Fixing To Die

They sat in silence for several minutes. An’gel saw that the officer in the room with them was the same tall young man from earlier in the day. He stood near the front of the room between the windows. He would have a good view of the assembled suspects, An’gel thought. He wouldn’t be able to hear whispered conversations, however.

An officer appeared in the doorway and summoned Henry Howard to the library. Henry Howard gave his wife a quick kiss, squeezed her hand, and then accompanied the officer from the room. A different officer came in to make an announcement.

“Lieutenant Steinberg requires fingerprints from everyone,” he said. “We are set up in the dining room, and I will ask you to come one at a time. We’ll start with you, ma’am.” He nodded toward Marcelline.

The housekeeper started to protest, then evidently thought better of it, and left her chair to head to the dining room. After that, the officer slowly worked his way through the group, escorting them back and forth to the dining room. Henry Howard returned about midway through, and Mary Turner was asked to join the lieutenant.

By the time the fingerprinting was done, Mary Turner was back with them, and Serenity Foster left for the library. An’gel badly wanted to talk to Mary Turner and Henry Howard. One thing she wanted to know was whether the French room door had been locked when Henry Howard went up to check on Nathan Gamble.

When Serenity returned and the officer called for Truss Wilbanks, An’gel seized the chance. She got up and stood for a moment, then casually moved over to join her hosts on the other sofa. Primrose Pace chose that moment to move from her spot near the mantel to another part of the room. She chose a chair by one of the front windows, An’gel noted.

Now that the police were treating Nathan Gamble’s death as suspicious, An’gel wondered briefly about Mrs. Pace’s claims about the man’s peaceful passing. She intended to ask the medium about that as soon as she had the opportunity.

Now, however, she focused on Henry Howard, who occupied the place between her and Mary Turner. She leaned slightly toward him and said in a low tone, “I have a question for you. When you went up to check on Nathan this morning, was his door locked?”

Henry Howard nodded. “Yes, it was. The lieutenant asked me the same thing. I used my passkey to open it.”

“Thank you,” An’gel said. She leaned back and glanced toward the front of the room at the attendant policeman. She realized he had moved a couple of steps closer to the group. He seemed intent on her. No doubt he was curious about her conversation with Henry Howard. She had more questions for her young host but decided she would wait until they were no longer under police scrutiny to pose them.

She focused her gaze on the wall across from her, over her sister’s head. She began to consider the importance of the locked bedroom door. How significant was it?

The lieutenant was treating this as a suspicious death. To An’gel, that meant murder. So, did the murderer need to be in the room to kill Nathan Gamble? If, for example, Gamble had been poisoned, the killer could have been anywhere else in the house, depending on the action of the poison and the method of administration. She wondered if Gamble took any medications. Perhaps it had been done that way. The point was, with poison, the locked door was likely less significant.

If Gamble had been murdered by some other method, the killer would have needed access to the room while the door was locked. The killer might have a passkey. The locks on the bedrooms weren’t sophisticated ones, An’gel knew. They had been updated at some point in the recent past but were definitely not state-of-the-art. Could they be easily manipulated? Another question for Henry Howard.

The killer could have come in through one of the windows from the gallery. An’gel glanced casually toward the young policeman. At the moment his attention seemed focused on Serenity Foster. An’gel leaned toward Henry Howard again. “Were the windows in the French room locked, do you know?”

“They usually are,” Henry Howard whispered. “But I didn’t check them this morning. I’m sure the police did, but they didn’t say.”

An’gel wanted to groan with frustration. Too many variables, too many questions for which she had no answers. She had no hope of being able to get those answers from Lieutenant Steinberg. An’gel was pretty sure he wouldn’t welcome any assistance from her quarter. If only Kanesha Berry was investigating this. Kanesha, the chief deputy in the sheriff’s department in Athena County, knew and respected An’gel. Though Kanesha didn’t precisely welcome An’gel’s and Dickce’s assistance, she didn’t disdain it either.