Page 37 of Luck of the Devil

I considered it for a moment, then lifted a shoulder into a shrug. “Some are, some aren’t.”

“Maybe they saw something.”

Did I really want to take the time to canvas the neighborhood right now? I needed a shower, and it was a three-hour drive to Jonesboro. Not to mention we still had to dig through my mother’s waterlogged things to see if there was a note with the phone number.

“I can ask around,” he said nonchalantly.

I nearly spat out my coffee. “You?”

He shrugged. “How likely are they to know who I am?” A grin spread across his face. “I can be charming when I want to be.”

“You? Charming?’ I snorted. “I’d love to see that.” But even as I said, I knew he was right. I’d seen hints of it before.

He sat back and brought the coffee cup to his lips, a smirk filling his eyes.

I shook my head. “No way are you going through the neighborhood. If anyone puts together who you are, then we’ll have a whole new mess to deal with. I think it can wait for now. We need to go through her suitcase, and I should do that before I take a shower since it’s bound to stink to high heaven.”

“Did you look up her pharmacy account?”

“Not yet.”

“Pull that up first, then we’ll tackle the suitcase.”

It was easy to log in since her computer auto fed the login information. A couple of clicks showed her list of medications. Zoloft was the most recent one filled.

“She had a prescription of Zoloft for 50 mg,” I said, shaking my head. “I still find it difficult to believe she’d agree to take it.”

“What if she didn’t?”

I glanced up at him and narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting someone had it prescribed for her to make it look like she was on antidepressants?”

“It would sure help sell the suicide theory.”

I pushed out a sigh. He was right, but the only person I could think of who could pull that off was my father. The prescription had been sent in three weeks ago, so if he was responsible for it, her death had been premeditated.

My heart began to pound, and I reminded myself that this was just another case. A random woman. Of course her husband was the number one suspect.

“We need to find out if she asked for the prescription,” Malcolm said. “Who prescribed it? Her usual doctor?”

I checked the screen. “Yeah. Dr. Duncan.”

“Is Dr. Duncan friends with your father?”

My stomach sank like a stone. “They’re golf buddies.”

He lifted a brow. “Say they’re out on the course, and your father mentions how anxious your mother’s been, only she’s too embarrassed to call or make an appointment to ask for help. So, your dad’s buddy offers to prescribe it and save her the visit.”

“That would be illegal. She’d have to ask for it herself.”

“You really think that kind of thing doesn’t happen?” he scoffed. “Especially in a town like this?”

He had a point, but how could I find out?

I’d deal with it after we came back from Jonesboro.

I closed the laptop and plugged it into the charger at the table to make sure it was fully charged before I took it with us. Malcolm would be driving, which would give me plenty of time to search her computer using the hotspot on my phone.

I took a long sip from my mug before I stood. I couldn’t put this off any longer. “Let’s dig through her bag.”