Just One Look
“I already talked to the Ho-Ho-Kus detectives,” she said.
“I know that.”
“I really don’t know any more, Officer . . . ?”
“Perlmutter,” he said. “Captain Stuart Perlmutter.”
She turned back toward the bed. Mike had his shirt off. His belly rose and fell as if it were being inflated at a gas station. He was overweight, Mike, and the act of breathing, just breathing, seemed to put undue stress on him. He should have taken better care of his health. She should have insisted on it.
“Who’s with your kids?” Perlmutter asked.
“Mike’s brother and sister-in-law.”
“Anything I can get you?”
“No.”
Charlaine changed her grip on Mike’s hand.
“I was going over your statement.”
She did not reply.
“Do you mind if I ask you a few follow-up questions?”
“I’m not sure I understand,” Charlaine said.
“Pardon?”
“I live in Ho-Ho-Kus. What does Kasselton have to do with it?”
“I’m just helping out.”
She nodded, though she had no idea why. “I see.”
“According to your statement, you were looking out your bedroom window when you saw the hide-a-key on Mr. Sykes’s back path. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s why you called the police?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know Mr. Sykes?”
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on that rising and falling stomach. “To say hello.”
“You mean like a neighbor?”
“Yes.”
“When was the last time you talked to him?”
“I didn’t. I mean, I never really talked to him.”
“Just the neighborly hellos.”
She nodded.
“And the last time you did that?”
“Waved hello?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. A week ago maybe.”
“I’m a little confused, Mrs. Swain, so maybe you can help me out here. You saw a hide-a-key on the path and just decided to call the police—”
“I also saw movement.”
“Pardon?”
“Movement. I saw something move in the house.”
“Like someone was inside?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know it wasn’t Mr. Sykes?”
She turned around. “I didn’t. But I also saw the hide-a-key.”
“Lying there. In plain sight.”
“Yes.”
“I see. And you put two and two together?”
“Right.”
Perlmutter nodded as if suddenly understanding. “And if Mr. Sykes had been the one to use the hide-a-key, he wouldn’t have just tossed it onto the path. Was that your thinking?”
Charlaine said nothing.
“Because, see, that’s what’s weird to me, Mrs. Swain. This guy who broke into the house and assaulted Mr. Sykes. Why would he have left the hide-a-key out in plain sight like that? Wouldn’t he have hidden it or taken it inside with him?”
Silence.
“And there’s something else. Mr. Sykes sustained his injuries at least twenty-four hours before we found him. Do you think the hide-a-key was out on that path the whole time?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“No, I guess you wouldn’t. It’s not like you stare at his backyard or anything.”
She just looked at him.
“Why did you and your husband follow him, the guy who broke into the Sykes place, I mean?”
“I told the other officer—”
“You were trying to help out, so we wouldn’t lose him.”
“I was also afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That he’d know I called the police.”
“Why would you worry about that?”
“I was watching from the window. When the police arrived. He turned and looked out and saw me.”
“And you thought, what, he’d go after you?”
“I don’t know. I was scared, that’s all.”
Perlmutter did that over-nod bit again. “I guess that fits. I mean some of the pieces, well, you have to force them down, but that’s normal. Most cases don’t make perfect sense.”
She turned away from him again.
“You say he was driving a Ford Windstar.”
“That’s right.”
“He pulled out of the garage in that vehicle, right?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see the license plate?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Why do you think he did that?”
“Did what?”
“Parked in the garage.”
“I have no idea. Maybe so no one would see his car.”
“Yeah, okay, that adds up.”
Charlaine took her husband’s hand again. She remembered the last time they’d held hands. Two months ago, when they went to see a romantic comedy with Meg Ryan. Strangely enough Mike was a sucker for “chick flicks.” His eyes welled up during bad romance movies. In real life, she could only remember seeing him cry once, when his father died. But at movies Mike sat in the dark and you would see a little quake in the face and then, yes, the tears would start. That night he reached out and took her hand, and what Charlaine remembered most—what tormented her now—was being unmoved. Mike had tried to interlace their fingers, but she shifted hers just enough to block him. That was how little it meant to Charlaine, nothing really, this overweight man with the comb-over reaching out to her.
“Could you please leave now?” she asked Perlmutter.
“You know I can’t.”
She closed her eyes.
“I know about your tax problem.”
She stayed still.
“In fact, you called H&R Block this morning about it, isn’t that right? That’s where Mr. Sykes worked.”
She didn’t want to let go of the hand, but it felt as though Mike was pulling away.
“Mrs. Swain?”
“Not here,” Charlaine said to Perlmutter. She let the hand drop and stood. “Not in front of my husband.”
chapter 22
Nursing home residents are always in and happy to have a visitor. Grace called the number and a perky woman answered. “Starshine Assisted Living!”
“I’d like to know about visiting hours,” Grace said.
“We don’t have them!” She spoke in exclamations.
“Excuse me?”