"I know what she's saying. My goodness. Martin looked like he died in his sleep. Dr. Lee told me to go back to my apartment. I bumped into Nancy on my way out. Soon after, I called you."

"Kay said Nancy looked shocked."

"The sincerity of Nancy's alarm was visible. When she reached Martin's doorway, she was gasping for air like she had run up the stairs. She entered the room, shaking her head. Yes, I would say she was quite upset...worried even."

"Interesting," Deirdre said looking over to me.

"I watched for a minute or two from out in the hall. She watched as Dr. Lee looked over Martin. I noticed she straightened out a scrunched pillow next to him. Nervous energy. Dr. Lee mentioned that Martin had bruises on each upper arm. Said they resembled hand marks."

I looked over at Deirdre and cleared my throat. Hand marks as in someone holding him down. And a scrunch pillow nearby possibly used to suffocate Martin.

Then Sarah looked over at Deirdre. "Why wouldn't Nancy be surprised? You don't think she..." Sarah put her hand to her mouth for a few moments. "You're not saying she had anything to do with Martin's death, are you?"

We sat as several seconds passed in silence. All three of them, Sarah, Anne, and Martin, had thought Nancy killed Les, but Sarah seemed surprised to think Nancy would have anything to do with Martin's death? "Nancy was your...our top suspect," I said.

"Why would anyone want to murder Martin?" Sarah asked.

"Perhaps he got too close to the truth," I said. "Was there any sign of a struggle?"

Sarah grimaced and shrugged her shoulders. Her body posture seemed to collapse.

For now, I thought it better to change the subject. Well almost. "How's Anne doing with all of this?" I asked.

Sarah took a few moments to respond. "Dr. Lee said he would tell Anne. I tried calling her. No answer. She and Martin had a more intimate relationship. I should go over."

There was a knock on the door. "Maybe that's her now," Sarah said.

And it was. Anne looked over at us with tragic eyes. They were as red as Sarah's had been.

"This is so sad," I said, after she sat down on the sofa.

A tear escaped and ran down her cheek. "It never crossed my mind, that yesterday would be the last time Martin and I would be together." She shook her head. "I always thought we could take care of ourselves, but I don't know."

"What do you mean, take care of yourselves?" I asked her.

"You don't think Martin's was a natural death, with all that has been going on, do you?" Anne said.

Sarah and Deirdre both looked over at me. I thought about what Dr. Lee said concerning the bruises on both of Martin's arms.

"What did that old, loveable fool do?" She started to weep.

Sarah put her arms around Anne's shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Anne."

Silently, I agreed with Anne. What did Martin do, that led to his death? The investigation had taken a dark and ominous turn. Things were rotting under the surface.

"I wish I had never given Martin that boxed set of Poirot videos for Christmas," Anne said.

That would almost be funny if it weren't for the circumstances. "Anne-"

"I thought I was ready to come over, but I can see that I'm not. I think I'll go back to my room." Anne stood up and said under her breath, "I must look for the letter."

"The letter?" I asked.

Anne shook her head and walked towards the door. Deirdre and I quickly put on our coats and said good-bye to Sarah. We walked Anne back to her room.

I started thinking about the tape I had in my purse and if it was time to go to the police with this? Did I have enough?

As we left the Home, I looked up to make sure there weren't any icicles ready to fall, as there were last time when I saw Robert Peterson going into Hawthorne Hills.

"Deirdre, what do you make of the marks on Martin's arms and the crumpled pillow Sarah mentioned? That he was smothered?"

"The thought crossed my mind. Sounds like that would entail two people."

"Creepy! Something to think about."

Once in the car, I told Deirdre about my conversation with James Barnowski and played the tape for her.

"Kay, you should go straight to the police with this tape."

"I haven't had the best of luck with the police in Sudbury Falls. Kirk didn't take me serious about the attempt on my life or about someone deliberately putting peanuts in Les' food, when everything points to that."

"And don't forget Deputy Chief of Police Bill Murphy being involved with the ginseng conspiracy. You sent him to prison. But I think the police should be informed. Nancy shouldn't be left free to take advantage of the men at the Home."

Had the police given me any reason to go against my instinct toward them. I can't trust Kirk would do anything. "If I took this tape to the police, Barnowski could say, what he said came out wrong. He's one person. I need to find others."

"Are you going to start a whistleblower campaign at the Hill?"

"Maybe," I said sarcastically. "I could put a sign up, WANTED: INDIVIDUALS WHO HAVE RECEIVED SEXUAL FAVORS FROM MS. REINHARDT, PLEASE SEE KAY DRISCOLL."

After I arrived home, the phone rang. It was Sarah again.

"Kay, after you left, I thought I better go and check up on Anne. She looked so distraught, mumbling to herself when she was here. She gave me a letter that Martin had given her a while back and wants you to see it. I have it in an envelope for you here."

"I wonder what it's about. Could you please open the letter and read it to me?"

There was dead silence on the phone. "Sarah, are you there?"

"I can't read it, Kay. I just can't." She started to cry.

"Okay, Sarah. Not to worry. It sounds important. I'll come by and pick it up." I looked at my watch. Eleven o'clock. "After lunch. What time do you eat?"

I could hear Sarah sniff her nose. "Usually at noon. Right now I could use some normalcy...like going to lunch. Thank you, Kay."

Normalcy, I thought after I hung up. That would be nice.

I glanced through some Italian travel guides for a few minutes, but my heart wasn't in it. I kept thinking of Martin's death and the letter. What was in it?

I decided to head over to Sarah's and try to catch her before she went to lunch.

Sarah answered the door. When I went into her apartment she handed me the envelope from Martin.

As I opened the letter, Sarah said, "Kay, when I go to lunch I'm going to see if Anne will even be able to go down to eat."

I started reading Martin's letter out loud.

The information enclosed in this letter will be of the utmost importance in bringing down a monster in our midst. If anything should happen to me, please make this information public at the earliest convenience. I want to be on the record as saying that Nancy Reinhardt approached me October 15 of last year asking me to put her in my will in exchange for sexual liaisons. I declined her unsavory offer. I feel contrite that I have never breathed a word of this to another soul, until today to my good friend Anne Niven, but my embarrassment at the proposition was too great. I've asked Anne, to witness the writing of this letter, so it can be used as evidence against Ms. Reinhardt, should the need arise.

Sincerely, Martin Khan Anne Niven, Witness Sarah looked embarrassed when the letter concluded. "Oh my. Do you suppose Nancy killed him because of this?"

"I don't think so. She probably didn't even know about the letter."

"What are you going to do with it?"

I put the letter in my purse. "Not sure. I'll have to think about it. I'll do something." But there was no need to think about it.

As I drove home, I knew what it was time to do. I had the tape of Barnowski and now Martin's letter. Chief of Police Kirk couldn't ignore both of these.

Instead of going home, I headed over to the police station. When Kirk saw me, it looked like he tried to suppress a scowl, which he didn't manage very well. I told him about the recording with Jim Barnowski.

"I want to show you that there are reasons to suspect Nancy, and that we need to act."

Exasperated, he began to listen while playing around with some pencils on his desk. After it was over he sat for a few moments without speaking.

"Kay, this is one man's word. We need more residents to come forward, others who Nancy approached in a similar fashion." He sat silent for several moments. "What Nancy Reinhardt is doing is unethical. It does cross a line."

I couldn't believe what Kirk was saying, "crossing a line." "I would think it is illegal. Sexual favors for money?"

"It would be admissible in a court of law-"

"And if you want more evidence..." I handed him Martin's letter.

He continued talking as he held the folded letter. "The present owner of Hawthorne Hills Retirement Home is a friend of mine. Robert Peterson doesn't take over until the end of the month. I can give my friend a call and tell him about the recording. An investigation could be started."

"I would think your friend had better do something. The retirement home could face disciplinary action by the State Department of Regulation and Licensing."

Kirk cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

"Viktor Petruska, Les Hollings' partner, said that Les had overheard Nancy making "dates" with various residents, and had seen Nancy with James Barnowski through James' window. It might be why Les was killed. Think about it. And now Martin is dead as well. Maybe Martin also snooped around and found something out he shouldn't have. You should read his letter."

Kirk's face reddened. A blend of anger and annoyance etched lines adjacent to his mouth. His perpetual sheen of sweat on his forehead turned to drops. Then all of a sudden he snapped the pencil he was holding in half. "You're quite accustomed to having your way, Kay. I know you worked as a public health nurse and with the police department in Colorado before you moved here, but you can't keep coming in here and telling me my job." He took in a deep breath. And unfolded the paper.

He continued his rant. "Nancy Reinhardt reminded me the other day that it is very suspicious that you are the only connection to all the murders. You were always around when bad stuff happened."

"Me? What are you talking about?"

He gave a ....smile. "You were there when Les died. She heard you were the one who discovered the professor in the ginseng case. And a couple of your other friends were murdered as well. Now you hand me a letter from Martin who just died last night, who you think might have been murdered by Nancy."

I wanted to slap his smile away and slap the next smile of Nancy's off her face. "You know the circumstances of the previous deaths. How can you say that? I'm the one who tried to help...actually solved the murders." I hardly recognized my own voice. It sounded so harsh. "The police? They're either bungling the job or commiting the crimes themselves!" I put my hand over my mouth before I said any more.

Kirk grew quiet, but he didn't seem any less angry. Actually, he seemed to sulk a bit; perhaps he finally recognized the great value that I had in our community's crime prevention efforts. Not likely. "Kay, all I'm saying is that death seems to follow you."

Still not reading the letter, he said, "Anyway, Nancy wasn't anywhere near the kitchen that day. She had just gotten back from a conference that was held in the Cities around one o'clock, the time the tea started. She was never in the kitchen nor the dining room until both she and Dr. Lee were called because of Les, after the fact. They were in a meeting together at that time."

My body tensed. Two deaths had occurred and no one was doing anything to stop it.

I glared at Kirk as he proceeded to read. All was quiet for a few minutes other than my teeth grinding.

I was debating whether I should have gotten up and left during his temper tantrum. But Kirk's face had changed quite a bit since he began reading the letter, which he looked quite engrossed in. When he finished, he looked up at me and then back down and read it through a second time. He tapped the paper excitedly with his middle finger. "With both of these, we have something to work with!"

He walked over to the bookcase, pulled out a two volume thick set of books, and brought them over to his desk. The tomes must have been thousands of pages in all; about a foot wide together. He paged through one of them. "Okay, here. In the Wisconsin State Legislative Documents under Prostitution, Chapter 944.30, it reads, "...any person who intentionally does any of the following is guilty of a Class A misdemeanor: 1) Has or offers to have or requests to have nonmarital sexual intercourse for anything of value. 2) Commits or offers to commit or requests to commit an act of sexual contact for anything of value."

"Nancy fits the bill," I said.

"Looks like we have some work to do. If you will please excuse me, Kay. I might give my friend a call and give him a heads up on Reinhardt's activities before the warrant arrives."

When I stood up to leave his office I heard him say, "And, Kay...thanks for bringing this to my attention."

Jerk! Just like Nancy.

Chapter Seventeen.

After talking to Chief of Police Kirk, I ran several errands. Late afternoon, when I was pulling into our driveway, I saw John walking up to our front door. I called out that I would be with him in a jiffy and parked the car in the garage.

John was red in the face when I opened the front door. "Kay, I need to speak with you!" His voice wavered. He brushed past me into the entryway.

"Of course. Come in. Let me take your coat," I said, taking mine off. "Would you like some coffee, tea? Decaf?" He sounded like he already had too much caffeine.

"No, thanks. I don't plan on staying long," he said in a terse manner. "Elizabeth's at a friend's home and I want to leave before she returns and sees my car over here."

Hmmm. "I see. What's this about?" He went over and sat down on the sofa. I sat in a chair across from him. "Doesn't sound like you are doing real well."

"I'm not...doing real well. I've been agonizing about your new neighbor. I don't understand what the deal is with him. It seems like he is always around Elizabeth. I can tell she likes the attention."

"John, I'm sorry. I do think Peterson is a bit overwhelming as well." And Deirdre and I both think he's creepy and hiding something. "You know how friendly and generous a person Elizabeth is. She's just being Elizabeth."

"Do you think you can discourage her from seeing him?"

"John, you know you can't tell Elizabeth what to do. I'll try to keep a closer eye out for her."