Thin Ice. Nick Wilkshire

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      Smith stood on the balcony of the condo, looking across the canal toward the still-cordoned crime scene. He could see the technicians working away, and noticed that the crowd on the upper trail near the Somerset bridge had grown considerably.

      “This is quite a view you have here, Ms. Emond,” Marshall said, as an attractive woman set down a tray with a coffee carafe, a pewter creamer and sugar bowl set and three matching, oversized mugs.

      “Help yourselves, please.”

      “That’s very kind of you. Thanks.” Marshall picked up a mug and they all sat around the wicker table.

      “I still feel awful that I didn’t do something right away,” she said. Though she had described seeing a man leaning over the iron railing, above rippling water, Jane Emond hadn’t witnessed the actual attack, nor seen Curtis Ritchie’s fall into the canal. She hadn’t thought what she had seen was worth reporting at all, until she noticed the police cordon a couple of hours later.

      “I don’t think there’s anything you could have done to save him,” Smith said, as Emond ran her manicured fingers over the top of her mug. He put her in her mid-thirties and he couldn’t help notice the absence of a wedding band. From the condo and its contents though — all notably high-end — she seemed to be doing just fine on her own. What the hell would she want with marriage?

      “Do you have any idea what happened?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts. “I guess I shouldn’t ask. I know you can’t …”

      “I’m afraid we don’t know much yet, but we’ll find out,” Marshall said. “Can we go back to the man you saw by the rail? You said he was big. Can you be any more specific about his appearance?”

      “He looked … imposing, even from over here. He was wearing what looked like a hoodie, and maybe sunglasses.”

      “Did you get a sense of his height?”

      “Hard to say, and he was leaning on the rail when I saw him, maybe bent over a bit. He certainly wasn’t short.”

      Smith watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you sure about the sunglasses, Ms. Emond?”

      “Jane, please. And yes, he was definitely wearing dark sunglasses. It seemed odd, since it wasn’t sunny at all, at that time.”

      “And do you know exactly what time it was that you saw him?”

      “Between six thirty-five and six-forty. I’m fairly certain because I had just listened to the local news, and it’s usually about five minutes long. I poured myself a coffee and went straight over to the railing. That’s when I saw the ripples in the water, and then I noticed the man.”

      “Are you usually out here at that hour of the morning?” Marshall asked, as he sipped his coffee.

      Emond smiled, revealing pearly-white teeth. “No, not on a Saturday. I was actually thinking of going for a run myself. I try to get out a few times a week, never on the lower path though, it creeps me out a bit. But I never thought …” She shook her head. “Anyway, I decided I was content to drink coffee and enjoy the warm morning air instead.”

      “Can’t blame you,” Marshall smiled back. “So you see the rippled water, then this big guy leaning over the rail. What then ?”

      “I watched him as he looked around for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure if he was thinking of going in himself, like maybe he dropped something in there by mistake. But he didn’t. He just moved away from the rail and started jogging off toward the bridge.”

      “Did you see whether he left the path at the bridge?”

      “Yes, he definitely went up toward Queen Elizabeth Drive. I lost sight of him in the trees.”

      “Was he running fast, or just jogging?”

      “Just jogging. That’s kind of why I didn’t think much of what I saw down by the water. He didn’t look like someone who had done anything wrong. For all I know, he tossed a downed tree branch into the water, you know?”

      Smith sensed her guilt at not calling it in right away and gave her an exculpatory nod, which she acknowledged with a brief smile, before lowering her mouth to the rim of her mug.

      “And just to be clear,” Marshall continued. “The man you saw was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses and had a large build. Would you say he was fat?”

      “No, he didn’t seem fat, though with the hoodie, and the distance, it’s hard to say. He didn’t carry himself like he was overweight.”

      “He had an athletic stride, then?”

      “Yeah, I guess.”

      “Do you recall if he was wearing shorts, or pants?”

      “Pants; I think they were dark.”

      “And the shoes?”

      She shook her head. “I really can’t recall. They may have been obscured by the railing.”

      “Fair enough.” Smith scribbled some final notes, then flipped his notebook shut. “We’ll need you to come down to the Elgin Street station and give a formal statement, if you don’t mind.”

      “That’s not a problem,” Emond said, as Smith glanced at Marshall, who seemed to be enjoying a last sip of the gourmet coffee.

      Marshall reluctantly set the coffee cup down. “Yes, thank you. And if there’s anything else that you think might be useful, please give us a call,” he added, handing her his card, as Smith did the same.

      “I will.” She escorted them inside and across the immaculate living room to the entrance area, stopping to retrieve something from a desk drawer on the way.

      “I should give you my card. You’re more likely to reach me at the office if you have any follow-up questions. “But I’ve only got one.” She hesitated, looking at them each in turn before handing the card to Smith. He wasn’t surprised to see the multiple names embossed on the card.

      “What kind of law do you practice?”

      “Not criminal, unfortunately,” she said, stopping in front of the door. “I might have been more useful to you if I did, but I practice mostly family law.”

      Smith extended his hand.

      “You’ve been very helpful, Ms. Emond.”

      “Jane.” She gave a playful sigh as she opened the door for him.

      “And thanks for the coffee,” Marshall added, stepping out into the hall. They stood in silence as they waited for the elevator.

      “What are you smilin’ at?” Marshall asked as Smith fingered the card and tucked it in his pocket.