wife.
“Wait— you said you found his body?” Iris asked. “Was he mugged?”
Without answering her question, Malone said, “We would appreciate you coming down with us to the station to help us with our investigation.” He enunciated each word as if speaking in code. “I’m sorry to break things up here.”
“Am I under arrest?” Iris felt the need for a de-coder ring.
“No, no, nothing like that. We’d like for you to identify the body. His wife won’t be here until tomorrow. I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience,” he added as if this was the last thing he cared about.
Iris looked over to see Luc standing at the door to the kitchen. He was asking her a question with his eyes.
She looked back at him bleakly. Identify the body? Why her? But all she wanted, at that point, was to get out of there. If that meant going with this detective, she’d go.
Malone muttered under his breath “of course, a chef.” Louder he said “Anyone else in there? Maybe a butler or a chauffeur?”
Louise peeked from behind Luc. “Just me.”
“Go sit in there with the others. Connors, two more,” he yelled over.
As Iris was collecting her purse from the entry closet, Ellie and Mack came up behind her. “We’re coming with you, Iris. Detective Malone, you can take our statements down at the station.”
Chapter 11
I ris braced herself and dialed the number for her brother, Stirling . Her sister-in-law, Leesa , answered with, “He’s in the middle of ‘Law and Order,’ Iris. Is this important?”
“Please tell him that I need him for a real-life episode. I’m down here at the Cambridge Police Station being asked questions about a dead friend.”
Stirling’s voice came on, “Good God, Iris. What have you gotten yourself into now?” She could visualize the constipated look on his face.
“I’ve done nothing wrong, Stirling . The police showed up at my Harvard Reunion and said they’d found Will Reynolds’ body this afternoon. Will had called me last week and wanted to meet today, so the police seem to think that I know something about his death. But I haven’t seen him in 20 years.”
“These things never happen at my Yale reunions. Okay, okay, have you said anything to the police?”
“ Just that Will never showed up.”
“Don’t say anything else. Is it the new station in Kendall Square? I’ll drive in now.”
Iris felt relief at having her brother come to her aid. No one messed with Stirling Reid. He was her only immediate family, so she put up with his pomposity. For once, it might work in her favor.
After Stirling agreed to drive in from Concord, Ellie and Mack, statements signed, went home.
She sat in the tiny interview room with Detective Connors, the second-in-command. It must feel pretty crowded in here when two detectives, a sweating perp and a lawyer were all jammed in together.
Her eyes kept going to the one-way glass. Were there people on the other side watching her every twitch?
“Nice building,” she said to Detective Connors to break the silence.
“We just moved over here from Central Square last month. We’re still getting used to it.” He was consulting his laptop, probably checking her criminal history. He scowled. Had he discovered that “failure to stop” citation from last year? With his bald head and thick neck he resembled a sleek seal, she thought.
Ten minutes later, her big brother and Detective Malone bustled in and placed themselves on opposite sides of the table. Stirling was wearing a suit and wingtips, as if this were how he always dressed for a Friday evening at home. Maybe it was. Stirling nodded loftily to Detective Malone to begin, and Detective Connors flipped on a wall switch to start the recorder, noting all present.
“Ms. Reid, did you ever call Mr. Reynolds on his cell phone?”
“No, I never called him at all. He called me…”
“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ Iris,” Stirling interrupted.
“Did you know what flight he
“Wait— you said you found his body?” Iris asked. “Was he mugged?”
Without answering her question, Malone said, “We would appreciate you coming down with us to the station to help us with our investigation.” He enunciated each word as if speaking in code. “I’m sorry to break things up here.”
“Am I under arrest?” Iris felt the need for a de-coder ring.
“No, no, nothing like that. We’d like for you to identify the body. His wife won’t be here until tomorrow. I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience,” he added as if this was the last thing he cared about.
Iris looked over to see Luc standing at the door to the kitchen. He was asking her a question with his eyes.
She looked back at him bleakly. Identify the body? Why her? But all she wanted, at that point, was to get out of there. If that meant going with this detective, she’d go.
Malone muttered under his breath “of course, a chef.” Louder he said “Anyone else in there? Maybe a butler or a chauffeur?”
Louise peeked from behind Luc. “Just me.”
“Go sit in there with the others. Connors, two more,” he yelled over.
As Iris was collecting her purse from the entry closet, Ellie and Mack came up behind her. “We’re coming with you, Iris. Detective Malone, you can take our statements down at the station.”
Chapter 11
I ris braced herself and dialed the number for her brother, Stirling . Her sister-in-law, Leesa , answered with, “He’s in the middle of ‘Law and Order,’ Iris. Is this important?”
“Please tell him that I need him for a real-life episode. I’m down here at the Cambridge Police Station being asked questions about a dead friend.”
Stirling’s voice came on, “Good God, Iris. What have you gotten yourself into now?” She could visualize the constipated look on his face.
“I’ve done nothing wrong, Stirling . The police showed up at my Harvard Reunion and said they’d found Will Reynolds’ body this afternoon. Will had called me last week and wanted to meet today, so the police seem to think that I know something about his death. But I haven’t seen him in 20 years.”
“These things never happen at my Yale reunions. Okay, okay, have you said anything to the police?”
“ Just that Will never showed up.”
“Don’t say anything else. Is it the new station in Kendall Square? I’ll drive in now.”
Iris felt relief at having her brother come to her aid. No one messed with Stirling Reid. He was her only immediate family, so she put up with his pomposity. For once, it might work in her favor.
After Stirling agreed to drive in from Concord, Ellie and Mack, statements signed, went home.
She sat in the tiny interview room with Detective Connors, the second-in-command. It must feel pretty crowded in here when two detectives, a sweating perp and a lawyer were all jammed in together.
Her eyes kept going to the one-way glass. Were there people on the other side watching her every twitch?
“Nice building,” she said to Detective Connors to break the silence.
“We just moved over here from Central Square last month. We’re still getting used to it.” He was consulting his laptop, probably checking her criminal history. He scowled. Had he discovered that “failure to stop” citation from last year? With his bald head and thick neck he resembled a sleek seal, she thought.
Ten minutes later, her big brother and Detective Malone bustled in and placed themselves on opposite sides of the table. Stirling was wearing a suit and wingtips, as if this were how he always dressed for a Friday evening at home. Maybe it was. Stirling nodded loftily to Detective Malone to begin, and Detective Connors flipped on a wall switch to start the recorder, noting all present.
“Ms. Reid, did you ever call Mr. Reynolds on his cell phone?”
“No, I never called him at all. He called me…”
“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ Iris,” Stirling interrupted.
“Did you know what flight he
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