Wrongful Death by Plante Lynda La

Author:Plante, Lynda La [Plante, Lynda La]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Thrillers, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9781471125829
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2013-01-15T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

A call from the reception-desk officer summoned Dewar and Barolli down to Witness Interview Room One, where they were greeted by the sight of Marisha Peters grinning widely and swaying slightly in her seat. Barolli introduced Dewar and said she was helping him with his enquiries into her nephew Josh’s death.

‘I is helping too, just like Miss Dewsi, and I can tell youse I knows a thing or two,’ Marisha said, wagging her finger.

‘Have you been drinking, Marisha?’ Barolli asked.

Marisha shook her head, and then sucked air through her teeth in annoyance.

‘I told youse, Officer Perrolli, I’SE DON’T DRINK!’

Marisha was slurring her words and Barolli knew that she was lying. Checking her eyes he noticed her pupils were dramatically enlarged.

‘Have you been taking drugs, Marisha?’ he pressed.

‘DRUGS, no way, mon. I’ve not touched the ganja for years.’

Marisha licked her lips and started to shake slightly. ‘Can someone tern de heating down. I’se burning up in here and me mouth’s no spit left,’ she said, but showed no signs of sweating.

Barolli leaned towards Marisha to smell her breath and smiled at her.

‘You had some of that spiced rum with your coffee?’

Marisha grinned back, giggling, and leaned in close to his face to whisper: ‘Well, only a little one fer a bit of da Dutch courage, before I’se come and see ya to tell you what I knows about da rich bitch.’

Her voice was so croaky that Barolli pushed his own bottle of water across the desk. Marisha squinted, trying to focus on it, and grabbed at thin air in her attempt to pick it up. Barolli noticed her breathing was becoming heavier and there was a faint rasping sound. He picked up the bottle of water and put it in Marisha’s hand, then turned his back towards her so he could have a whispered conversation with Dewar.

‘She doesn’t look too good to me. She’s clearly had a skinful so I don’t think it’s appropriate to interview her at the moment.’

‘You’re being overcautious,’ the agent insisted. ‘She’s only had the one rum and her wheezy breathing is down to her being overweight.’ Before he could reply, Dewar started her questioning: ‘I want to ask you some things about your brother Samuel.’

‘De good lord knows she done for ma nephew,’ Marisha said, her voice becoming more agitated as she started to rock backwards and forwards in her chair, constantly licking her lips.

‘The date he went back to Jamaica is important, as I believe Donna Reynolds is trying to frame him for murder,’ Dewar said firmly.

‘Frame who for murder?’ Marisha asked with a confused look on her face as she began to scratch her lower left arm repeatedly.

‘Did Samuel ever meet Donna when he was decorating?’ Dewar asked, growing exasperated.

‘Decorating Donna, yes, ma’am, he also decorate Esme’s real good.’ Marisha again sucked air through her teeth and began to shake even more.

‘Will you please answer my question?’ Dewar said, becoming frustrated.

Barolli was concerned. ‘Marisha, are you okay? I can get a doctor to come and see you if you feel ill.

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