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"The Lord is my counselor. He encourages me to go birding in the fields. He leads me to quiet pools. He restores my soul and takes me along the right pathways of life. Yes, even if I pass by Death's dark wood, I won't be scared…"
Henry sent me a look of consternation.
When we were finally liberated, Henry took me by the elbow and we moved toward the door. William lingered behind, filing with a number of others toward the closed casket, where final respects were being paid. As Henry and I passed into the corridor, I glanced back and saw William engaged in an earnest chat with the minister. We went through the front door to the covered porch that ran the width of the building. The crowd had subdivided, half still in the chapel, the other half lighting up cigarettes in the parking lot. The scent of sulfur matches permeated the air.
This was funeral weather, the morning chilly and gray. By early afternoon, the cloud cover would probably clear, but in the meantime the sky was dreary.
I looked to my right, inadvertently catching sight of a departing mourner with a slight limp. "Simone?"
She turned and looked at me. Now I'm an haute couture ignoramus, but today she was wearing an outfit even I recognized. The two-piece 'ensemble' (to use fashion magazine talk) was the work of a designer who'd amassed a fortune making women look ill-shapen, overdressed, and foolish. She turned away, her body rocking as she hobbled toward her car.
I touched Henry's arm. "I'll be right back."
Simone wasn't actually ru
She stopped in her tracks, letting me pull abreast.
"What's your hurry?"
She turned on me in cold fury. "I got a call from Rhe Parsons. You're going to ruin Tippy's life. I think you're a shit and I don't want to talk to you."
"Hey, wait a minute. I got news for you. I don't make up the facts. I'm being paid to investigate-"
She cut in. "Oh, right. That's a good one. And who paid you? David Barney, by any chance? He's good-looking and single, I'm sure he'd be willing to cut you in on the deal."
"Of course it wasn't David. What's the matter with you? If she committed a crime-"
"The girl was sixteen years old!"
"The girl was drunk," I said. "I don't care what age she was. She has to take responsibility-"
"Don't try that righteous tone on me. I don't have time for this," she said and began to walk away. She reached her car and fumbled with her keys. She got in and slammed the door shut.
"You're pissed because this gets David Barney off the hook."
She rolled the window down. "I'm pissed because David Barney is a horrible man. He's despicable. I'm pissed because good people have to suffer while the bad people walk away with everything."
"You think just because you don't like some guy it's okay to see him falsely convicted of murder?"
"He hated Iz." She put the key in the ignition, turned the engine over, and released the hand brake.
"That doesn't mean he killed her. You were not exactly without a motive yourself."
"Me?"
"The accident you were involved in was her fault, wasn't it? I heard she was drunk and left the car in the drive without the brake pulled on. Because of her, you lost any hope of having children. That's a big price to pay when you'd been cleaning up after her for most of your life. It couldn't have sat well with you-"
"That's ridiculous. People don't murder other people over things like that."
"Of course they do. Pick up the newspaper any day of the week."
"David Barney's full of shit. He'd do anything to shift the blame."
"This didn't come from him. It came from someone else."
"And who was that?"
"I'd rather not go into that…"
"Well, you're a fool if you believe it."
"I didn't say I believed it, but the point is a good one."
"Which is what?"
"Other people had a motive for wanting her dead. We've all been so busy believing David Barney did it, we haven't looked at anyone else."
She seemed momentarily stumped by the thought and then her gaze shifted slyly. "Well, then. Why don't you look in the right direction?"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying Yolanda Weidma
"But he didn't seem bitter when I talked to him."
"I didn't say he was bitter. Yolanda's the one. She's really a spider, not a woman you'd want to cross."
"I'm listening."
"You've met the woman. You tell me."
I shrugged. "Personally, I couldn't stand her. I spent half an hour over there and she put him down constantly, all these barbs and zingers, little ha-has at his expense. I'd rather see a knock-down, drag-out fight. At least it's honest. She seemed… I don't know… wily."
Simone smiled slightly. "Ah, yes. She's very cu
"But the woman must be sixty-five years old if she's a day. It's hard to believe she'd turn to murder."
"You don't know Yolanda. I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner. As for her age, she's in better shape than I am." She broke off eye contact and her ma
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I retraced my steps, moving toward the entrance. I could see Henry heading off across the parking lot toward his car. The first cluster of mourners had dispersed to some extent and those who remained in the chapel were just emerging. William appeared from the cool depths of the funeral home, looking somehow offended and confused. He was holding his fedora, which he placed squarely on his head with a slight adjustment to the brim. "I don't understand what denomination that was."
"I think the service is meant to cover all bets," I said.
He looked back over his shoulder at the facade with disapproval. "The building looks like a restaurant."
"Well, you know, eating out is close to a religion these days," I said dryly. "People used to tithe to the church. Now the ten percent goes to the waiter instead."
"It wasn't very satisfactory as funerals go. In Michigan, we conduct these services properly. I understand there's not even going to be a graveside ceremony. Very disrespectful, if you ask me."
"It's just as well," I said. "From what I know of Morley, he didn't have a highly developed spiritual side and he probably wouldn't have wanted any kind of fuss made about his death. Anyway, his wife is ill and might not have been up for more than this." I didn't mention that the body would probably be whisked over to the coroner's office within the hour.
"Where did Henry go?" William asked.
"He's bringing the car around, I think."
"Will you be coming back to the house with us? We're having a light lunch on the patio and we'd be happy to have you join us. We invited Rose, hoping to reciprocate her many courtesies."
"I wish I could, but I have something to take care of. I'll stop by a little later and see what you're up to."