Part 8 (2/2)
Her next stop was the Grove Real Estate Agency on East Main Street. She drove there, half-expecting to find it closed, but when she parked the car and walked over to it, she could see that there were three people in the reception area, even though the CLOSED sign was on the door.
To her astonishment, one of them was Marcella Williams. Of course she'd be here, Dru thought. She wants to get the dirt firsthand. But Marcella could be useful, she conceded a moment later, when she unlocked the door, invited her in, and introduced her to Georgette Grove's a.s.sociates.
Both the man and the woman looked annoyed, and were obviously about to refuse her request for an interview, even though she put it as innocently as possible, saying, ”I want to write a fitting tribute to Georgette Grove, who was a pillar of this community.”
Marcella intervened on her behalf. ”You really should talk to Dru,” she told Robin Carpenter and Henry Paley. ”In her story in the Star-Ledger yesterday, she wrote very sympathetically about Georgette, how distressed she was at the vandalism, and even told how Georgette had dragged the hose out trying to clean it up before the Nolans arrived.”
That was before I knew that Georgette may have been in violation of the law, selling that house to the Nolans and not telling them about the stigma, Dru thought. ”Georgette Grove was important to Mendham,” she said. ”I think she deserves to be remembered for all her community activities.”
As she spoke she was studying both Carpenter and Paley.
Despite the fact that Carpenter's blue eyes were swollen and her face blotched from recent tears, there was no mistaking the fact that she was beautiful, Dru decided. She's a natural blond, but those highlights came from the hairdresser. Lovely face. Big, wide-set eyes. If that nose is her own, she was born lucky. Come-hither lips. Wonder if she gets injections to keep them puffed up. Great body. Could easily have been a model, although since she's only about five four, she's not tall enough to have ever made the big money in fas.h.i.+on. She also knows how to dress, Dru thought, noting Robin's well-tailored, cream-colored gabardine pant suit and the lowcut neckline of her frilly pink and cream print blouse.
If she's trying to be s.e.xy, though, she's wasting her efforts here, Dru decided as she concentrated on Henry Paley. The thin, nervous-looking, sixtyish real estate agent appeared to be more worried than grieved, a thought she tucked away for later consideration.
They told her they were just about to have coffee and invited her to join them. Cup in hand, Dru followed Robin across the room to the couch and chairs that were grouped around a television set.
”When I came to work here last year, Georgette told me that she had redesigned this reception area so that she could have a friendly visit with potential clients and then show them the videos of houses she thought might be right for them,” Robin explained sadly.
”Did she have a video of the house on Holland Road?” Dru asked, hoping the question didn't come across as too abrupt.
”No,” Henry Paley said. ”That house was sold the minute it came on the market. We never even got a chance to look at it. But the sale fell through, and it went into multiple listing only last week.”
”Did you inspect it?” Dru asked, mentally crossing her fingers that they would be able to answer some questions about the house where Georgette Grove had been murdered.
”I did last week,” Paley replied. ”In fact, I took potential buyers to see it, but then they admitted it was way out of their price range.”
”I was there covering the story for my newspaper a couple of hours ago,” Dru said. ”We were only outside, of course, but it's obviously a beautiful home. I can't help wondering why Georgette Grove was so quick to show it to Celia Nolan. Did Celia tell her that she wouldn't stay in the house on Old Mill Lane, or did it have anything to do with the real estate law about a stigmatized house? If the Nolans had sued Georgette, wouldn't she have had to refund their money?”
Dru did not miss the way Henry Paley's lips tightened. ”The Nolans wanted to stay in the area,”
Henry said, his voice frosty. ”Georgette told me that she phoned Mrs. Nolan and offered to show her other houses, foregoing her commission.”
Dru decided to take a chance on asking another thin-ice question. ”But after Georgette Grove betrayed them in a way by not giving full disclosure, wouldn't it have been reasonable for them to demand their money back and go to a different broker?”
”I heard Georgette, right here in this room, try to tell Alex Nolan about the history of the house, and he brushed it off,” Robin said heatedly. ”Whether or not she should have insisted on telling Mrs. Nolan about it is something else, of course. I've got to be honest. If I were in Celia Nolan's shoes, I'd have been d.a.m.n mad about the vandalism, but I wouldn't have pa.s.sed out.
Georgette was worried that her legal position was vulnerable. That's why she was so anxious to find another house for Celia Nolan. And that urgency cost her her life.”
”What do you think happened to her?” Dru asked.
”I think somebody found a way to get into that house and was surprised when Georgette showed up, or else somebody followed her in with the idea of robbing her, then panicked.”
”Did Georgette come into the office this morning?”
”No, and we didn't expect her. When Henry and I were leaving yesterday, she told us she was planning to go directly to the farmhouse.”
”Did Georgette stay after you left because she was meeting someone here?”
”This was Georgette's second home. She often stayed late.”
Dru had gotten more information than she had dared to expect. She could tell that Henry Paley was about to object to her questions, and Robin Carpenter's answer gave her the escape route she needed.
”You say this was her second home. Let's talk about the kind of person Georgette was. I know she's been a leader in community affairs.”
”She kept a sc.r.a.pbook,” Robin said. ”Why don't I get it for you?”
Fifteen minutes later, her notebook filled with jottings, Dru was ready to leave. Marcella Williams got up to go with her. Outside the office, when Dru started to say goodbye, Marcella said, ”I'll walk you to your car.”
”It's terrible isn't it?” she began. ”I mean I still can't believe Georgette is dead. I don't think most people in town even know about it yet. The prosecutor and a detective were just leaving when I got to the office. I guess they'd been questioning Robin and Henry. I went over because I wanted to see if there was anything I could do, you know, make phone calls to notify people or something.
”That was nice of you,” Dru said drily.
”I mean it's not as if Georgette was popular with everybody. She had very strong feelings about what should and shouldn't be built around town. You remember Ronald Reagan's great remark that if the environmentalists had it their way, they'd be building bird cages in the White House.
Some people think that if Georgette had her way, we'd be driving over cobblestone roads and reading by gaslight in Mendham.”
What is Marcella getting at? Dru wondered.
”Robin told me that Henry cried like a baby when he heard about Georgette, and I believe it,”
Marcella continued. ”From what I understand, ever since his wife died a few years back, he's had a thing for Georgette, but she apparently wasn't interested. I also heard that since he's been getting ready to retire, his att.i.tude has really changed. He's told a lot of people that he'd like to close the agency and sell the office. You were just there. Originally it was a pleasant family home but now, because that block is a commercial zone, it's really gone up in value. In addition to that, Henry bought property on Route 24 with Georgette as an investment years ago. He's been wanting to sell it, but she wanted to deed it to the state.”
”What will happen to it now?” Dru asked.
”Your guess is as good as mine. Georgette has a couple of cousins in Pennsylvania she was close to, so I bet she remembered them in her will.” Marcella's laugh was sardonic. ”One thing I'm sure of. If she left that land to her cousins, the state can whistle for that property. They'll sell it in a heartbeat.”
Dru had left her car in the parking lot next to Robinson's, the nineteenth-century pharmacy that was one of the landmarks of the town. When they reached the car, she said goodbye to Marcella and agreed to keep in touch. As she drove away, she glanced at the pharmacy and reflected that the sight of the quaint building had probably given great pleasure to Georgette Grove.
Dru also reflected on the fact that Marcella Williams had gone out of her way to tell her that Henry Paley would profit by Georgette Grove's death. Does she have a personal grudge against Henry, Dru wondered-or is she trying to protect someone else?
CHAPTER 23.
Charley Hatch lived in one of the smallest houses in Mendham, a nineteenth-century, four-room cottage. He had bought it after his divorce. The attraction of the property was that it had a barn that housed all his landscaping and snowplowing equipment. Forty-four years old and mildly attractive with dark blond hair and an olive complexion, Charley made a good living out of the residents of Mendham, but had a deep-seated resentment toward his wealthy clients.
He cut their lawns and trimmed their hedges from spring until fall, and then plowed their driveways in the winter, and always he wondered why their positions weren't reversed, why he hadn't been the one to be born into money and privilege.
A handful of his oldest customers trusted him with a key, and paid him to check their homes after a heavy rain or snowstorm when they were away. If he was in the mood, he sometimes took his sleeping bag to one of those houses and spent the night watching television in the family room and helping himself to whatever he liked from their liquor cabinets. Doing this gave him a satisfying feeling of one-upmans.h.i.+p-the same feeling he had when he agreed to vandalize the house on Old Mill Lane.
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