In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

play.”
    “But…” Peabody studied the body again, the scene, and wished she could see whatever Eve could. “Why?”
    “If it was all in fun, and went wrong, why did the killer leave the noose around Anders’s neck? An accident, but you don’t loosen it, try to revive when he starts choking, convulsing?”
    “Maybe in the throes…Okay, that’s a stretch, but if it happened fast, and she or he panicked…”
    “Either way, we’ve got a corpse, we’ve got a case. We’ll see what the ME thinks about accidental. We’ll go interview the housekeeper, let the sweepers in here.”
     
    G reta Horowitz was a sturdy-looking woman with a long rectangle of a face and a no-nonsense ’tude Eve appreciated. She offered coffee in the big silver and black kitchen, then served it with steady hands and dry eyes. With her strong, German-accented voice, direct blue eyes, and Valkyrie build, Eve assumed Greta handled what came her way.
    “How long have you been here, Ms. Horowitz?”
    “I am nine years in this employment, and in this country.”
    “You came to the U.S. from…”
    “Berlin.”
    “How did you come to be employed by the Anderses?”
    “Through an employment agency. You want to know how I came here and why. This is simple, and then we can speak of what is important. My husband was in the military. He was killed twelve years ago. We had no children. I am accomplished in running households, and to work I signed with an agency in Germany. I came to wish to come here. A soldier’s wife sees much of the world, but I had never seen New York. I applied for this position, and after several interviews via ’link and holo, was hired.”
    “Thank you. Before we get to what’s important, do you know why the Anderses wanted a German housekeeper, particularly?”
    “I am House Manager.”
    “House Manager.”
    “Mr. Anders’s grandmother was from Germany, and as a boy he had a German nanny.”
    “Okay. What time did you arrive this morning?”
    “Six. Precisely. I arrive at six precisely every morning but Sunday, which is my full day off. I leave at four, precisely, but for Tuesdays and Thursdays when I leave at one. My schedule can be adjusted as needed, and with sufficient notice.”
    “When you arrived at precisely six this morning, what did you do? Precisely?”
    Greta’s lips twitched, very slightly. It might have been humor. “Precisely, I removed my coat, hat, scarf, gloves, and stored them in the closet. Then I engaged the in-house security cameras. Mr. Anders disengages them every night prior to retiring. He dislikes the sensation of being watched, even if no one is in the house. My first duty in the morning is to turn them on again. After doing so, I came in here. I turned on the news, as is my habit, then checked the communication system. My employers most usually leave their breakfast orders the night before. They prefer I prepare them, rather than using the AutoChef. Mr. Anders ordered sliced melon, an egg-white omelette with dill, and two slices of wheat toast, with butter and orange marmalade. Coffee—he takes his with cream and one sugar—and a glass of tomato juice.”
    “Do you know what time he put the order in?”
    “Yes. At twenty-two seventeen.”
    “So you started breakfast?”
    “I did not. Mr. Anders would have breakfasted today at eight-fifteen. My next morning duty would have been to reengage the two domestic droids, as these are shut down every evening before Mr. and Mrs. Anders retire, and to give them the day’s work schedule. The droids are kept in the security room, there.” She gestured. “I went in to deal with them, but I noticed the security screens—the in-house. I saw Mr. Anders’s bedroom door was open. Mr. Anders never leaves his door open. If he’s inside the room, or has left the room, the door is closed. If I’m required to be in the room, I’m to leave the door open while I’m inside, then close it again when I leave. It’s the same for the domestics.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s not my place to ask.”
    It’s my place, Eve thought. “You saw the door was open, but you didn’t notice the dead man in bed?”
    “The bedroom camera screens only the sitting area. Mr. Anders programmed it that way.”
    “A little phobic, maybe?”
    “Perhaps. I will say he’s a very private man.”
    “So his door was open.”
    “Nine years,” Greta continued. “The door has never been open when I arrive in the morning, unless my employers are not in