Tumbled Graves. Brenda Chapman

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      Kala took pity. “Ready to make a coffee run?”

      “Sure.”

      He didn’t need to be asked twice. Kala figured he wouldn’t be in any rush to get back. Twenty minutes later she got a text from Bennett that he’d been corralled by Rouleau. He was on his way to the Delaney house to help with the search for Violet. He was sorry about the coffee. Kala smiled to herself before turning her attention back to Fiona and the work at hand.

      “I’ve never seen anything like this before. Someone removed several of her internal organs, including her uterus, appendix, and spleen. I’ve heard of killers cutting off fingers so the victim can’t be identified, but never this. It’s … bizarre.” Fiona jumped up to unplug the whistling kettle. The autopsy had finished late in the afternoon. She turned her back on Kala and filled the teapot with water, then placed the pot and two cups on the desk between them. “I have sugar but no milk.”

      “Black is fine.”

      Fiona mashed the teabags with the back of a spoon before pouring. She handed Kala a mug with the words “Made in Canada” stamped on the side. Kala wondered if the double entendre was intentional. Fiona took a sip and sat back in her leather chair. “Heaven. My arms are aching.” She looked over at Kala and continued their conversation about the autopsy as if no break had occurred. “So what do you make of it?”

      “Not sure yet.”

      “She died somewhere else but not long before she was dumped on the highway. The marks on her face were from being tossed onto the pavement from a moving vehicle.”

      “So time of death?”

      “I’d say between seven and eleven that evening. She had bruising on her wrists and ankles from being tied up. I found sores on her mouth from been gagged. How was her marriage?”

      “Her husband said all was going great.”

      “Do you believe him?”

      “We’re looking into their relationship, but it’s tough since they were reclusive for the most part.” Kala wasn’t keen to speculate at this point in the investigation. Fiona seemed in tune with her thoughts because she shifted subjects after another sip of tea.

      “I guess you’ve heard that Paul and I aren’t together at the moment.”

      Kala held up both hands. “None of my business.”

      “I know you say that, but the station is a small family. Anyhow, I just want you to know that Paul and I’ve weathered a lot. I’d like to get back with him but he’s tentative, even though we’ve gotten, well, intimate again. I hope … well I hope that you’ll respect that we’re trying to make our marriage right.” She opened her blue eyes wider as if she was opening herself to Kala.

      Kala’s cellphone beeped. Saved by the bell, she thought. She lifted the phone from the desk where she’d set it and clicked on Paul Gundersund’s text. Meeting at the Merchant in ten. She thumbed in an okay before standing and looking down at Fiona.

      “I have a debrief to get to. Sorry to run. I wish you well getting your marriage back on track. Believe me that you have nothing to worry about on my account. I meant it when I said your relationship with your husband is none of my business.” And you don’t need to know that I’m off to meet him now. “Thanks for the tea.”

      Ten minutes later, Kala was in her truck heading down Division Street to Princess. The Merchant Tap House was at the bottom of Princess, not far from the Holiday Inn that looked out over Lake Ontario. She and Gundersund liked to meet at the Merchant when they had notes to compare. She found a parking spot a street over and was only fifteen minutes late when she walked in the front door. She checked out the main room first before crossing the hall to the smaller room to the right of the main entrance. Gundersund looked up from his beer and smiled at her. Rouleau was with him. She slid into the empty seat between them. A waitress arrived immediately afterward with a cranberry soda and lime.

      “I took the liberty of ordering for you.” Gundersund grinned. “On me.”

      She took a swallow and set the glass down. “Thanks. I think my drinking habits are getting predictable.”

      “Not at all.”

      She looked at Rouleau. “Any word on the child?”

      “Nothing yet. Bennett and Woodhouse are still at the Delaneys. I expect they’ll be closing down for the night. Her body could be anywhere with the currents. She might have gotten lodged somewhere but so far, no sign.”

      “Has Ivo Delaney confessed to anything?”

      “He’s in the hospital. He insisted on seeing Adele’s body against everyone’s advice, so the ambulance made a stop at the morgue before taking him to the General. The psychiatrist he’s been seeing has been called in to check him out.”

      “He’s been having mental problems? Can’t say that I’m surprised.”

      “I haven’t been able to reach the doctor to get any details, but we understand that Ivo has an underlying condition. We’ll need to follow up and hopefully get some information that isn’t doctor-patient protected. We’re in the process of getting a search warrant to go through his house and car. A judge should be signing off within the hour.”

      Kala grimaced. “What a mess. From the autopsy, whoever killed Adele Delaney appears to have been either a sadist or mentally ill.” She repeated the results of Fiona’s observations. “So what time do you want me to meet you at the Delaney house tonight?” She caught the briefest of eye contact between Rouleau and Gundersund. She fixed her eyes on Rouleau.

      “You don’t need to come out tonight. Gundersund and I will be there, as will Woodhouse and Bennett.”

      “But …”

      Rouleau held up a hand. “It’s overkill to have all of us there. You’re better off spending time with Dawn this evening and getting a good night’s sleep.”

      “I don’t want special treatment because of my personal life. You could have called me in to the crime scene this morning.”

      “We’re a team and there’ll be times when you have to carry more of the load when another member of our squad needs time to deal with their commitments.”

      “I didn’t ask for any favours.”

      “I know, and none are being given. We’re just doing some of the grunt work so you can get Dawn settled into your life. That’s what well-functioning teams do.”

      Gundersund ran his fingers across the scar on his cheek. He’d watched their exchange without comment. Kala was grateful when he broke the silence that descended by turning focus back to the case. It gave her a chance to hide her frustration.

      “What would spark Delaney to drown his daughter and then mutilate his wife? What did we miss when we searched his property?”

      Rouleau looked away from Kala and clicked on his cellphone. “You sent a message that Delaney was out in his car this morning when you arrived. Did he say where?”

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