A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

clean up after the workers leave. Zeus is here somewhere, but
wherever he is, he’s hiding. He doesn’t like having people in the
house any more than I do.
Bea changes out of her wet clothes and into something dry. She
pours me a glass of wine and brings it to the sofa, where we sit with
Wyatt at our feet. Dusk falls and the house turns dark. Bea and I
make our way around, turning on lights. We reconvene on the sofa.
“I’ve been thinking,” she says.
I sip from my glass of wine. “About what?”
“Just because Dr. Feingold is a creep,” she says, “doesn’t make
him a murderer.”
“Why do you say that?”
“What if he lied about knowing Meredith, not because he’s
somehow involved in her disappearance, but because of the
malpractice suit. Think about it, Kate. If he believed for a second that
you were pregnant and in need of a doula, he wouldn’t want
Meredith to scare you away. Meredith would have bad-mouthed him
after what went down with that Tebow baby. It’s bad for business.”
I consider what she’s said. “I guess you’re right,” I tell her, though
this doesn’t make him any less culpable in my mind. He’s still on the
suspect list, as far as I’m concerned.
“I think we can’t just gloss over the husband,” Bea says. “He and
Shelby had problems. He was the only one who knew she’d gone
running that night. He had a motive to kill her, and he had the
means. And maybe Josh is right—maybe the husband only said
what he said about Dr. Feingold to clear his own name.”
“But the midwife backed his story up.”
“I’m not saying it didn’t happen. I’m suggesting the husband had a
hidden agenda in telling us. Because let’s be honest, Kate, until he
did, we were convinced he was a wife killer. But now we’re not so
sure. He planted that seed of reasonable doubt.” Bea is right; he did.
Before yesterday there was only one name on my suspect list, and
now there are two.
“But we saw Dr. Feingold,” I argue, still feeling the way he forced
my knees apart, the way he thrust his fingers inside me as if
hollowing out a pumpkin. Hours later, I could convince myself that he
didn’t do anything unethical. It was the rote, forceful way that he did