Jim nodded. 'Yeah. It's crazy out there. I'm staying here with my little sasquatch and her mommy.'

'I need to run an errand. I want to follow up with Miss No-Nonsense, see where she was on the fifteenth.'

Jim's brows furrowed. 'All right, but be careful.'

'Should I stop on the way and order the turkey?'

Jim smiled. 'I'm a step ahead of you. I already preordered it online.'

I sat outside Sara's house and contemplated my strategy.

Could I come right out and ask her about Howard?

How sure was I that Celia and he were having an affair? If they weren't and Sara was completely innocent, I'd be sticking my nose where it didn't belong. On the other hand, Celia was still alive. If Sara was plotting something, better to be safe than sorry.

I rang Sara's doorbell. She opened the door and squinted at me.

'Oh, I wasn't expecting you.' She had on a bright orange T-shirt and jeans with paint splotches across the front. She stood in the doorway and kept me on the stoop.

'Sorry I didn't call first. Do you have a minute?'

She glanced behind her, into what I knew was the living room. 'Just one. Go ahead.'

I imagined baby Amanda at her huge play station, flailing around.

'Uh. Yeah. Okay.'

Why wasn't she letting me inside the house?

Why was Miss No-Nonsense dressed in a dirty old T-shirt?

'Sara, can you tell me where you were on November fifteenth? Did you happen to see Celia Martin that day?'

I waited for her reaction to Celia's name, but she simply scratched at her chin. 'Was that last week? What day? Who's Celia?'

'It was a Tuesday. Celia is a midwife. She did Margaret's birth and now she's helping Evelyn . . .'

Sara scrunched her nose in distaste at the mention of Evelyn's name. 'Oh. Yeah. The midwife.'

'I understand Howard was the general contractor that remodeled the birthing center.'

She frowned and blinked rapidly a few times. 'Oh . . . uh . . . uh-huh.'

She hadn't known.

Her husband had taken the job on the side and hadn't told her. Even Margaret knew about the job. I guess the mommy group wasn't as close as they had pretended. Venom, lies, and betrayal all around.

Sara composed herself and asked, 'How can I help you?'

'Where were you on the fifteenth, Sara? Did you see Celia?'

'No. Why are you asking?'

'Someone poisoned her with the same drug that killed Helene.'

Sara swallowed and appeared frozen. 'Is she all right?'

She didn't seem to know anything.

I nodded. 'Can you tell me where you were on Tuesday morning?'

'Tuesdays are Amanda's swim cla.s.s. We were at La Pet.i.te Grenouille.'

That would be easy to check.

I rapped on the doorframe. 'Okay. Thank you for your time.'

I proceed down the walkway toward my car. As I got in, I noticed she was watching me from the window.

Strange, but was she guilty?

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.

Swimming?

I stood at the front desk with Laurie in my arms and looked at the pools through the gla.s.s doors. There was a small wading pool and another larger pool complete with a covered yellow slide.

In the larger pool there seemed to be a toddler cla.s.s going on. Only three children and one teenager with a bright pink swim cap on. The teenage instructor was a.s.sisting the kids to alternately swim through a tunnel. The children were swimming remarkably well given their age and looked adorable with tiny flippers on their feet.

In the wading pool were several moms holding their infants in their arms. They were following the instructions of another teenager, this one with auburn-colored hair. All the moms would hold the infants up in the air and duck them in the water at the same time.

I couldn't hear anything through the gla.s.s doors, but every time the babies resurfaced, their mouths were shaped into giant O's and I'm fairly certain they were screaming their little hearts out.

What about this was supposed to be good for them?

I turned Laurie toward the baby pool. 'Does that look fun to you? Do you want to do that?'

Laurie pedaled her little feet.

'Is that a yes?'

From the changing area a slim instructor with wet hair that was pulled back in a ponytail approached us.

'Are you here for the free trial cla.s.s?' she asked.

'Actually, no.' I hesitated. 'I . . . uh . . . I wanted to sign up.' I smiled.

She frowned and stepped toward the desk. 'Are you on the wait list? Did we call you with an opening?' She flipped through a huge black book that was by the phone.

I eyed the book.

Did they mark the attendance there?

'No. I thought I'd just sign up.'

She frowned. 'You thought you would . . . right.' She closed the book with a loud thud. 'Why don't you give me your name? Our wait list is quite long. We'll call you if any cla.s.ses are added.'

Still looking at the book, I said, 'Right. Or, you know, if anyone drops out or-'

'Our students don't generally drop out drop out. Yes, there is the occasional one that moves or has, say, perhaps a medical issue, but frankly speaking, there's not a lot of movement is the existing cla.s.ses.'

I nodded.

'How old is your daughter?' she asked.

'She's two months.'

'It's a shame you didn't sign up earlier. We have a mommy and me starting next week.' She glanced thoughtfully at the pool. 'Have you had a tour?'

I shook my head. 'No, but-'

She moved away from the desk. 'Come along then.'

She led me to the gla.s.s doors separating the reception area from the pools. I wished now that I'd brought Paula or Mom along. They would be able to snoop through the book while Laurie and I toured the facility.

As the instructor pushed open the door, the smell of chlorine hit me. I inhaled deeply; somehow the smell made me want to dive in.

I've never considered myself a swimmer, but why should my limitations become Laurie's? Maybe lessons would be good for her.

The instructor told me how the water temperature of both pools was reminiscent of the womb, then recounted the benefits of swimming. By the time she was done, I really wanted a spot in the cla.s.s.

Odd. I hadn't thought about swimming in such a long time and now in the middle of November it seemed the thing to do.

She led me to the changing rooms. There was an open shower area and several bathroom stalls. Additionally, portable cribs and playpens were set up and scattered throughout the room. The mommy and me cla.s.s had just finished and two moms holding their towel-wrapped babies followed us into the area.

One mom put her baby into a crib and rummaged around a locker for shampoo. The other mom simply turned on the shower and ducked herself and her baby under it.

My cell phone rang from the depths of my diaper purse.

'I'll let you get that,' the instructor said, leaving the room.

I looked around for a dry place to put Laurie and settled on the crib next to the one with the other infant.

As I dug around for my cell phone, one mom said to the other, 'So, when do you guys leave for Germany?'

They carried on their conversation as I answered my phone. I didn't catch it in time but read Gary's office number on the caller ID in the missed call window. I waited for the voice mail beep and listened to the message as soon as it came through. It was his secretary looking for my status report.

Darn. I'd have to go home and send him something quick.

As I put away my phone, I heard the mom showering say, 'Thank G.o.d we're traveling now. Did you know the airline makes you pay for an extra seat if your baby is over two?'

I picked up Laurie and headed out to the reception area. The desk was empty. I looked around, certainly there were still people in the pool area, but the instructor who had given me the tour was nowhere in sight.

'Don't tell anyone,' I whispered to Laurie.

I circled around the desk and flipped the book open. I saw where the woman had added my name to the wait list.

Number 187!

Jeez, this place was in demand.

I quickly turned the pages of the book. A computer printout of cla.s.s rosters was stapled into the pages. I found the Tuesday 10 A.M. cla.s.s and baby Amanda's name.

There was a neat row of little checkmarks in each graph box representing all the Tuesdays in the past three months.

Perfect attendance.

Miss No-Nonsense and her little sprout had been here at La Pet.i.te Grenouille on the morning Celia was poisoned.

I looked up from the book and jumped to find the instructor standing in front of the desk, glaring at me.

'What do you think you're doing!' she demanded.

Shoot!

'Uh. Nothing . . .'

'Are you trying to put your name at the top of the wait list!?'

'What? No! I . . .'

She crossed to behind the desk and advanced on me, causing me to back away from the book. Laurie let out a little whimper.

The woman harrumphed and opened the book to the wait list page. She studied it a moment, then took a pencil from a cup on the desk and erased Laurie's name from the last line.

'Hey! You can't do that!' I said.

'Oh? Can't I?' she asked, pushing the eraser debris from the book with a smug look.