But not in a bathtub.
Puller spotted the bottles of medication on the sink next to the tub. He didn’t touch any of them, but did read the labels.
Blood pressure pills. Fluid retention capsules. Arthritis. Vascular. Beta blockers. Pills presumably to counteract the interaction of the other medications. The bottles went on and on.
Welcome to being old in America, the land of the blissfully overly medicated.
Puller looked around once more, taking in tiny details that might have great significance. Seeing nothing else, he decided he had intruded enough on what was now no longer a suburban residence, but a potential crime scene.
He pulled out his phone and hit 911.
It was shaping up to be a long night.
CHAPTER
46
THE LONG NIGHT did not start off well.
The police cruiser skidded to a stop at the curb with its rack lights turning and its siren blaring, crushing the quiet of the night.
Officer Hooper climbed out and pulled his gun as soon as Puller stepped clear of the house. The other cop with him was a man who looked similar enough in appearance to be Hooper’s brother. He had his gun out too.
“I can’t freaking believe this,” said Hooper as he eyed Puller.
Puller said, “Landry’s off duty. Why are you still working?”
“None of your business,” snapped Hooper. He turned to his partner. “Boyd, this is the jerk-off I was telling you about.”
Puller said, “Body’s in the upstairs bathroom.”
“If you screwed with the crime scene you are in serious shit trouble,” said Hooper, keeping his gun pointed in Puller’s direction.
“Hoop,” said Boyd. “Who’s to say he’s not our guy?”
“I called it in,” said Puller. “I waited here for you to arrive. Why would I do that if I’m ‘the guy’?”
Hooper said condescendingly, “Well, that way we wouldn’t suspect you. Shit, you Army guys all that stupid?”
“And the motive?” asked Puller.
“Not our problem,” said Hooper. “That’s your problem.”
“Actually, our criminal justice system adheres to the ‘innocent until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt’ philosophy,” said Puller. “So it is your problem.”
Another cruiser pulled up with an ambulance in tow. Chief Bullock climbed out. He was dressed in civilian clothes, so Puller assumed he’d gotten the call at home.
He walked straight past Hooper and Boyd and up to Puller.
“What do we got?”
“Dead man in the bath. No signs of a struggle. Could be he had a medical crisis and went unconscious. Post will tell us a lot more. I saw a car driving away from here a few minutes before I found the body. Blue Ford Fiesta with a big dent in the passenger door.”
“Know who was in it?”
“Woman named Jane Ryon. She was a caregiver to my aunt. And she knew the deceased as well. I don’t know if she was coming from this house or not. If so, she has a lot of explaining to do.”
Hooper and Boyd just stood there openmouthed as Bullock and Puller talked.
Finally Bullock looked over and said, “Hey, Hoop, what the hell you waiting for? Secure the damn area. We have a potential crime scene here. You too, Boyd.”
Hooper and Boyd holstered their guns and hurried to do this.
Bullock turned back to Puller. “Some days I don’t know why I bother, with the likes of those people constituting my police force.”
“You’ve got Landry.”
“If I had all Landrys you’d never hear me complain one second.”
He looked up at the house. “If this turns out to be a homicide, that’ll be four in just a few days. I don’t like that. Way out of proportion to the population down here. Scare the tourists away. Town council won’t like that.”
“Any leads on the Storrows’ murders?”
“Not a one. No one saw anything. No one heard anything. But they were murdered, no doubt of that.”
“Cookie, the man in the tub, knew the Storrows.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“He told me so.”
“That’s a link.”
“Yes, it is.”
“My tech will be here any minute. In the meantime I better go see for myself.”
“You better.”
He started off. Puller didn’t move.
“You coming?”
“In a minute. Got something to check first.”
Bullock went into the house and Puller hustled to his truck, passing by first Hooper and then Boyd as they were stringing up yellow police tape. Both cops gave him dirty looks, which he ignored.
He popped the rear door on the Tahoe and dug through his duffel. He found the photos he’d taken from his aunt’s house. He rifled quickly through them.
It took him all of two minutes before he found it. He held it up, letting the interior truck light fall fully on the photo.
In the picture was his aunt.
And Mr. and Mrs. Storrow bracketing her. He recognized their faces from the newspaper story that morning.
Apparently, like Cookie, she’d been friends with them too.
And now they were all dead.
He looked at Cookie’s house and then at his aunt’s house.
If this kept up there might not be anyone left alive on Orion Street.
CHAPTER
47
PULLER CALLED LANDRY and told her what had happened.
“I won’t make it there in an hour,” he told her. “Sorry.”
“Does Chief Bullock need me to come in?”
“No, I think they’ve got it covered. Just processing the scene. Your buddy Hooper is working the graveyard shift.”
“I think it’s punishment from Bullock for being such a jerk.”
“I’m starting to like your boss more and more. I’ll see you when I see you. Okay if it’s late?”
“I’ll postpone my walk. But only if you fill me in on the details as soon as you get here.”
“Deal.”
He clicked off and went back into the house. Bullock was upstairs with his tech guy.
Cookie was still dead. Still at the bottom of the tub.
Bullock was looking around. “No fingerprints in the water.”
Puller said, “But most of these surfaces are great for prints. If they left a trace behind, great. If there’s no trace behind, that tells us a lot too. Means it’s been scrubbed. Which means he was killed.” He pointed to the floor. “Dry, but damp. Could be from water sloshing around, which would be the case if someone were holding him under.”
Bullock looked at his tech guy. “Get to it.”
They both stared down at Cookie’s diminutive frame at the bottom of the water.
“Hell of a way to go,” Bullock noted.
“Anytime someone other than the man upstairs decides when you die it’s a hell of a way to go.”
“So you do think that’s what it is? Murder?”
“I’ll wait for the post. But yeah, I wouldn’t be stunned if somebody killed him.”
“Looking a lot like your aunt’s situation.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“I’ve got a car going to check on this Ryon woman.”
“That’s good.”
“You think she might have done it?”
“Cookie was old and small. She’s young and bigger and stronger. So, yeah, she could have done it.”
“And her motive?”
“No way to tell just yet.” Puller debated and then decided to share it. “My aunt also knew the Storrows.”
“You really think that’s significant?”
“Anytime you can tie murder victims together in some way it’s significant. Or at least it could be.”
“I guess.”
“I’m going to go check into a room at the Gull Coast.”
“About those men in your room last night?”
“What about them?”
“We couldn’t hold them.”
“So Landry told me.”
“For what it’s worth, I believe you. Eight against one sort of explains itself.”
“Yeah, it should.”
“Watch your back.”
“I always have.”
On the way to his SUV, Puller scooped up Sadie along with some of her food and a leash. The tiny dog looked up at him mournfully as she sat in Puller’s big hand.