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“In the middle of meetings?”
“Sometimes. And if they did, the doctor usually interrupted himself to take their calls. He loved his family. And they loved him.”
Marge said, “Did his wife or any of them ever visit Dr. Sparks at work in the hospital?”
Oliver said, “Maybe they’d drop in to say hello or have a cup of coffee with Dad?”
“You don’t drop in on someone like Dr. Sparks.”
“Did you ever meet his wife and children?”
“Occasionally, I would see one of his kids visiting with him at the hospital.”
“What about his wife?”
Liz thought a moment. “She’d come to the holiday parties.”
“What’s she like?” Marge asked.
“Reserved, religious like him. But very, very proud of her husband and family. Beams when she talks about them. An old-fashioned woman. Her family is her life.”
Oliver said, “And you observed all this by her presence at a Christmas party?”
Liz shook her head no. “Once Azor was gracious enough to invite us to the house for Sunday di
“And everyone seemed to get along.”
“To my eye, yes.”
“No tensions?” Marge asked.
“Not when I was there.” Fulton rubbed her eyes. “My husband and I used to joke they were a Norman Rockwell poster from a bygone era. Especially when you compared them to us-” She stopped talking.
“Compared to you, how?” Marge pressed.
“My personal life isn’t relevant.”
As if on cue, a rumbling motor belched loudly then suddenly stopped, leaving in its wake an uneasy silence. The door opened and a man stumbled in-long-limbed and ski
“What’s goin’ on?”
Fulton’s face had become red, a portrait of anger. “I’m going back to the hospital, Drew. An emergency.” Her eyes filled with tears.
Drew looked confused. “Huh? What time is it?”
“A quarter past one.”
“Why’re you goin’ to the hospital?”
“Because Dr. Sparks has been murdered-”
“What?”
“The hospital needs help, Drew. I have to go. Excuse me.” Covering her face, Fulton flew out of the room.
“Mur…” Drew was dazed, slumped in the pine rocker and looked at Oliver. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“God…that’s…” Drew scratched his cheek, rubbed watery blue eyes floating in seas of pink. “Think she’ll lose her job?”
Marge stared at him. “I don’t know.”
“What happened?”
Oliver walked over to the door and opened it. Anything to air the place out. Maybe the jerk would take the hint and leave. He didn’t. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”
“You’re the police?”
“Yes.”
“God, this is serious stuff, huh.”
Marge asked, “What’s your full name, sir?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name.”
“Drew McFadden. I’m not under suspicion or anything.”
Marge and Oliver traded looks. Oliver walked over to him, leaned against the bay, looked down on Drew. “Why do you think you’re under suspicion?”
Drew looked up, puzzled, had no answer. “Is Liz under suspicion?”
“Should she be?” Marge asked.
“I don’t think so.” Drew laughed. “But I don’t know much.”
A good insight, Marge thought. “She and her boss were close?”
“Real close. I often-” He stopped talking. His wife had returned. She had changed into a white shirt, black pants, and a white lab coat, ID tag with her name and picture resting on its lapel. To the police, she said, “If you need any further information, I’ll be at the hospital.” She glanced at her husband. “Henry’s bottle is in the fridge. In case I don’t get back, Marta is due in at seven.”
“I’ll take care of it, Liz.”
“Right.”
“That’s too bad about Dr. Sparks, Liz. I’m sorry.”
Fulton’s face softened. “Thank you, Drew. Go get some sleep.” To Oliver and Marge, she said. “Can I walk you out?”
“Like to use the phone first, if I could,” Oliver said.
“Help yourself,” Fulton said. “Good night.”
The door closed softly. Drew stared at the cops. “You can use the phone in the kitchen.”
Marge said, “You were saying that your wife and Dr. Sparks were very close.”
“Yeah. Yeah, they were.”
“In what way?” Oliver said.
“What way?” He wrinkled his nose. “Are you asking me if they were fooling around? I don’t think so. Liz isn’t the type. She’s like…” He sliced air. “Straight arrow. At least, I think she is. But hell, I don’t read women too well. She could be messin’ with my head and I wouldn’t know it.”
“Are you a straight arrow, sir?” Marge asked.
“Huh?”
Oliver’s smile was oily. “She means do you get around?”
Drew smiled back, but said nothing.
Oliver placed his hand on Drew’s bony shoulder. “I mean she is gone all the time.” He winked. “I know how it is.”
Drew started rocking, gave Oliver a conspiracy grin. “Liz gets pissed at me. But hell, it wasn’t my idea to get married.”
“No, I imagine it wasn’t,” Marge mumbled. Oliver shot her a dirty look. He said, “How’d she talk you into it?”
Drew smiled enigmatically.
“You knocked her up. She gave you an ultimatum.”
“Hey, I didn’t mind. I like Liz. Love the kid. Man, he’s a cute little sucker. You know, I think that’s what gets to her. I’m home a lot with the kid. We’re like real tight. Then she waltzes in on the weekends and the kid doesn’t want to go to her. ’Cause he’s used to me, u
“I understand,” Oliver said.
“Pisses her off. I keep telling her it’s only because I’m home so much. She shouldn’t worry. Once Henry figures out what a jerk his old man is, he won’t want nothing to do with me. So…I’m enjoying him while I’m still something in his eyes.”
Drew shook his head, smelled his armpits. “I really stink. I’m sorry.”
Oliver smiled. It was sincere. “You weren’t expecting company.”
“No, that’s for sure.”
“Are you a musician?” Marge asked.
“Yeah. Bass player. I’m part of the house band at Smokey’s. Regular gig. Steady income. Not much income, but it’s steady. I mean, what does Liz expect? You know, you start out in this business, thinking you’re go
Oliver glanced out the window, at the driveway. A red Miata convertible. “Nice set of wheels.”
“Thanks. Liz bought it for me after Henry was born. Bought herself a baby Benz. I say, right on. She deserves it. She works hard.” His eyes clouded. “Man, I hope she doesn’t lose her job.”
“Was she in danger of losing her job?” Marge asked.
“If she was, she didn’t tell me. She don’t tell me much about work.” Drew smelled himself again. “You want me to take a shower or something?”
Yes, screamed Marge’s brain. Instead, she said, “Nah, we’ll be leaving in a few minutes. Did she ever mention anything about her job being in jeopardy?”
“Jeopardy? Isn’t that a game show?”
“About her job being cut,” Oliver said.
Drew scrunched up his forehead. “Well, she always used to say she was the last person on Sparks ’s project. If he was go