Fruit of the Poisoned Tree plgm-2

by Joyce Lavene

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  Banana

  Botanical: Musa sapientum

  Family: Musaceae

  The banana has a history that follows our own civilization. Called fruit of the wise men, Alexander wrote of it in 327 B.C. Arabian slave traders are credited with naming it banan, “finger,” for the shape of it. The banana tree is actually not a tree at all but a giant herb. Cultivated bananas will not grow from seed, only from rootstock.

  PEGGY DID THE INTRODUCTIONS. The look on Hunter’s face didn’t change. She glared at the other attorney while Peggy was speaking. “I think you and I should step into another room for a word, Counselor.” Hunter opened the door to the small sitting room on the right and waited for David—Davey—to join her.

  He shrugged and finally followed her, closing the door behind them . . . after closing his suit coat in it and extracting it.

  Beth turned to Peggy. “I know what this looks like. This thing with Park and Cindy was terrible. I was out of my head when I told him to get that insurance policy before he came back to me. I don’t know what difference I thought it would make. I suppose I thought the money aspect would affect him. I don’t know. But I didn’t kill Park or Isabelle. You have to believe me.”

  “I do. But there are some questions here that need answers.” Peggy grasped Beth’s hands firmly in her own. “It may be hard on you while they ask the questions, but you want to know the truth about what happened to Park, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.” Beth squeezed Peggy’s hands in return. “I’m just terrified. I’m not only worried about myself. I’m worried about Reddman and Foxx. What if I lose them, too?”

  “We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen! But it’s not going to be easy for them either. Maybe your parents could take the boys home with them for a while until we get this cleared up.”

  “I don’t want to sound selfish, Peggy, but I don’t know if I can stay in the house alone right now. I want to protect the boys, but I’m so alone without Park. The house seems so empty.”

  “Pack a few things and stay with me,” Peggy suggested. “You can answer questions just as well from here. And you know I have plenty of space. It’s a little chilly because that stupid furnace is screwed up, but I’d love to have you here.”

  Beth blinked tears out of her eyes as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Thank you, Peggy. You’re so strong. I hope you don’t mind if I lean on you for a while.”

  “I’m here for you.” Peggy grinned, tears in her eyes. “We’ll see this through. Frankly, I’m more worried about Shakespeare knocking you down the stairs than I am you being blamed for Park’s death. We just have to find out what happened to him and who was responsible.”

  As Beth was about to speak, the sitting room door burst open, and Hunter raced out, waving her hands and talking so quickly, Beth and Peggy could barely understand her. Her face was red and her hair was messed up. Her burnt-red lipstick was smudged. “Well, I think we settled that issue. I’m your attorney, Beth. I’m advising you to answer any questions the police have regarding your husband’s death. We have nothing to hide, right? I’ll be there with you the whole time. You’re innocent. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

  David walked out slowly behind her. He was straightening his blue striped tie and trying to smooth his dark brown hair back but hadn’t touched the trace of burnt-red lipstick by the side of his mouth. One persistent strand of hair stood straight up on his head. He cleared his throat. “I think Hunter will do a good job for you, Beth. We knew each other briefly in school. She’s a good attorney. We talked, and we’ll be talking for a while. I mean, until you get through this. Then we’ll probably still be talking, of course. Maybe about different issues. But still talking.”

  Peggy smiled and offered him a tissue to wipe off the lipstick. “That much is obvious.”

  The attorney’s lean face suffused with pink as he took the hint and scrubbed the tissue against his mouth. “Anyway. I have to go. Hunter has agreed to keep her breast firm . . . I mean to keep the firm abreast of the investigation. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, Beth. We’re here for you and the boys.”

  She thanked him, glancing at Hunter curiously. “Thank you for your help, David. I’ll be staying here with Peggy for a while until we get things straightened out.”

  “Good idea.” He cleared his throat and gruffly told Hunter, “I’ll talk to you later. Good-bye, Peggy. Sorry for the interruption. I hope you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine,” she reassured him, trying her best not to laugh as he almost tripped over a cane chair.

  “I’ll walk you to your car to fill you in on some of the details, Davey,” Hunter volunteered with a wide smile, giving up on maintaining her professional demeanor.

  “Thank you.” He opened the door for her. “We’ll just discuss a few more ideas about the . . . case . . . out here,” he explained to Peggy and Beth. He grinned and walked outside with Hunter, closing the door behind them.

  “Well!” Peggy rolled her expressive green eyes. “That was interesting. Do you get the idea they may have been more than acquaintances in school?”

  “I guess they’ll keep each other well-informed.” Beth sighed sadly. “It’s not going to be easy being alone, is it? I know you must be glad you have Steve in your life now. He seems so nice.”

  “He is,” Peggy said. “And you’ll find someone else, too. I know it’s too soon to see that right now. But at least you have Foxx and Reddman.”

  “I know.” Beth smiled. “And I’m happy I had Park all this time. But now I’ve lost my ride back to the house. You don’t by any chance have another bicycle do you?”

  “No. But I’m going to call a taxi anyway, or I’ll be late. He can drop you at your house after he leaves me at the precinct.” She explained about the horse chestnut honey samples.

  “And you really think eating that honey killed Park?”

  “I think it was a factor.” Peggy called for the taxi, then put on her coat and scarf. “Maybe it was just an accident on the part of the honey manufacturer. Not all botanical poisonings happen on purpose. Most are accidental.”

  They talked about the honey all the way to the uptown precinct. Peggy gave Beth a house key and told her to feel free to come and go, as she paid the driver’s fare. “I have to close up the shop when I’m done here. I should be home by seven, but if there’s a delivery, I could be later. Help yourself to some food. But whatever you do, don’t let the dog out of the laundry room. I’m afraid his lesson in obedience didn’t go well today. It may be a while before he can be in the house again.”

  “Thank you, Peggy.” Beth took the key with a smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  Waving as the taxi pulled away, Peggy glanced at her watch, then hurried into the police station. The sergeant at the desk sent her back to forensics with a visitor’s badge clipped to her sweater. She saw Mai waiting outside a door in the hall and called to her. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to settle a few things.” She explained about Beth, Hunter, and David.

  Mai frowned. “I’m not sure you should tell me anything else. This doesn’t look good for your friend. I work for the police. I can’t take sides. I can’t be your confidant in this.”

  “Is something wrong?” Peggy was surprised by her attitude. Mai was helpful, determined to find the truth whether it was good for the case or not.

  “I found out that I’m up for promotion,” Mai whispered with a shy, proud smile. “I might be the next senior assistant medical examiner. That means a lot to me, and I don’t want to do the wrong thing and mess it up. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s all right.” Peggy smiled and patted the younger woman’s arm. “You work hard. You deserve the promotion. I’ll try not to make this bad for you.”

  “Thanks. I’m glad you understand. The ME is waiting for you. We should go in.”

  Peggy paused. “Would the promotion affect the situation with you and Paul?”

  “Y
ou mean about the house?” Mai shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I still have so many doubts that have nothing to do with finances. I don’t know what to say. Have you spoken to him about it?”

  Recalling her last visit with her son, Peggy shook her head. “No. He was upset with me about the honey. I thought it might be best to catch him when he’s more . . . amenable.”

  Mai opened the door to the ME’s lab. “When it comes to talking about this house,” she told Peggy, “he’s never more amenable. Don’t worry about it. We’ll work it out. I’m sorry I tried to involve you. It was wrong. You’re Paul’s mother.”

  “I’m also your friend, I hope.”

  Mai smiled at her. “You are. Sorry. There’s just so much going on right now. I think I’m getting confused.”

  Peggy didn’t have a chance to assure her she could handle it. When they walked into the spotless lab, there were people walking back and forth, some stopping to talk to Mai. The lab area was huge. Mai pointed out various aspects of what they could do with evidence that was collected. A new DNA processor stood proudly in the center of the room.

  “We still don’t have all the resources the state crime lab has in Raleigh,” Mai explained as they passed a shower for washing off chemicals. “But we’re finally catching up. We handle evidence here from several counties besides Mecklenburg. Hundreds of cases come through here, everything from burglaries and shoplifting to rape, arson, and homicide.”

  “You must be the infamous Peggy Lee.” A tall, stout man in a white lab coat joined them. He wore heavy glasses that were reminiscent of the ones so popular in England thirty years ago. He held out a hand to her. “I’m Dr. Harold Ramsey, Chief Medical Examiner for Mecklenburg County.”

  “I don’t know about the infamous part.” Peggy put her hand in his and squeezed. “But the name is right. How do you do, Dr. Ramsey? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  He ran a hand across his thinning dark hair that was swept forward to cover an obvious bald spot on top of his head, then held his hands behind him and rocked back on his heels. “You know, you’re alternately a devil and an angel around these parts, depending on the day and the person speaking. You don’t sing, by any chance, do you? There’s no real connection between you and the other Peggy Lee, is there?”

  “No, I’m afraid not. I didn’t even come upon the name until after I was married. My husband used to beg me not to sing in the shower.”

  He nodded. “That’s right. Wife of Detective John Lee. Mother of Officer Paul Lee. Any other relatives on the force?”

  “Not that I know of. Really, two is more than enough. I did everything I could to discourage my son from taking the badge after his father died. But you know how it is when you’re young, Dr. Ramsey. You see everything in black and white.”

  “I thought everyone saw everything in black and white at all ages, Mrs. Lee.” He peered at her quizzically down the length of his broad nose. “I know I do. I thought it might be a common failing.”

  “I’m sure it comes in handy with your job. But life has taught me there are colors, shades, variances, as well. I wanted Paul to see that.”

  He laughed. “Maybe he will someday. In the meantime, I believe you have some samples for me. Horse Chestnut honey. Killing someone with honey! What a concept!”

  “We don’t know yet if it was deliberate or an accident, do we?” She gave him the samples. “I collected these from various places. You’ll see the locations marked on the slides. I’m not sure how they’ll help you in this case.”

  Dr. Ramsey set one of the slides in place on his microscope and stared into the lens. “They give us a source of reference, actually. You’re a respected botanist. I’ve read some of your work on botanical poisons. I think we can use you as an expert witness on this case. Are you up for that?”

  Mai looked at her, too, encouraging her with her large, almond-shaped brown eyes. Peggy wasn’t sure what to say. Not that she believed her testimony about the honey would have any impact on Beth, since her friend wouldn’t be on trial. But what if she was wrong? What if she couldn’t help Beth prove her innocence? Would she want to face her across a courtroom giving evidence for the prosecution?

  “I didn’t realize it would be such a difficult decision.” Ramsey continued to look at the sample under the microscope. “Surely you’ve done it before?”

  “Not really.” Peggy looked away from Mai. “I’ve answered some questions about poison for one or two police departments, but I’ve never testified in court.”

  Ramsey looked up and focused on her. “Let’s say I won’t call you unless it’s necessary. Would that work?”

  “I suppose so. It’s not that I don’t want to help. It’s just that—”

  “Yes, I know. Your friend.” Ramsey put another slide on the microscope. “I know about your personal involvement in the case. But sometimes, we have to put our personal feelings aside in the pursuit of justice. As the widow of a police detective killed on the streets, you must agree.”

  She took a deep breath. From the corner of her eye, she could see Mai. She was pleading with her eyes not to make a scene. She was afraid it was too late for that. No wonder the poor girl didn’t like the ME. He was an obnoxious man! “I don’t think I can be your expert witness in this, Dr. Ramsey. I wouldn’t be pursuing justice if it didn’t involve my personal feelings and my friend. I don’t believe she killed her husband. I’m sure she’ll be exonerated. And that has nothing to do with my husband’s death, though I appreciate your tact in reminding me.”

  Ramsey swiveled back to her, taking off his glasses to look at her. “The lieutenant may feel differently. I contacted Elmwood Farms this morning. There haven’t been any other cases of poisoned honey reported to them. It looks like this is the only one.”

  Peggy took the information in stride. “That doesn’t make Beth guilty of anything. A hundred other people could have put that honey in the basket. Including their housekeeper. And Park was eating it before he got back from Philadelphia.”

  “Can you prove that?”

  “Not yet. But—”

  “I’m sure you know as much about the process as I do, Dr. Lee. I hope you’re right, and your friend isn’t guilty of this. But I believe your conclusion about the honey and the pollen we found in Mr. Lamonte’s system is correct. I’m going to hand over our findings to the lieutenant and the DA’s office. Good luck to you. Thank you for bringing in the slides. I’ll have Mai call you if we need you again.”

  Ramsey went back to study the slide. Peggy realized she’d been dismissed when Mai gently took her arm to lead her out of the lab. Annoyed, she stood her ground. “Is that it?”

  He looked up from the microscope, one dark brow arched. “Yes. Unless you have some other crucial evidence to share.”

  “Not really, but—”

  “Then I have to get back to work.” He frowned at Mai.

  “I came all the way over here for you to tell me what I already knew,” she challenged.

  He shrugged. “I’d be willing to share more, but you obviously aren’t interested in working with us because of your friend’s supposed innocence. Good day, Dr. Lee.”

  “Good day, Dr. Ramsey!” She huffed and strode quickly out of the lab with Mai trailing after her. “You were right about him. He’s very annoying!”

  They paused in the hall, Mai twisting her fingers together as she looked at Peggy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know about him contacting Elmwood Farms. It sounds bad for your friend.”

  “That’s all right. As you said, you deserve this promotion. Don’t do anything to jeopardize it. We’ll find our way. I’ll talk to you later.”

  Mai reached over and hugged her quickly. “I have to go. I hope it works out.”

  Peggy hugged her back. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

  But on the way over to the Potting Shed in the taxi, Peggy wasn’t so sure. Someone gave Park poisoned honey. With the information from Elmwood Farms, that meant Park was the only one. Beth had the opportu
nity to add the poisoned honey to the jar Park brought home from the hotel. She had the motive of ten million dollars and her husband sleeping with his ex-wife.

  Except for the gray look to Park’s face in Philadelphia, Peggy might be tempted to suspect Beth as well, at least on an objective level. She looked like a good suspect in theory.

  But Peggy firmly believed Park was already eating the poisoned honey before he came home. She had no way to prove it besides her own instincts. Those wouldn’t impress anyone. She had to have more. There had to be some way to prove the honey was poisoned before it came to Charlotte.

  By the time Peggy reached Brevard Court, Selena was in the middle of a last-minute rush at the Potting Shed. It happened frequently just before the shop closed. Together, they managed to get the last ten customers out the door and lock up before anyone else could come in.

  “Wow! They must’ve been waiting for the cold weather. It zapped them into buying supplies for spring.” Selena sat down hard in the rocking chair, one hand automatically stabilizing the snowman beside her.

  “Sorry I was running late.” Peggy started cleaning out the cash register, getting the cash, checks, and credit card receipts ready to go to the bank. “I seem to be chronically late recently. I think I’m trying to do more than I can handle. Who knew the shop would pick up so much business so quickly?”

  “You could make this your last semester at Queens,” Selena suggested. “You’re only part time there anyway. I think there’s plenty to do here now. The shop could use a full-time owner.”

  “That’s never been the problem,” Peggy said. “I guess I’m just afraid to give up my professorship again. I’m not a spring chicken, in case you haven’t noticed. They may not take me back if I need the money again.”

  “That’s true, I suppose.” Selena laughed. “Except the chicken part. If anyone is a spring chicken, it must be you.”

  Peggy sighed. “No matter what, I’m under contract until June 1 with Queens. I guess I’ll see how it’s going by then. I may have to make a leap of faith.”