“She never followed through with it,” Evan continued, “claiming it was at the urging of the hospital when she came in for treatment.”
“Treatment for?” Reese asked, still skimming his phone.
“A broken arm and a laceration to the head. She later stated she fell down the stairs.”
“Any hospital incidents since then?” Charlie asked.
“None.” Evan’s disbelief was evident.
“Not asingleone,” Reese reiterated, reading the details. “In fact, she hasn’t seen a medical professional of any sort since then.”
“Sounds off,” Brantley said. “Have JJ dig deeper.”
Reese typed up a note to JJ requesting more details.
“Do we know how long they’ve all been members of the country club?” Evan asked.
“Hawkins and Jacobs were members first,” Charlie answered, clearly having memorized the details. “Wright not until a few years ago, when they brought him on as a partner. From what I read, he came into a financial windfall and wanted to pursue the investment angle.”
“What was the windfall from?” Slade asked.
“JJ didn’t know,” Charlie answered. “Not sure it’s relevant.”
Maybe, maybe not, Reese thought.
“Which is when the wives met?”
Reese knew no one would have the answer, so he typed it up, shot it to JJ, told her to follow up on details along those lines, looking into Brian Wright’s history and more on Nancy.
“We learned something interesting,” Charlie added, her dark eyes bouncing between everyone at the table. “When I asked to see the scene where Wright’s body was found, the manager informed us he’d never been there.”
Brantley leaned back. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly that. Seth Jacobs did not die at the country club, nor was his body ever there,” Slade commented. “The manager was rather convincing, too.”
“The police report states he was discovered there,” Reese argued, glancing back at his phone and reading up on the details, wondering if they’d gotten it wrong and, if so, how the fuck they could’ve gotten itsowrong.
“It actually makes sense that he wasn’t there based on what I learned from the medical examiner,” Evan said. “His COD was suffocation. He found particulates in the lungs, said it would’ve likely come from a pillow. The country club doesn’t tie in with that. I mean, sure, maybe they’ve got pillows, but it specifically states the locker room.”
“Was he drugged?” Charlie asked.
“His blood alcohol level was well above the legal limit, but other than that, he found no drugs.”
“What about the other guy? Was he also suffocated?” Slade asked, eyes darting at every person at the table.
“Brian Wright,” Evan clarified. “No, he wasn’t. ME said he ingested a lethal dose of nitroglycerin.”
“Was it his prescription?” Charlie asked.
“ME said it wasn’t in his medical history, nor did he find any reason to believe he should be on it based on the autopsy.”
“I’ve got JJ digging into Mrs. Jacobs’s medical history,” Reese told them. “To see if she’s been prescribed nitroglycerin.”
Reese felt Brantley’s eyes boring into him.
“What?”
“You caught that, too?”
