Cut to the Bone. Joan Boswell
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that the police don’t do enough …” He waved the report. “Your research may come in handy. Take a car from the pool and get over to 68 Delisle Street. The superintendent, Hollis Grant, will wait for you in her office. She found the body.”
“Did you say Hollis Grant?” Rhona said. A feeling of déjà vu swept over her. Not again. It couldn’t be Hollis Grant?
“Should I spell it? H-o-l-l-i-s G-r-a-n-t, do you know her?”
“Yes, and so do you. She was involved in the Danson Lafleur case last October.”
“The name didn’t register. Now that you mention it, I do remember. Didn’t she provide useful information?”
“She meddled, but, yes, you’re right, she helped.”
“Well, maybe she’ll do it again,” the chief said.
Rhona hoped Hollis would not play any part in the investigation.
“We don’t want the mayor, the papers, or any of the city’s do-gooders making an issue of the case. Do I make myself clear?” Frank said.
“Perfectly. We’re on our way,” Rhona said.
Outside the chief’s office, Ian muttered, “If I remember correctly, she was a pain in the ass.”
“She was, but without her leads the case could have turned out much worse. She’s a loose cannon and I hope her only involvement is finding the victim,” Rhona said.
At 68 Delisle, Hollis had left Ginny in her office and dealt with the initial onslaught of emergency responders arriving in the lobby. The police, once they knew what had happened, requested that residents arriving or leaving wait there for an interview. The lobby rapidly filled with tenants, along with the crew working on the exterior repairs to the balconies, who used the opportunity to flop on the grey marble floor and chow down on whatever food remained in their lunch buckets.
Hollis circled the area and briefly spoke to those she knew before nipping into her apartment, leashing Barlow and returning to the office with the puppy. She dug out the dog biscuits she kept in her desk drawer.
“Help me practice his dog training homework?” she said to Ginny, who was huddled on the visitor’s chair gripping her second glass of orange juice and staring into space.
Ginny frowned. “How can you talk about dog training when Sabrina’s been murdered?” she asked. “All I can think about is what we saw up there.”
“Me too, but practising the exercises with Barlow will distract us,” Hollis said.
Hearing his name, Barlow squeezed close to Hollis, waiting for her to scratch his bony back. Instead, she stood and fished a treat from her pocket, which energized the dog and focused his attention. Barlow performed sit and down with no problems, but when Hollis ordered him down and then told him to stay, he refused to co-operate, repeatedly leaping to his feet and lunging for the treat.
Hollis, for the fifth time, held her hand aloft and again commanded the dog to stay. With eyes locked on the puppy, she backed toward the door. A voice behind her said. “A puppy and a new job as apartment super. You’ve been busy since I saw you last.”
It couldn’t be. Hollis dropped her hand and turned. Barlow, tail wagging like a metronome on speed, leapt toward Rhona Simpson, who stepped back and crashed into Ian.
“Rhona Simpson. I can’t believe it,” Hollis said. She grabbed the puppy’s blue collar with her left hand and held out her right to Rhona.
Rhona, her equilibrium restored, shook the proffered hand. “You remember my partner, Detective Gilchrist?”
Hollis acknowledged Ian and waved her free hand toward Ginny. “This is Ginny Wuttenee. Sabrina Trepanier was sleeping in her spare room when she was murdered.”
“What a shock you’ve had,” Rhona said to Ginny.
Ginny, wide-eyed, said nothing.
“There’s a crowd up there already,” Hollis said.
“And the coroner is on his way along with the rest of our team. Tell me about the victim.”
“Let me put this monster back in my apartment. It’s right across the hall.”
With the reluctant puppy stuffed away, Hollis moved to the cabinet and removed Fatima Nesrallah’s file.
“The murdered woman, Sabrina Trepanier, was staying in Ginny’s apartment, 504, while her own living room was painted. Sabrina was allergic to paint. All the apartments on the fifth are owned by one woman. I don’t have individual renters’ files.” She passed Fatima’s file to Rhona.
Rhona glanced at it. “She lists her occupation as personal assistant but doesn’t mention a company.”
“Fatima tells everyone to put that down on their income tax forms,” Ginny said. “Personal assistant is a joke. We’re escorts.”
“I suppose personal assistant isn’t exactly a lie, it’s another way to describe what you do,” Rhona said. “Were you good friends with Ms. Trepanier?”
The question upset Ginny, whose chin quivered before she burst into tears. Through her sobs she said, “Yes. She was so nice. Why would anyone do this?”
“That’s what we’ll find out. Hollis, did you know the victim? Why were you in her apartment?”
“When Ginny woke she popped over to Bruno’s to buy food and didn’t take her key, because she thought Sabrina would be up and would let her in when she returned. When she couldn’t get her on the phone, she worried that something had happened and asked me to open the door.”
“Did you know the dead girl?” Rhona asked.
“I’ve only worked here a couple of months. The job keeps me busy but I did chat with her on several occasions, never about anything important. The dogs attracted her. In fact, one day when she patted MacTee, she cried and told me how much she missed her family’s Golden.”
Rhona made a move toward the door. “I’ll be back later to talk to you about the other tenants.”
Hollis glanced at the clock. “At three thirty I pick up my foster child at her school.”
“Foster child?” Rhona’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “Have you had a mid-life crisis? You’ve changed everything.”
Hollis nodded. “Not everything. I’m painting. That’s why I took this job — to give me time to paint and have an apartment with room for Jay and the dogs.”
“One more question. Did the victim seem afraid? Did she ever talk to you about anything that was bothering her?” Rhona addressed the question to both Ginny and Hollis.
“Not to me,” Hollis said and looked at Ginny.
Ginny shook her head.
Rhona glanced at the bank of security monitors. “The info from those should help. We’ll take all the stored info. We’ll talk more later.”
Hollis was left wondering how to tell Jay and her friend, Crystal, about the murder without terrifying them.
FIVE
Rhona and Ian divided responsibilities and assigned officers to control the waiting group in the lobby until they could interview them.
As they contemplated the crowd, the forensics team and the coroner, a tall, thin black man, arrived. The two detectives accompanied them to the murder scene, where all donned protective footwear and gloves.
Inside the small, bloody bedroom, Rhona looked at the figure on the bed and sighed. Death was never easy to contemplate and this murder had been a gruesome one. It was hard to know for sure, but the woman appeared to have been young and beautiful. What a waste.
The coroner made his preliminary exam before the body was removed