A is for Alibi by Sue Grafton Page A
Authors: Sue Grafton
Tags: Fiction, General, detective, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery, Detective and Mystery Stories, Mystery Fiction, Women Private Investigators - California, Political, Hard-Boiled, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Women Private Investigators, Women Authors, California, Authors, Millhone, American, Women Detectives, Fiction - Mystery, Kinsey (Fictitious character), Mystery & Detective - Hard-Boiled
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want is to have my son back. And I want to lie on the beach and drink Perrier and wear my own clothes. And eat in restaurants and when I'm not doing that, I want to cook. And sleep late and take bubble baths..." She stopped and laughed at herself and then took a deep breath. "So. No, I don't want to risk my freedom."
Her eyes met mine and I smiled in response. "You better hit the road," I said.
Chapter 7
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I stopped off at the Montebello Pharmacy while I was in the neighborhood. The pharmacist, whose name tag said "Carroll Sims," was in his fifties, medium height, with mild brown eyes behind mild tortoiseshell frames. He was in the midst of explaining to quite an old woman exactly what her medication was and how it should be taken. She was both puzzled and exasperated by the explanation but Sims was tactful, answering her flustered inquiries with a benign goodwill. I could imagine people showing him their warts and cat bites, describing chest pains and urinary symptoms across the counter. When it was my turn, I wished I had some little ill I could tell him about. Instead, I showed him my I.D.
"What can I do for you?"
"Did you happen to work here eight years ago when Laurence Fife was murdered?"
"Well I sure did. I own the place. Are you a friend of his?"
"No," I said, "I've been hired to look into the whole case again. I thought this was a logical place to start."
"I don't think I can be much help. I can tell you the medication he was taking, dosage, number of refills, the doctor who prescribed it, but I can't tell you how the switch was made. Well, I can tell you that. I just can't tell you who did it."
Most of the information Sims gave me I already knew. Laurence was taking an antihistamine called HistaDril, which he'd been on for years. He consulted an allergist about once a year and the rest of the time the refill on the medication was, automatically okayed. The only thing Sims told me that I hadn't known was that HistaDril had recently been taken off the market because of possible carcinogenic side-effects.
"In other words, if Fife had just taken the medication for a few more years, he might have gotten cancer and died anyway."
"Maybe," the pharmacist said. We stared at one another for a moment.
"I don't suppose you have any idea who killed him," I said.
"Nope."
"Well, I guess that's that. Did you see any of the trial?"
"Just when I testified. I identified the pill bottle as one of ours. It had been pretty recently refilled but Fife himself had done that and we'd chitchatted at the time. He'd been taking HistaDril for so long we hardly needed to talk about that."
"Do you remember what you did talk about?"
"Oh, the usual thing. I think there was a fire burning across the backside of the city about that time and we talked about that. A lot of people with allergies were bothered by the increase in air pollution."
"Was it bothering him?"
"It bothered everyone a little bit but I don't remember him being any worse off than anyone else."
"Well," I said, "I thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, will you give me a buzz? I'm in the book."
"Sure, if I think of anything," he said.
It was midafternoon and I wasn't meeting Gwen again until 6:00. I felt restless and out of sorts. Bit by bit, I was putting together background information, but nothing was really happening yet, and as far as I knew nothing might ever come of it. As far as the state of California was concerned, justice had been served and only Nikki Fife stood in contradiction of this. Nikki and the nameless, faceless killer of Laurence Fife who had enjoyed eight years of immunity from prosecution, eight years of freedom that I was now being hired to violate. At some point, I was bound to tread on someone's toes and that someone was not going to be happy with me.
I decided to go spy on Marcia Threadgill. At the time she tripped on that crack in the sidewalk, she had just come from the craft shop, having purchased items necessary
Her eyes met mine and I smiled in response. "You better hit the road," I said.
Chapter 7
----
I stopped off at the Montebello Pharmacy while I was in the neighborhood. The pharmacist, whose name tag said "Carroll Sims," was in his fifties, medium height, with mild brown eyes behind mild tortoiseshell frames. He was in the midst of explaining to quite an old woman exactly what her medication was and how it should be taken. She was both puzzled and exasperated by the explanation but Sims was tactful, answering her flustered inquiries with a benign goodwill. I could imagine people showing him their warts and cat bites, describing chest pains and urinary symptoms across the counter. When it was my turn, I wished I had some little ill I could tell him about. Instead, I showed him my I.D.
"What can I do for you?"
"Did you happen to work here eight years ago when Laurence Fife was murdered?"
"Well I sure did. I own the place. Are you a friend of his?"
"No," I said, "I've been hired to look into the whole case again. I thought this was a logical place to start."
"I don't think I can be much help. I can tell you the medication he was taking, dosage, number of refills, the doctor who prescribed it, but I can't tell you how the switch was made. Well, I can tell you that. I just can't tell you who did it."
Most of the information Sims gave me I already knew. Laurence was taking an antihistamine called HistaDril, which he'd been on for years. He consulted an allergist about once a year and the rest of the time the refill on the medication was, automatically okayed. The only thing Sims told me that I hadn't known was that HistaDril had recently been taken off the market because of possible carcinogenic side-effects.
"In other words, if Fife had just taken the medication for a few more years, he might have gotten cancer and died anyway."
"Maybe," the pharmacist said. We stared at one another for a moment.
"I don't suppose you have any idea who killed him," I said.
"Nope."
"Well, I guess that's that. Did you see any of the trial?"
"Just when I testified. I identified the pill bottle as one of ours. It had been pretty recently refilled but Fife himself had done that and we'd chitchatted at the time. He'd been taking HistaDril for so long we hardly needed to talk about that."
"Do you remember what you did talk about?"
"Oh, the usual thing. I think there was a fire burning across the backside of the city about that time and we talked about that. A lot of people with allergies were bothered by the increase in air pollution."
"Was it bothering him?"
"It bothered everyone a little bit but I don't remember him being any worse off than anyone else."
"Well," I said, "I thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, will you give me a buzz? I'm in the book."
"Sure, if I think of anything," he said.
It was midafternoon and I wasn't meeting Gwen again until 6:00. I felt restless and out of sorts. Bit by bit, I was putting together background information, but nothing was really happening yet, and as far as I knew nothing might ever come of it. As far as the state of California was concerned, justice had been served and only Nikki Fife stood in contradiction of this. Nikki and the nameless, faceless killer of Laurence Fife who had enjoyed eight years of immunity from prosecution, eight years of freedom that I was now being hired to violate. At some point, I was bound to tread on someone's toes and that someone was not going to be happy with me.
I decided to go spy on Marcia Threadgill. At the time she tripped on that crack in the sidewalk, she had just come from the craft shop, having purchased items necessary
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