Funeral Home contacted the police when Mr. Huber found evidence that Ms. Hanratyâs death occurred under unusual circumstances.â
Susan nodded. âYes, I know.â
His eyebrows lifted in surprise. âHow do you know that?â
âThe medical examinerâs office called me to say Mr. Huber found something little and sharp, like a needle, stuck in the back of her head. He said that the funeral should be put off because there was to be anâan autopsy. Has thereâhave they finished it already?â
âYes, and we have the preliminary results. Iâm very sorry, but it appears your aunt was murdered.â
Susan leaned back in the chair. âI was afraid you were going to tell me that. But are you absolutely sure? I was thinking that maybe she fell. You know, and a nail or a needle was in the carpet, and she fell on it, andâand she didnât know it was serious. And she went to bed with just a headache and died in her sleep.â
âNo, maâam. For one thing, it wasnât a nail, or a needle. For another, it went right into her brain, killing her instantly.â
She blinked at him, shocked.
He held up a hand to forestall a response. âIâm sorry. But what that also means is that she didnât suffer. There was no evidence of a struggle, and the medical examiner told me that it happened very quickly, between one breath and the next. A little poke, and she was gone.â
âOh. Iâ¦I see.â Susan swallowed and clenched her hands shut, surprised to find one of them crumpling the card. She began to smooth it out with her fingers. âStill, itâs so horrible. And you think it might be murder? I donât see howâI mean, who would have done such a thing? And why?â
âWell, thatâs where I come in. Iâm going to see if I can figure it out. And Iâm hoping you can help me.â
He seemed in earnest, so her response was sincere. âOf course, if I can.â
âFirst of all, Iâm trying to understand the family. Whoâs who, and how theyâre related. May I ask you some questions about that?â
âAll right, Iâll tell you whatever I can.â
âGood, thank you.â He reached into an inside pocket and came up with an absurdly tiny notebook and a ballpoint pen. âYour aunt never married, is that correct?â
âYes, thatâs right,â she said.
âSo she left no children?â
âOf course not! I meanâ¦I suppose in this day and age thatâs not an impertinent question, but it certainly was in hers. My goodness, to think of Aunt Edythââ Susan had to pause a few moments, torn between indignation and laughter, before she could continue. âHer only immediate relative was a sister, Alice, who died nine years back. Alice was my mother.â
âAnd your father?â
âWas Dr. John OâNeil, also deceased. They had three children, a daughter named Margaret, who died very young, me, and a son, Stewart.â She spoke slowly, watching the detective write this down in his tiny notebook. âMy husband was David McConnell, and we had three children: Jason, Julie, who died young, and Jan. My brother, Stewart, married Terri Pepperdyne, and they have four girls: Katie, Alexandra, BernieâBernadette, but no one calls her thatâand CeeCeeâCecilia. My daughter, Jan, is married to Dr. Harvey Henderson. They have two boys, Reese and Ronnie. My son, Jason, is currently divorced and has no children. The oldest of Stewart and Terriâs children is married to Perry Frazier; thatâs Katie, who just turned twenty-one.â
âAnd all these people except your parents are alive?â asked Sgt. Rice.
âNo, my husband is also deceased.â
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
âThank you.â Susan gave a grave nod. Though it had been nearly ten years since Dave had collapsed at the office, she still