the situation here?â
âAbsolutely.â
âAre you prepared to rule it was an accidental death?â
âItâs not my place to make such a ruling. Thatâs up to the medical examiner and the prosecutor. At the moment thereâs no reason to assume it was anything else.â
âIf the autopsy turned up a whacking dose of poison in her stomach, would that change your mind?â Cora said.
Harper gave her a look. âAre you trying to make trouble?â
âIâm just trying to clarify things. And I like to give you and Minami something to talk about.â
âWe have plenty to talk about, and thatâs not it. There is no poison involved in the case. I am not expecting any poison involved in the case, and there damn well better not be any poison involved in the case. If there is any poison in the case, Iâm going to want to know why you suspected poison in the case.â
âI donât suspect poison in the case. That was a hypothetical example. If you want my opinion, this is an accidental death, and we can all chalk it up and move on.â Cora jerked her thumb at Minami. âOf course, she may have other ideas.â She gestured to Becky. âAnd she may have other ideas. Clearly, they conflict.â She smiled. âWhich puts you in the perfect position to do anything you want to. Which is only fitting for a chief of police.â
Harper put up his hands. âWait a minute, wait a minute. Why is any of this happening? There is no crime here. Much as you might love to drum one up.â
âMe?â Cora said. âIâm not drumming it up. She is. There is one very suspicious circumstance here, Chief, and I hate to spill it in
front of these two women, but theyâve undoubtedly copped to it anyway or they wouldnât be doing this. Jason has a perfect alibi for the time his wife was killed. Perfect. Ironclad. You couldnât draw it up any better. Youâre his alibi witness. You and the whole damn police force. If I were going to bump off a husbandâand God knows, Iâve wanted toâI canât think of a better plan than to have him apparently killed at a time when I was in jail. Not that I was in jail that often, you understand, stillââ
âCora.â
âAnyway, thatâs undoubtedly what has attracted these two women to this crime. That and the fact that one of them gets to charge a fee.â
Harper snorted in exasperation.
Cora smiled. âHope I set everything straight, Chief. Well, gotta go.â
Cora started out. She turned back in the doorway, her eyes twinkling. âYou kids have fun.â
Chapter 10
Becky Baldwinâs law office was a second-floor walk-up down the side street over the pizza parlor. Becky had just started up the stairs when a hand reached out and grabbed her. She wheeled around.
It was Cora.
âWhat are you doing? You scared me to death.â
âWe need to talk.â
âWe have nothing to talk about. You sold me out back there.â
âThatâs what I want to talk about.â
âWell, you should. I thought we were friends.â
âWe are friends. We also have a business relationship.â
âWhatâs that got to do with it?â
âThis is business.â
âSo itâs all right to sell me out if itâs business?â
âLetâs go in your office. Iâd hate for people to hear us squabbling on the stairs.â
Becky unlocked the door and let Cora in. Beckyâs office, small and poorly furnished, gave the impression that business was not good. Indeed, it wasnât. Bakerhaven was a small town. The need for lawyers was not great, even in the best of times. During the financial crisis her client base had shrunk to nothing.
Cora flopped down in the clientâs chair, took out her cigarettes.
Becky raised her finger. âNo. This is your idea. Youâre here on sufferance. You light that