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Diana Orgain
Motherhood Is Murder
(Maternal Instincts Mysteries 2)
This book is dedicated to Tom, Carmen, Tommy, Jr., and Robert who always make me smile and feel lucky to be sharing this wonderful life with them.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTSThank you to D. P. Lyle, M.D., and Judy Melinek, M.D., who provided me with details on forensic medicine and poisonings. You were so generous with your time, and patient with my many questions and follow-ups. Thanks to Dave Hardy for providing me with insights into law enforcement, and Kathy Johnson who not only assisted me with law enforcement details but who has always been a source of support and strength for me for so many years. Any errors in forensic or law enforcement procedures are my own.
Thanks to Michelle Vega and Megan Swartz at Berkley Prime Crime and to Lucienne Diver of The Knight Agencyyou are all among the very best in the business. Thanks to P. J. Nunn at Breakthrough Promotions for your efforts in promoting my work, and Jeniffer Thompson and Anna Bobro of Monkey C. Media for creating my wonderful website.
Special thanks to my critique groupTHAT writing group.
Finally, thanks to my mother, Maria Carmen Noa, and to my loving husband, Tom Orgain.
CHAPTER ONEAt SeaTo Do:
1. Buy diapers.
2. Make Lauries two-month check.
3. Find good how to book for PI business.
4. ? Find dress for dinner cruise.
5. ? Ask Mom to babysit.
6. Exercise.
I stared into the bathroom mirror and wondered how Id failed to bring a hairbrush along on the San Francisco Bay dinner cruise. I ran my hands down the length of my mop, trying to tame the frizzies. If I put a little water on the problem, would it help or make it worse?
The door to the restroom flew open. Sara, one of the moms from my new mommy group, appeared. She looked worse than I did. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair had the volume of a lions mane.
Oh my God! Kate! I didnt know you were here. She took a step back toward the door, then hesitated, looking like shed been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She was so prim and proper at dinner. Probably doesnt like to be seen looking so rumpled, but hey, if you cant look bad in the ladies room, then theres no safe haven.
Sara ran her hands along the front of her black cocktail dress, which was wrinkled and wet, then squinted at her reflection. She jumped into action, grabbing a paper towel and fixing the smeared lipstick. Your husbands been looking everywhere for you. The captains called an all hands on deck.
My hands, too? I asked, wiggling my fingers under the faucet to activate the automatic water flow.
Sara scrunched her mouth in disapproval.
I guess Im not up on ship rules, I said to her reflection.
Everyone has to go back to their tables, now! She grabbed another paper towel and frantically scrubbed at the wet section of her dress.
I stopped fussing with my hair and shifted my gaze from Saras reflection to Sara.
If everyone was supposed to be back to their tables, what was she doing here?
Why? I asked.
Theres been an accident.
Goose bumps rose on my arms. What kind of accident?
Helene fell down the back staircase. Sara motioned me toward the door. Come on, come on.
We made our way through a dimly lit corridor toward the main dining hall. The cruise ship held roughly seventy-five passengers although tonight it was only about half full.
The change in atmosphere was immediately noticeable. Not to mention eerie. The dance floor was empty and the music was off. We crossed the bar area, which moments ago had been packed, and hurried to our dining table.
Most of the passengers were seated at their tables. The chatter that had animated the room was subdued.
I spotted Jim standing alone at our table, gripping the back of his chair. He surveyed the room. When he saw me, his expression relaxed a notch, going from grim to serious.
I hurried to him and reached for his hand.
He embraced me. Kate! I was worried.
I need to find my husband, Sara said as she rushed past us and headed for the main stairwell.
Whats happened? Sara said Helene fell down some steps. Is it serious?
Im not sure. The captain asked everyone to return to their dining tables. Didnt you hear him on the microphone? Whereve you been?
Before I could answer, my elbow was jogged by Evelyn, another mommy from our group. She was eight months pregnant with her second child. Her blond hair was pinned neatly back, and her green eyes flashed, enhanced by the lime scarf she wore. The scarf was arranged to draw the eye toward her protruding belly, which she proudly stroked.
Kate! How awful! Did you hear about Helene? Her lips curled a bit, almost as if she were suppressing a smile.
Why was she smiling? Almost gloating.
Sort of. Is she all right?
Ladies and gentlemen, the captains voice boomed over the microphone. Please take your seats. We will be a bit delayed in docking in San Francisco due to an unfortunate accident aboard. The U.S. Coast Guard will be joining us shortly. Thank you in advance for your full cooperation.
Evelyn squeezed my elbow and flitted off to gather her husband. Jim pulled my chair out for me.
Coast Guard? Whats going on? I asked.
Jims lips formed a line. I was at the bar getting a Bud, when the brunette
Sara, Miss No-Nonsense?
No. The other one, the one with the . . . with the . . . Jim waved his hands around. Fluffy dress.
I nodded. Margaret.
Margaret was wearing a ballet tutu. I wish I could say it looked as ridiculous as it sounded, but the truth was it looked fabulous. Margaret was supertall, pencil thin, and had shapely legs. She looked as if she could have stepped out of a childrens booka cartoon character with spindly spider legs and a ruffle at her waist. But the gold top and shoes added something indescribable to the outfit. Making the cartoon Olive Oyl look glamorous and runway-ish.
Yeah, Margaret, Jim continued. She ran up to us, looking a little dazed, and said Helene fell down the back staircase. Said she was unconscious
Unconscious? I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Jim pulled out my dining chair. The captain asked if there was a doctor on board.
I sat down and let him push my chair in.
We were the only ones at our table. Earlier, we had dined with all the parents from my new mothers group: Sara, Helene, Margaret, Evelyn, and their husbands.
We had christened them: Sara was Miss No-Nonsense, Helene was Lean and Mean, Margaret was Tutu, and Evelyn was Preggers. We referred to the husbands as Cardboard Cutout Numbers 1 through 4.
Now, it felt almost irreverent to have given everyone a nickname.
Where is everybody? asked Jim.
I shrugged. Helene, we know about, so her husband is probably with her, right? Wasnt Margarets husband
Alan?
Yeah, Alan, isnt he a doctor?
Jim frowned. A podiatrist.
Okay. Well, med school and all. Maybe she twisted her ankle. Did you see the heels she was wearing?
Jim tried to hide his smirk by sipping his beer.
I pushed his shoulder. Whats so funny?
You. We just heard that Helene may be unconscious and youre worrying about her shoes!
Im not worried about her shoes! Im wondering what happened to her and where everybody is. I mean, the woman practically kills herself wearing some ungodly high heels, just to please some man, who probably laughed at her
Margaret descended the main staircase and closed the distance on our table. I cut myself off despite Jims snickers into his beer. She raised her hand in acknowledgment and sat down grim-faced.
Wheres Alan? I asked.
With Helene, she answered.
I shot Jim a smug look, which he ignored.
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