling him Matthew? I mean, that’s the name the Gaynors gave him, but I would have named him something different.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Because even though he’s little, it’s probably already a name he responds to. If I were going to call him something different—and I’m leaning toward Kyle—I’d have to start doing it right now.”
“I’m not sure I’m the one to advise you on this. I mean, it might even be a legal matter. There’ll probably be a few of those.”
Marla nodded, understanding. “You’re right. I’m going to talk it over with Mom.”
I felt a chill. I glanced over at Gill, who was by the phone, making notes. He looked my way with dead eyes.
“With your mom,” I said.
“When she’s able to come back,” she said. Marla must have seen the look in my eye, and she smiled. “I know what you’re thinking. That Mom jumped off the falls. That’s what they’re all saying.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “But she had to fake her death. She needs time for things to cool off. Then she’ll come back and help me.”
I was speechless.
“They’re saying a lot of things about her,” Marla continued. “Things that can’t possibly be true. That Dr. Sturgess was a very, very bad man. He must have tricked Mom into thinking my baby had died. It was a conspiracy. The Gaynors were part of it. Mom couldn’t have been involved in anything like that.”
Another smile. Marla slipped a spoonful of peas into Matthew’s mouth. Half dribbled down his chin.
“Oh, look at you,” she said. “Are you a messy boy? You are a messy boy. Isn’t he beautiful, David?”
“He is that.”
“I think he looks a little like Dad,” she said, and then called over to her father, “Don’t you see it?”
“If you say so,” he said. Then, struggling, he added, “I can see some of Agnes in him. In his eyes.”
Marla studied her baby. “I see that. I do. I think I actually do, which is pretty amazing for me. Do you see it, David?”
I looked. “Maybe so.” I stood. “I’m going to check in on you every once in a while, if that’s okay.”
“I’d love that,” Marla said. “It’s kind of chaotic around here right now. There’s so much to get organized. I might not even go back to my house. At least, not for a few months. When Mom gets back, she’ll sort it all out.” A grin. “That’s what she does, you know. Soon as she walks through that door, she’ll take charge.”
I gave Marla a hug and said to Gill, “Thanks. See you at the service. I can find my way out.”
When I opened the front door to leave, there were two men standing there. A young man I’d met before, and an older gentleman who I’d have guessed, from a quick glance, was his father.
Derek Cutter had just been about to press the doorbell, and I’d startled him.
“Oh!” he said. “Mr. Harwood.”
“Hi, Derek.”
“Mr. Harwood, this is my dad.”
The older man extended a hand. His grip was firm. “Jim Cutter,” he said. On the street I spotted a pickup truck with the words “Cutter’s Lawn Service” painted on the side.
“Good to meet you. I’m David.” I looked at Derek. “You heard.”
The Thackeray student nodded. “Marla called me.” He swallowed. “I’m a dad after all.”
Jim Cutter, standing slightly behind his son, rested his palms on the young man’s shoulders. “Not exactly ideal circumstances, but we came to get acquainted, just the same.”
I called out to Marla that she had visitors, then got in my car and headed home.
SEVENTY-TWO
THE dead doctor was looking good for it.
Motive was certainly not a problem, Detective Barry Duckworth thought. If Dr. Jack Sturgess feared that Rosemary Gaynor was going to start asking too many questions about the circumstances surrounding the adoption of Matthew, he might have seen he had no option but to kill her.
He’d certainly shown no hesitation where Marshall Kemper was concerned. Bill Gaynor, who had decided to come clean about everything he knew, had led them to the man’s body in the woods. Duckworth had also determined that Sturgess had murdered Kemper’s elderly neighbor in a bid to cover his tracks.
So the man certainly had it in him to kill when it came to saving himself.
Angus Carlson had been building a timeline of where Sturgess had been the day that Rosemary Gaynor was killed, and there were plenty of gaps in his schedule. So he’d had opportunity. And she would have had no hesitation in letting him into her home. He was her doctor, after all.