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buildup of gases inside. I just thank God it wasn’t Meredith he had to
see that way.
“Do they think her husband killed her?” I ask.
“No one said.”
“We heard she was naked.”
“Mostly, yes,” he says. “But she was covered up with a blanket.”
“A blanket?” Bea asks. She’s surprised, as am I. It’s unexpected. It
strikes me as an affectionate, intimate thing to do, not the kind of
thing a ruthless killer would do. Unless of course the murderer knew
his victim and had a fondness for her. Then he might do something
like cover her up with a blanket.
I think of Bea and my conversation with Jason Tebow, with the
midwife and what we learned about Dr. Feingold.
“How much does Meredith tell you about her clients?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you know Shelby was a client of hers?”
The look on Josh’s face is clear. He didn’t know. “Meredith left her
clients’ names out of it when we talked about them. Their privacy
was important to her. She’d tell me when a husband was being an
ass, or about a baby born with some abnormality, but she never
called them by name.”
“Then you didn’t know that the Tebows are suing their obstetrician
for malpractice. Meredith is to testify in a deposition against him,” I
say.
The color fades from Josh’s face. “How do you know?” he asks,
and I tell him. He looks at us in disbelief, his eyes going back and
forth between Bea’s and mine. He asks, “You spoke to Jason
Tebow? You should be more careful. He could be dangerous. What if
he killed Shelby?” he asks. “How do you know he wouldn’t have
killed you, too?”
Bea and I say nothing. Josh runs his fingers through his hair. The
realization that Meredith might have gotten herself into something
high-risk scares him. I can see the disbelief in his eyes. The worry.
Once upon a time, Meredith told him everything. Even if she kept her
clients’ confidentiality, testifying against this doctor was something
she should have told him.