Kee Patterbee - Hannah Starvling 03 - The Priest Who Ate a Poison Petit Fore (18 page)

Hannah also tossed out the idea of it being a play for attention. She knew from her FBI days that ex-cons did not seek attention. In general, they recoiled from it. There were exceptions, of course, but Rhoades’ demeanor, his nervousness and unsocial behavior, suggest a man who just wanted to be left alone.
What would be a motive?

She then considered Rhoades position in the hospital. As a custodian, he would have access almost to every part of the facility.
Patient rooms. Offices. File rooms and records. Labs.

The elevator doors opened and Hannah stepped off, heading back to where she had left Hym. She continued to work the puzzle that so plagued her mind. In her estimation, Rhoades’ access would go uncharted and by that virtue, unrecognized. He could deliver poison and leave boxes of candy unabated. Conversations with the Reverend could reveal those who were terminal. According to the information in his prison records, he had been transferred to more secure prisons. More security meant more at-risk prisoners. At-risk prisoners meant those who had nothing to lose by escaping.
Lifers
, she deduced. Exposure to the worst kind of criminal.
Murderers, even
. Thinking it through further, she concluded that he could have learned of poisons at any one of such facilities.

Again, the question of why crossed Hannah’s mind. As Buster had suggested, Rhoades did not fit into the stereotypical murderer profile. He came across as more of a follower than a doer. More problematic for her was the fact that he was dedicated to Whipson.
At least by appearance
, she added to her mental file.

She stopped at a vending machine along the hallway and placed the box atop as she stared into the case. Catching a reflection of herself in the glass, she straightened her hat. For a second, her thoughts drifted away from Rhoades. She loved that hat. It was her favorite piece of clothing. Over the years, she had it reworked several times. Re-felted. Re-stiffened. Most people would have let it go, but she was loyal to it. It was almost like a part of her. She even gave it a name. Topper, after the ghost detectives from an old black and white movie. She had lost it on cases, and gone back for it time and time again. To her, it was almost an inanimate friend, one she would do anything for. She protected it and cared for it.

Hannah stiffened. Her mind raced back to Rhoades and the question of why.
Devoted. Dedicated. Loyal.
She knew he had covered for the clergyman in the past. He even took the brunt of the blame in the crimes Whipson and he committed. Rhoades had protected the Reverend in prison.
Protected
. Hannah wondered if that protection extended to emotional harm.
Because it pains the Reverend to see them suffer.
As always, questions raced forward in her mind.
But why try and kill his friend?
Hannah applied quick theories to each.
Because now he’’s suffering, so he tries to end it. But Susan?
Hannah pulled some change from her pocket and slid it into the machine. Choosing a candy bar, she reached through the slot to retrieve it and studied it for a moment.
Candy. Sweets. Diabetic. Did she take them from her grandfather and eat one by accident?
Hannah peeled the wrapper away and pulled out one half of the divided bar. It crossed her mind that two accidental poisonings seemed a little much. Furthermore, one piece was not missing from the box she still held onto, all were gone. Unless the poison were weak and distributed over a series of pieces, it would be an ineffective means of killing. The killer could not judge how much a single individual might eat out of a given box. Unless, of course, they were willing to live with collateral damage. However, given the number of victims and the lack of such accidental deaths, that modus operandi played itself out. “Crud,” she stated half aloud and in a frustrated tone.

Hannah let out a slow breath. She knew now that she was still missing an important part of the puzzle. How the killer was getting a single piece to a target victim? She wondered how much it would take to poison an individual and chastised herself for not asking it earlier. More so, she realized she had yet to determine the poison type or about how it would play itself out in a victim’s system, other than inducing cardiac arrest. No actual evidence of poisoning had surfaced.
It’s all conjecture
, she chastised. She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “Two steps forward. One step back,” she noted in a low tone.

Hannah finished off the candy bar and again, took care to pick up the box. Along the way back, she became lost in her thoughts. Rounding the corner that led to the ICU waiting area, she saw Hym talking with two men just outside. She stopped in the hall to take them in. One was an older gentleman.
60s. Tall. 6’2”” or 6’3”. Average weight. Grey hair and beard. Balding. Brown framed glasses. Light blue eyes.
As she approached, she also saw that he bore the brunt of his weight on a cane. His lab coat suggested either doctor or a lab technician.

Having assessed the one, Hannah did the same with the other.
Early 50s. 5’11”. Athletic build. Greying salt and pepper hair. Solid, upright stance. Handsome.
She took in the formal presence he exuded.
Former military.
Though he dressed in a red and black checked hunting shirt, she caught sight of the bronze badge that hung from his belt. More conspicuous was the laden holster resting on his hip.
Local law enforcement
, she inferred.

Hannah glanced down at the box she held in a blue gloved hand. Not wanting to raise any questions until she found out what was going on she stepped into a side hall just out of sight. After setting the box on the ground with care, she removed one glove and placed it in her back pocket. She removed the second glove and placed it in her hand so that she could pick up and hold onto the container but not touch it. By her estimation, if she held it and paid little attention to it, the officer would do the same. Her mind recalled a lesson learned by experience.
People overlook the obvious
, she reaffirmed to herself. She then proceeded back toward Hym and company.

Catching sight of her, Hym motioned her forward. She stepped up next to him as she let the box rest to her side. Hym then made introductions.

“This is Dr. Holmes and Sheriff Borden.”

The older gentleman smiled. “Henry will do,” he said in a pleasant voice.

“Jack,” the lawman offered with an extended hand. All exchanged handshakes.

Hannah took the doctor in with more detail.
Familiar
, she thought. She ran back through until she recognized him.
Henry Holmes.
A grin rolled over her face. “You’’re H. E. Holmes.” She looked to Hym, but motioned to Holmes. “The book Ms. Fish gave me. A Murderous Little Town.”

The doctor affirmed with a proud smile. “Have you read it?”

“I just got it last night when we got in, but I’m looking forward to it. That sort of thing intrigues me.”

“I am aware,” Holmes said with confidence. “I recognize you as well. Hannah Starvling. The Culinary Detective.” Hannah nodded.

“The Culinary Detective?” Borden interjected.

Holmes glanced over to Borden. “I have read about Ms. Starvling in Food Critic several times.” He grinned, adding, “I am a bit of an epicurean myself. I loved the one with the canine. Critic, was it?”

Listening to the doctor’s speech patterns, Hannah added
formal
and
refined
to her mental file. “Yes, Louie Woolridge, his owner, is a friend. He’s also the one who came up with that particular distinction.”

“Ms. Starvling is quite the detective in her own right, and former FBI if I recall correctly.”

“You are,” Hym affirmed.

“Well, it’s Hannah Miles now.” Hannah held her hand up to display her ring. “We’re just married yesterday. On our way to our honeymoon. We wanted to check in on the Reverend since it’s on the way.”

“He’s the one who married us, but he left early with his granddaughter and son-in-law, Susan and Calvin York. He wasn’t feeling well,”” Hym added, looking at Holmes. “You were with her when she collapsed?”

“I was. It was rather sudden.”

Borden ran his bent index finger back and forth under his lower lip. Hannah noted it as a particular habit of his and added it to her profile of the man.

“You say the preacher was ill. Hmm. And your wedding was in?” Borden inquired.

“Twilight. We live there, but I’m from Zebulon. I was in a similar position as yourself,” Hym informed. He lifted his cane. ““But then this happened.”

Hannah took in the sheriff for a second. She had her suspicions about why the two men were questioning them, but she kept them to herself. In her experience, she found that sometimes it was better to play innocent rather than admit anything. “What’s this all about?””

The sleuth noticed Holmes’ eye twitch a slight bit and the corners of his mouth turn up in a similar fashion as he gazed at her. She determined that he recognized her ploy and was assessing her as she had him.
Observant
, she added to his file. Meanwhile, Borden cocked his head to one side in a slight manner.

“Well, as you’ve noted, Henry here has a nose for the unusual. He’s been onto something for some time. An increase in the number of fatal heart attacks for certain patients.””

“Cardiac arrests. There is a distinction,” Holmes noted.

“Yeah, okay, anyway…” Borden gestured to Holmes. “He asked me to look into it. Then today, your friend…”” He motioned inside the waiting area to where Whipson sat. “His granddaughter turns up with the same issue. A week or so back, his assistant died of the same thing. With Henry’s help, I did some checking. Some of the fatalities connect up with the man.”

“He was their counselor, their minister, or their friend. In most cases, all three.” Holmes interjected with a broadened grin. “But you already knew that, did you not, dear?””

Hannah’s eyes darted between the lawman and physician, before she glanced over to her husband. Hym took in a breath and gestured to the two men.

“I didn’t say anything, but you might as well tell them what you know. Maybe we can all get this figured out.”

Hannah agreed with a few slow bobs of the head. She turned to look through the doorway at the Reverend. He held onto a crucifix, which he rubbed between his fingers. “Alright, but let’s do this away from him for the moment. I don’’t think he needs anymore stress. How about we take it to the cafeteria?”

“I’ll stay with the Reverend, if that’s okay,” Hym insisted. ““You can fill me in later.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss before heading in to be with Whipson.

With that, Holmes, Borden and Hannah exited the area.

Chapter Sixteen

After making their way to the dining area, Hannah, Holmes, and Borden all found seats. Doing so, Hannah explained how Whipson asked her to look into the case. She clarified every theory and idea she had explored as well as explained the candy box that rested on the table beside them. As Borden and she drank coffee and Holmes sipped on tea, her concerns over poison and about how much it would take came up.

“Well, there are many CNS active poisons that cause cardiac arrest. In most, I imagine it would take little to stop circulation,” Holmes informed. “As you said, candy could mask the taste of a lot of them.”

“CNS?” Borden asked.

“Central nervous system,” both Hannah and Holmes answered.

“If that is the way this is going down, it sounds reasonable,” Borden added as motioned toward the empty box. “You say you’’ve noticed these boxes three times?”

“So far. When we first got here, they were on a table with a woman by the name of Pepper Mothershed.”

“The receptionist,” Holmes explained to Borden.

Hannah affirmed with a bob of the head. “Then in Wessel’s office trash, and just now in Ms. West’s room.”

“I recall the box, but had no particular reflection upon it,” Holmes stated. “At the time, I must admit, I had no reason to consider it.”

“I’d imagine not. There would be no reason too. But regardless, I was going to try to find out if any of the staff who worked with the victims remembered seeing the boxes.”

Borden leaned back in his chair as he twisted his coffee cup in circles in his hand as it rest on the table. “I suppose it’s pointless to ask how you got the names of the staff who worked with the victims.”

“I have my sources.”

“Uh huh. I also suppose, given what Henry said about you being a detective and former FBI, it’s a waste of time to say this is a police matter. You shouldn’t be involved.””

“I already am. I made Reverend Whipson a promise. I don’t go back on promises.” Hannah’s eyes moved between Holmes and Borden. “And I don’t quit.”

Borden blew out a puff of air as Holmes intervened.

“Come now, Jack. She is trained and from what I have read, talented. She is the one who solved the Karas case last year in Zebulon. We talked about it. And you have got your hands full as is.” Holmes turned his attention back to the sleuth, adding, ““Tantalus is not big, but it has its issues.”