What did you say your Name was? – A Novel, Chapter 13

Martindale called Agnes to make an appointment to talk. He apologized for the inconvenience it may cause her during her period of mourning, but said new information received by the police needed confirmation.

Martindale and another officer went to see Agnes two days later. Agnes verified their identity and escorted them in. She pointed to a sofa facing the bay window in the small living room. Martindale looked to be in his late fifties, probably a veteran of the police force, Agnes thought. He introduced his companion to Agnes, but she soon forgot the name. Martindale and his companion walked passed a hallway decorated with family pictures and sat on the sofa. Agnes sat across from them in a large chair and clasped her hands together. She twisted her fingers nervously to brace herself for a barrage of questions.

Martindale cleared his throat. “We apologize for the inconvenience, Mrs. Martin. I’ll try to make it brief.” He said to put her at ease.

“Thank you.” Agnes said, almost in a whisper.

“Let’s start with Dr. Martin, what kind of practice did he have?”

“Pediatric.”

“And, was his practice limited to Miami?”

“Strictly Miami.”

“Did anyone from out-of-state visit him recently?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where had Dr. Martin been lately?” Martindale’s tone was matter of fact. His assistant was taking notes.

“Nowhere really,” Agnes replied. She glanced out the bay window as if to recollect something, then said, “I just remembered we had visited Montego Bay, Jamaica earlier this year.”

“Vacation or business?”

“Well both, really. Owen participated in a panel discussion at the All American Pediatric Association convention.”

“Did he or you both meet anyone suspicious there?”

“Well, I don’t know what was happening at the convention during the day, but at night we were always together.” She said.

“And you didn’t meet anyone else or no one else tried to contact Dr. Martin?”

“We did meet a Prof. Ashley and his wife when we were waiting for our flight back.”

“Prof. Ashley?”

“Yes. He and Owen had attended University of Oklahoma together. Dr. Ashley is a professor at University of Michigan.”

“Thank you.” Martindale’s assistant wrote something in his notebook. Martindale continued his questioning; further probing Owen’s connection to out-of-town people.

“Did you notice any change in Dr. Martin’s behavior in the last few weeks?”

“No, he was busy with his practice and came home after his work. He was disciplined and followed his daily routine. He was a Vietnam War veteran.” Agnes replied with a sound of pride in her voice.

Owen had maintained, she told him, his normal habit of running every morning. He had been a good husband and devoted father.

“Do you have any children Mrs. Martin?”

“Our daughter, Sally, lives in Melbourne. She is married.”

“Anyone else?

“No.”

“I see. Did you know of any people Dr. Martin knew in New York City?” Martindale wanted to hear if Agnes would mention Demond.

“His sister Kaylee lives in Manhasset with her husband Roger.”

“Anyone besides close family? Friends or people he might have come across in his business?”

“In HIS business?” Agnes asked, slightly irritated. “Officer, my husband was a well-known doctor. He was Miami’s best. He had many patients.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you Mrs. Martin. We’re trying to figure out if Dr. Martin had any dealings with suspicious characters, for instance.”

“Are you saying my husband was buying drugs? He was a good Christian. We went to church every Sunday. He led an honest and clean life.” Agnes had raised her voice.

“We don’t doubt that Mrs. Martin. We just have to be sure. We have come to know that the person who hit your husband was carrying a pack of Marijuana cigarettes in his car, and he had listed his address in New York. We also know for fact that traces of Marijuana were found in Dr. Martin’s blood.”

Agnes just stared at him. She knew of Owen’s visit to the Hookah Bar in New York City but didn’t want to volunteer the information.

“Thank you Mrs. Martin. If you remember anything, please call. Here’s my card, just in case.” Martindale said as he and his assistant got up to leave. She already had his card. It’s probably their routine, she thought.

“Will do.” She said.

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