Echoes in Death (In Death 44)

“Your family,” Eve began. Daphne went stiff.

“No. No, they’re not here.”

Since the mention of her family had put that look back in Daphne’s eyes, Eve let it go.

“You could stay in a hotel. We’d keep a police officer with you. You’re going to need some things from the house.”

“I … I could get things from the store.”

“Yeah, you could.” Eve sat in the facing chair, gesturing for Peabody to sit on the side of the bed. Casual, she thought, nonthreatening. “We can take care of that for you, if you give us a list. Or we could bring you things from the house, your own things.”

“I—maybe. I need a few things, and, well, I don’t have any way to pay right now. They gave me a basic kit. For the bathroom, but—”

“A girl wants her own hair and face products,” Peabody pointed out. “Maybe your makeup, some comfortable clothes. Those are nice pajamas.”

“Jilly—one of the nurses? She got them for me. She said they’d just add the cost onto the bill. I…” Her eyes filled. “I don’t know how to pay the bill. There’s insurance, but I … I don’t know how it works, or what I would owe over that. I talked to Del—Dr. Nobel—and he said not to worry about it yet, and that when I was ready I should talk to the lawyer, the one in charge of my husband’s—Anthony’s estate.”

“That sounds sensible. As a matter of fact, I was planning to contact the lawyer today, just to discuss some details.”

Relief visibly flooded her face. “Oh, then maybe you could ask him what I should do. How to pay the hospital, and for a hotel if I have to leave.”

“I’ll talk to him. That’s Randall Wythe, right?”

“I think—yes. I signed papers before my husband and I were married. The legal papers, but after that my husband handled all the legal business.”

“Okay. Daphne, you know there are two other couples who were attacked, who’ve been through what you’re going through.”

Daphne pressed her lips together, nodded.

“You met them. You worked with one of them on a committee. And met the other at an event once.”

“I did?”

“Rosa Patrick.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember. I can’t remember anyone with that name. I’m terrible at remembering things.” Her breath began to shorten. “I have to try harder. It’s rude and embarrassing to forget someone’s name.”

“No, it’s not,” Eve said. Daphne just blinked at her. “She wasn’t married when you worked together. So she was Rosa Hernandez.”

“Oh, of course. Yes, I remember. I remember Rosa. She was so smart and very patient. I make so many mistakes, but she—”

“Really? Because Rosa told me she thought you were great at the work.”

“Oh, she was just being kind.”

“No, she wasn’t. She said she’d hoped to work with you again, and had even asked about you when it was time to put together that event again.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. She was very clear on that.”

“I thought…”

“What?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Lowering her eyes, Daphne stared at her hands. “I’m sorry we lost touch.”

“She feels the same about you. The other woman. Lori Brinkman. You didn’t exchange names, so you won’t remember her that way. You just happened to run into her at an event. Last spring, the Celebrate Art Gala. Do you remember attending that?”