Barclay, Linwood Novel 08 - Never saw it coming

“You offered to help him and his wife a few years back.”
    “I remember,” Keisha said. “If Mr. Archer says he knows me, that’s not true. We met twice, very briefly.”
    “Fair enough. But you certainly made an impression.”
    Don’t be evasive, Keisha thought. Don’t be defensive. Tackle this head on. “I’m sure. I offered to help him and his wife when they were having their troubles and they chose not to engage me. Mr. Archer, in particular, was very skeptical of my gifts. All I wanted to do was help them.”
    Wedmore nodded. Before she could reply, Gail said, “I’ve engaged Ms. Ceylon to help
me
. Clearly you already know her, but if you’re thinking she’s here to help you, she’s not. She’s representing my interests. All you people care about is making sure someone gets charged, whether it’s the right person or not. Do you know who did this to my brother?”
    “We’re in the early stages of the investigation,” Wedmore said patiently.
    “Are you still holding Melissa?”
    “We are.”
    “That’s ridiculous. You
have
to release her. Imagine what she’s going through. Losing her mother, and then her father, all within a few days. And suggesting she confessed! What on earth would she confess to? And where
is
Ellie? What’s happened to her body? Are you telling me Melissa was able to make her mother’s body disappear?”
    Tiredly, Wedmore said, “We can set up a meeting between you and Melissa. From what I can see, you’re the only family she has left. She waived her right to legal representation, but you should get her to rethink that, so she gets the best advice possible as this moves forward. There may be extenuating circumstances that might have an impact on sentencing. You might want—”
    “Good heavens, what on earth did she tell you?”
    Wedmore sighed. “Melissa stabbed her mother, called her father, and he helped her cover it up. They drove the car out onto a lake and waited for it to go through the ice.”
    Wow, Keisha thought. Maybe I really can do this.
    Gail was speechless, so Wedmore added, “What we’re trying to figure out now is what kind of connection there may be between Ellie’s death, and what happened to your brother.”
    Gail managed to ask, “Is my brother’s body still in the house?”
    “No. The coroner is conducting a post-mortem.”
    “Ms. Ceylon wants to go inside.”
    “Excuse me?” said Wedmore.
    “No,” Keisha protested. “That’s not nece—”
    “She needs to go inside and see what she can feel,” Gail said. She looked at Keisha and said, “I’m betting the sooner you get in, the better, right? The vibrations, whatever it is you feel, will still be fresh?”
    “It may already be too late,” Keisha said.
    Gail took hold of Keisha’s arm and looked imploringly at her. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I can’t do it. I can’t go in there. I want you to be my eyes. I want you to see where it happened. Won’t that help you? Won’t that help you visualize, to connect, to feel what happened?”
    Keisha said, “If you could just find something of your brother’s for me. Maybe you have a letter at home from him.”
    Gail continued to squeeze her arm. “I really need you to do this.” She turned to Wedmore and pleaded, “Will you allow her to see where it happened?”
    Wedmore thought for a moment. “Ordinarily, I’d say no, but I think maybe it’d be a good idea for Ms. Ceylon to come in and have a look-see.”
    Keisha was taken aback. She couldn’t see Wedmore playing along with this unless there was something in it for her. “I totally understand if you’d rather I stayed out here and—”
    “Come on,” said Wedmore. “Mrs. Beaudry, why don’t you wait in your car and stay warm while we do this?”
    “All right,” she said, as Wedmore put her hand gently on Keisha’s back and led her toward the house.
    She took her hand away as they continued walking. “How did you and Mrs. Beaudry connect?”
    “She’s a client of mine,” Keisha said. “She’s consulted me for a few years now.”
    “What kind of consulting?”
    “You’d have to ask her that.”
    “Oh. Psychic–client privilege?”
    Keisha gave Wedmore a look. “That’s why I don’t come to the police when I have information about a crime.”
    “Information? What do you mean by information?”
    “Things come to me, Detective. Visions, images, likes pieces of a puzzle. But I don’t expect you to believe me any more than the Archers