Betrayed (Rosato & DiNunzio, #2)(65)
“Why not?” Judy asked miserably. “I told him about it. If he wanted to get to the bottom of it, it was because of our conversation.”
“No, you’re not responsible for that. Whoever hit him was responsible for that, whether it was an accident or not. Why do you think it’s not an accident? Have you spoken to the police?”
“No, the coroner, but it just seems too coincidental. Think of the chain of events. Iris’s death, finding the money, my getting attacked, and Iris’s apartment was ransacked last night, too.”
“It was?”
“Yes, right before we were attacked. That’s what Father Keegan called to tell me about. Somebody is looking for that money.”
“You think?”
“Yes, I think that Father Keegan started asking around after he spoke to me, and somehow at the end of the day, he ended up…” Judy couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “Oh my God. This is terrible. It could’ve been murder.”
“You don’t know that yet. You don’t have any real evidence or facts.”
“Agree, it’s circumstantial, but it’s compelling.”
“I have to admit, it is, and we know that every hit-and-run isn’t necessarily an accident.” Mary’s tone turned grave, and Judy remembered that Mary’s first husband was murdered almost the same way, struck by a car years ago, while he was riding his bicycle on West River Drive.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up.”
“No, honey, it’s okay,” Mary added quickly. “So where are you now? What are you going to do?”
“I’m at the hospital. Should I tell my aunt? I didn’t tell her about Iris’s apartment being broken into. My mother didn’t want me to.”
“I get that, and I’d hold off for now. Is she okay? She has to be going through hell.”
“The surgery went fine, and she’s coming around.” Judy made a gut decision. “I don’t think I’ll tell her, yet. But she’s going to want to know the autopsy results on Iris and I don’t have those yet.”
“So tell her that, but not about the priest.”
“Agree.” Judy felt reassured that she and Mary were on the same page.
“She’ll be stronger tomorrow, and you’ll know more.”
“I hope so.” Judy straightened up, with a final sniffle. “I better go back now.”
“You need anything? I can come down there. I’m home, ordering takeout.”
Judy hadn’t eaten but didn’t feel hungry. “No thanks, I’m fine, and by the way, the money’s safe in a bank.”
“Good. Keep me posted. Love you.”
“Love you too, bye.” Judy pressed END to hang up, slipped the phone back into her jacket, and checked her reflection on the way out. The strain showed on her face, and her blue dressed-up-for-deposition suit was rumpled, but she tried to get it together as she left the bathroom. She hit the hallway and hurried back to the recovery room, where she pushed the privacy curtain aside to find her mother helping her aunt sip some water from a bottle.
“What did you find out?” her aunt asked, after her mother moved the bottle.
“So far, not much.” Judy managed a smile, crossing to her aunt’s bedside. “I … couldn’t find the right person to talk to. How do you feel?”
“Better,” her aunt answered, though the corners of her mouth turned down. “There’s pain, but I’m thinking more clearly. What do you mean, you couldn’t find the right person?”
“I mean, the deputy assistant coroner wasn’t there and the young woman I spoke with didn’t know how to open the report.” Judy went with a half-truth, since she was the worst liar in the Bar Association.
“So there’s a report, but they couldn’t open it?”
“Evidently. I’ll try again tomorrow.”
“Isn’t there someone else you can call? I won’t sleep until I know what happened to her.”
Judy’s mother snorted, easing back into her chair. “After that morphine, you’ll be asleep in ten minutes.”
Judy started to get another idea. “I suppose I could make a few more calls, but it would be easier to do from the office. They’re not big fans of cell phones here. The sign says it interferes with the machines.”
Aunt Barb blinked. “So go to the office. I’d love it if you can find out those results and I know you have work to do. Feel free to go, really.”
Judy’s mother nodded. “Honestly, honey, I can handle everything here. The nurse was just in and said they’re going to move her to a room. I’ll stay and get her situated, and by then visiting hours will be over. They end at eight o’clock.”
Judy looked from her aunt to her mother, her heart beginning to beat with anticipation. “You sure you don’t need me here to help?”
Aunt Barb smiled wanly. “You can help me the most by getting the coroner’s report.”
Her mother flashed a smile that looked oddly relieved. “You can help me the most by getting out of my hair.”
“Very funny,” Judy said, faking a smile. She had better things to do than fight with her mother.
An hour and a half later, Judy was getting out of her car, having found a parking space in the municipal lot across from the Kennett Square Police Station. She felt bad about lying to her mother and aunt, but she’d had no intention of going into the office. She was burning to find out what happened to Father Keegan, having driven here with her brain on fire, convincing herself of a connection between Iris’s and the priest’s deaths. She hoped that she could convince the police that she was right, or at least to consider the possibility and investigate her theory. Detective Boone had given her his business card, and she’d tried to call him on the way over, but there had been no answer and the message had gone to voicemail.