heartâs given out.
âWell, sir, we had a call from London, England. Your sister was found dead yesterday.â
âMy sister?â he repeated. âWhat do you mean, âfound deadâ?â
The deputy consulted his notebook. âHer body was discovered in the River Thames near a place called Kew and was picked up by a police river patrol just after five thirty a.m. London time.â.
Josh reached for the arm of the old colonial rocking chair and awkwardly sat down on the edge of the seat.
Julia!
He couldnât believe what the deputy was telling him. He hadnât heard from Julia in nearly a year now, but he had known why she wanted to escape to England. He had written to her from time to time, with all the latest gossip from Mill Valley, but he hadnât seriously expected her to reply, not till she was ready. He looked across the room and there she still was, in a wooden photo frame, smiling at him as if everything was fine. It was impossible to think that she was dead.
âDo they knowââ he began, but then he had to clear his throat. âDo they know how it happened?â
The deputy shook his head. âIf they do, they didnât say. All they told me was, theyâre going to be holding a post-mortem, and theyâll e-mail any further information, if itâs relevant.â
âBut what? Did she fall in, was she pushed in, or what?â
âThey didnât say, sir. Iâm sorry.â
âWell, is there anybody I can call? I mean, who did you speak to?â
The deputy copied out a name in his notebook and tore off a page. âHere you are â Detective Sergeant Paul, New Scotland Yard. Thereâs the number, too.â
Josh took the note and said, âThank you.â
âIf thereâs anything else we can do, sir, donât hesitate to call the sheriffâs department. My nameâs Rudy Goralnik.â
The deputy hovered a little longer, but when Josh saidnothing more, he mumbled an embarrassed goodbye, and left. Nancy closed the door behind him and came back into the living room. Josh looked up at her, stricken. âSheâs dead,â he whispered. âThey found her in the river.â
Nancy knelt down in front of him and put her arms around him. âOh, Josh. Iâm so sorry. I donât know what to say.â
âThe British police didnât tell them how it happened. She wouldnât have jumped in, would she? She wouldnât have tried to kill herself? I know she was depressed and everything, but she was very positive, wasnât she? Very self-protective. She wouldnât have taken her own life, ever. She would have worked things through.â
âIâll tell your patients whatâs happened,â said Nancy. âYou canât do any more animals today.â
Josh sat up straight. âIâll tell them myself. They came all this way.â
He made his way back to the kitchen, with Nancy close behind him. The man with the bull terrier still hadnât attempted to remove its muzzle, and was waiting for him with an expression on his face that was half-sheepish, half-belligerent.
âIâm sorry, sir,â said Josh. âYouâll have to make another appointment.â
âHey, listen, just because I happen to own the dog, that doesnât mean Iâm skilled in handling him, does it? You think I want my fingers bitten off? I play Hawaiian guitar.â
Josh patted him on the shoulder and said, âNever mind. Just make another appointment, will you? The clinic is closed for today.â
He went out on to the verandah and told the rest of his clients the same thing. âIâm sorry,â he heard himself saying, âbut thereâs been a kind of family tragedy.â He paused, and suddenly he couldnât stop the tears from running down his cheeks. âIâve just been told that my sister has died.â
Everybody came up to him and