Threads by Polly Iyer

Author:Polly Iyer [Iyer, Polly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Parkwood Press
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

The Plan

Miranda and Garrett waited two months to implement her father’s plan. Strange, she thought. She was supposed to commit suicide out of grief over his death and the depression stemming from her condition. At times, those motives weren’t much of a stretch. Though she was determined to make the best of her life, she had grieved over her father until she could no longer bear the pain. Down deep, she felt his death rested on her shoulders. She thought back to what she said to Garrett more than a year before. Why didn’t she walk away from Stephen and never look back when she had the chance? Things would be so different.

If only she could turn back the clock. But she couldn’t. Her father’s legacy to her was a new life―a second chance. Peace of mind.

“This is it,” she said to Garrett. It seemed odd that the sun was shining. She’d expected overcast skies for such a fateful event. “This is the day we decided I would die.”

His hand rested on her shoulder. “I prefer to think this is the day you start to live.”

She studied his kind face, the hint of a smile. What would she have done without him? He always had the right take on things. “I know you’re right.”

“Everything’s in place.”

The setup was perfect, or so they hoped. Dr. Wiley had invited both of them for dinner last night. She begged off, claiming she didn’t feel well, but Garrett went, giving him an alibi, during the time her “death” took place. Both Consuelo and Hector had the day off.

“This is going to work, isn’t it?” she asked. “It has to.”

“If everyone does his part, I don’t see how we can fail.” He placed Miranda’s note beside her bed, along with the empty bottle of pain pills, and called Chandler Peabody.

Out of respect, Garrett never called his former employer by his first name. There was something old-world and sweet about that, Miranda thought.

Chandler came to the house where, distraught, he called Dave Casey.

“I still don’t like this,” Casey said to Miranda when he arrived. “But I gave my word to your father. I have to rule this a homicide until we prove otherwise, which, because of the note and the fake blood sample Dr. Greenberg will concoct, will be relatively quick. I’ll call in a forensic team after Dr. Greenberg takes charge of the body. Procedure is procedure. Let’s hope we can pull this off without all of us winding up in prison. There are a few guys on the inside who’d be glad to see me.”

Dave phoned the ME’s office. Dr. Greenberg had arranged to be at the morgue that morning. He came with an assistant who stayed outside while Greenberg examined the body, took pictures, and signed the death certificate. He zipped Miranda into a body bag, leaving a slit open for enough air to get her to the morgue.

“This is for Amy,” Greenberg whispered to Miranda.

Miranda prayed her raging heartbeat or a

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