Scandal in Fair Haven
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When her friend is murdered in her lavish Fair Haven estate, all signs point to the victim's husband, and ex-journalist Henrie O. tries to learn the truth by questioning suspects from the area's best families. Reprint.
someone to take charge, to tell him what to do. Although, to be fair, he'd had very little time for such practical concerns. But I was glad. I was seeing the kitchen as the police had found it. Three doors opened into the room, one from the dining room, one from the back hall, where I stood, and one from outside. Dark, gooey bits adhered to the high ceiling. Congealed pools of green and brown formed an irregular, alcohol-scented mass between the cooking island and the door to the backyard. It
Said there'd be hell to pay if he came home without it. I wanted to tell him a man in the family should wear the pants, but, like I say, orders are our bread and butter. Maybe I'd get an order, so I don't say it. He tried to call her; there wasn't any answer. He left a message. Tatty Kay, I'm at the store and they don't have an order, but I'll get them to fix up a basket anyway and I'll be there as soon as I can.' So I fixed him up a basket, real nice. Pineapple, kiwi, golden delicious apples,
against the headboard. My late husband, Richard, always cautioned me not to jump to conclusions. I jumped to this one fast and pounded down the main staircase. I was mad. That sorry, no-good, murdering bastard! I did have wit enough to click on the main hallway light, grab the phone, punch in 911, and yell, "Fire! 1903 King's Row Road," before I slammed out the back dooi flashlight in hand. "Craig! Craig!" The stench of gasoline was overpowering here. My thin pencil of light swept the
again. I concentrated on Walsh. I still had a selling job. "There is no reason for Patty Kay Matthews's fingerprints to be on this locker." The police chief shrugged. "Mrs. Matthews was a teacher here." But the headmaster's brow creased in a tight, puzzled frown. "Not in this building." Like me, he knew it was odd, inexplicable. 1 was willing to be generous to the opposition. "Let's imagine for a moment that Patty Kay was in this building- perhaps to talk to another teacher-and let's even
began to walk swiftly across the lawn. Dan didn't know I had recorded our conversation, including that terribly revealing "Mr. Selwyn said…" Chuck Selwyn. I couldn't wait to face him down. The sorry jerk. Dan's artless comment meant Selwyn knew that Dan wrote the notes that drove Franci to suicide. The headmaster had done nothing about it. Just as I had surmised before I talked to Brigit and Dan. But the critical difference was that Dan Forrest knew that Patty Kay had told Selwyn about him.