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VINEYARD MAMBO by
Sarita Leone
WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com
Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpress.com
Copyright © 2008 by Sarita Leone Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. ISBN 978-1-60313-141-4
Credits Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston Editor: Chere Gruver Printed in the United States of America
Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press: www.whiskeycreekpress.com Whiskey Shots Volume 6: Mining Oatman & Press Pass Corfu “Press Pass Corfu” is a Grecian love story. Lani Maxwell doesn’t want to interview Hollywood’s hottest movie director but he’s shooting on Corfu and her boss insists she get the job done. Once she reaches the island, Lani finds that in such a magical spot one is likely to get more than they bargain for. And for her, the additional magic just might be something she’s never had before…love. When Claire agrees to poodle-sit, she thinks she’ll get a chance to raid her sister’s wardrobe, visit Hoover Dam and relax while tumbleweeds drift in the distance. That’s exactly what it looks like she’ll get—until Carole Lombards’ ghost pays her a tubside visit. Filled with love, intrigue and treasure in unexpected places, “Mining Oatman” is a story that is sure to amuse.
Snowdance Can a nearly 100-year-old woman still have time for a final adventure? And if so, what kind of last hurrah could she possibly have? A blizzard rages outside Elinor Montoya’s window. Watching it from the comfort of the home that she has lived in for her entire life, she feels neither frightened nor lonely. She has her memories to keep her company. She wonders if, on such a bleak, snowy day, there isn’t time for her to have one final adventure…just one last little thrill before moving on to what surely can’t be too far in her future. Snowdance is the story of a life well lived, and the possibilities that are open to us every day of our lives, if we only open ourselves to seeing them. Elinor? She sees.
Dedication With love for my father, Macario Sepulveda. He is my hero, the man who taught me that I can do anything. He is the best father a woman could want, and I am blessed. Te amo, Padre. Gracias por darme esperanza, la fe y amor cada día de mi vida. Usted es el mejor. And, as always, for my wonderful husband, Vito Leone. Siete il mio mondo. Ti amo, tesoro.
Chapter 1 Merlot and Madness The phone was ringing as Anna turned the key in the front door lock. Thinking it might be Tony, she dropped her bag in the foyer and hurried across the floor to answer it. Her shoulder slammed against the kitchen doorframe as she snatched the cordless from the handset. “Hello?” “Oh! Thank God you’re home!” Diane, Anna’s neighbor and best friend, sounded more breathless than Anna felt—and she’d been the one to scurry in to answer the phone! “What do you think? Do you have any ideas? Can you imagine? Something like this in our town! Nothing ever happens here—or at least it didn’t, not until now. Nothing bigger than that blasted Zucchini Festival, anyway. So, who do you think did it?” The words came in a rush. Anna leaned her hip against the kitchen table, absently rubbing her injured shoulder. “Whoa, take a breath. I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you sound like you’re about to give yourself a coronary. Fill me in, please. But really, slow down, okay?” Anna and Diane had hit it off the instant they’d met. Diane and her husband Don lived in the house nearest Anna and Tony’s. Granted, the next house was half a mile away, but 1
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still, it was the closest. When Anna and Tony bought their seen-better-days farmhouse with its vineyard acreage, Diane had been the unofficial welcoming committee. The two women had been as close as sisters for the past five years, despite Anna’s calm, quiet nature being in sharp contrast to the other woman’s exuberant personality. Anna heard a deep breath from the other end of the phone line, first pulled in slowly, and then let out in a whoosh. “Where have you been all day? How could you not already know?” “I’ve been where I usually am, in the library. You know, my job? Remember?” “It’s hard to believe you haven’t heard by now. Hasn’t anyone told you?” Anna sighed, shaking her head. She walked over to the back door, unlocked it and pulled it open. A soft breeze fluttered a curl against her cheek as she stood before the oldfashioned screen door. “I haven’t seen anyone all day long. The place was silent as a tomb. Now—what are you talking about?” “The Pilchards,” Diane answered. Her voice caught on the name, and Anna felt her gut twist. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good. “Marge and Sam?” “That’s right. They were found this morning at their house. The newscaster on the radio said they suspect foul play. I don’t know; some sort of intruder or something. Sam is in Good Samaritan Hospital. No one knows yet if he’ll pull through.” “And Marge?” “Marge is dead.” 2
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A sheen of perspiration broke out on Anna’s brow at the same instant she felt her body temperature drop. Funny how shock does that, makes a person feel an immediate chill just as sweat first appears. Anna forced herself to concentrate on what Diane was saying. She listened with growing dismay. The Pilchards were nobody’s favorite couple but this was shocking. Crime was to be expected in large cities, but in a place like this? It was terrible, regardless of who the victim was. One of the reasons Anna and Tony had decided to move back to Milton Falls, where Anna had grown up, was because it seemed the sort of spot least likely to be the setting for anything not small-town, middle-America, apple pie-andbaseball-ish. This? This was decidedly un-Gomer Pyle-ish. Anna swallowed hard, waiting for a break in the flood from Diane’s end. “—you believe it? Murder? Here? Good God, I can barely stand it. I’ve got the kids locked inside the house and I’m just waiting for Don to get home. I won’t feel entirely safe until he’s here, too. Although there’s an old hunting rifle…it was his father’s… Don keeps it in the back of his closet, on the shelf way up high. Do you think I should get it down?” “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Really, just keep the doors locked,” Anna said hurriedly. The idea of Diane, especially in such a flustered state, toting a loaded rifle around was enough to give her the shivers. She swept a hand along her upper arm, taming the goose bumps that had risen on her flesh. “Have you ever shot a gun before?” “You know I haven’t. I can hardly stand to have the old thing under my roof.” Anna smiled. She’d known the answer to the question be3
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fore she’d even asked it. “Then I suggest this isn’t the time to take up the sport, Diane. Keep the kids inside; I know that’ll make you feel better. And keep the doors locked, but I don’t think Don’s father’s old hunting rifle is something you should toy with. Not now.” “You’re right, I know you are. It’s just that this is so awful. So gruesome. I hate feeling scared like this.” Scanning the backyard, looking for signs of something— anything—out of the ordinary, Anna asked, “Who could have done it? Are there any leads? Did anyone see anything near their house? And Sam—what did he say?” Dozens of questions shot through her mind but Anna forced herself to ask only a few. “Nobody knows anything yet. Sam’s not saying a thing. He was unconscious when the sheriff broke the window to get inside. Kelley Perrine told me they carried him out on a stretcher. She said he looked really terrible. I guess her kids were playing in her yard when the sheriff pulled up. She said it scared her half to death. I can’t imagine how she felt when she saw the police cars. I would’ve lost my mind.” Diane was fiercely protective about her large brood and the sight of a patrol car speeding toward her house would probably push her over the edge. “How did the sheriff know to go to the house? Why did he think there was trouble?” It didn’t make any sense. None of it did, but Anna struggled to turn Diane’s garbled explanation into something logical. “Sue called over there from Jed’s all morning.” “Over where? Kelley’s house?” That definitely didn’t make sense. What would Sue want with Kelley Perrine? “No, not Kelley’s. Sue called the Pilchards’ house. Marge 4
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never showed up for work. Sue was there alone with no one to relieve her. Of course if Sue couldn’t go home, there would be no one to take care of her kids. You know, when Tom had to leave for his shift. So she started calling Marge, but couldn’t get an answer. I guess she finally had to call Tom’s mom to watch the boys so she could track down Marge.” “Good thing Tom’s mother was around.” Anna knew Sue and Tom juggled their work hours so their kids didn’t have to go to day care. Sue said she’d been a latchkey kid and didn’t want the same thing for her own. Their families pitched in when they could, but it had to be hard to shift everything else around to accommodate an active family. Anna gave Sue a lot of credit for having such a strong commitment to motherhood. “Exactly. Anyway, Sue phoned and phoned the Pilchard house, didn’t get an answer and thought it isn’t—oh, wasn’t—like Marge to simply not show up for work. Everyone knows how anal she is—was. It just wasn’t like her not to phone if she wasn’t coming in. Sue said she’d never done it before, just not shown up.” “Yeah, she seems—oh, she seemed—punctual. Every time I’ve seen her she’s looking at that little gold watch she wears—wore.” Wow. It’s going to take some getting used to, thinking of Marge Pilchard in the past tense. “Right. I think Sam gave it to her for their anniversary. I overheard her talking to someone about it one day while we were waiting in the deli line. She said-she-she said—” Diane sniffed loudly. Her voice trembled and became high and squeaky. In an attempt to head off the flood Diane was obviously 5
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fighting, Anna quickly put in, “Funny, thinking of Marge talking to anybody in the deli line, isn’t it? Last week I saw her in there practically yelling at Jane for slicing her cheese too thin. Or was it too thick, and she wanted it thinner? I don’t know. But whoever she was talking to about the watch doesn’t know how lucky she was not to be listening to another of Marge’s complaints. Or tirades.” After a small, nervous laugh Diane said, “You’ve got that right. Marge was the Tirade Queen, wasn’t she?” “Uh huh. Remember last year’s Zucchini Festival planning meeting? She shot down every idea anyone brought up. Oh, the woman could be ridiculous sometimes.” Ordinarily Anna wouldn’t have spoken ill of the dead, but Marge had been truly loathsome. And she’d rather giggle over Marge and her endless complaints than listen to Diane weep. “So tell me how the sheriff got involved.” “Oh, Sue finally phoned down to the sheriff’s office. First she called the office supply store, but Sam wasn’t in, either. That’s when Sue figured something had to be wrong, when she realized neither of them had showed up for work. So she called Sheriff Maxwell and he went over. The police broke into the house when they spotted a foot through the kitchen window.” Anna shuddered. She couldn’t stop herself from asking the question that immediately came to mind. “Whose foot?” “Good question. Kelley thought she heard someone say it was a large foot, so it was probably Sam’s. He’s a big guy. He’s probably got feet to match. But no one is really certain. At least no one who’s telling.” Diane finally sounded composed, now that she had delivered the gruesome news. Anna could hear her taking deep breaths on the other end of the line. 6
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“Can you believe this? Murder? Here, in Milton Falls, the sleepiest town west of the Hudson? Can you really buy into it?” “Barely. I wonder when the police will know just what happened,” Anna mused. She smiled as Merlot, her decidedly spoiled cat, pressed against her ankle, then pushed her large, furry body against the screen door. The door wiggled, but remained closed. Anna double-checked the lock to be sure it was secure. “Or when they’ll tell us what happened.” “That’s probably a better question. For all we know, the sheriff’s solved the case by now.” Diane sounded hopeful but somehow Anna doubted Marge’s murder could be so cut and dry. Still, one never could tell… “Maybe,” she allowed. “But I’ll keep my doors locked until I know who did this to Marge and Sam. It’s not as if we were friendly with them or anything, but they still didn’t deserve to have this happen.” “Makes me wish I was friendlier to Marge. More-moreoh, I don’t know. Maybe if I had been nicer to her—” Anna couldn’t help herself. She snorted. “What? If you’d been nicer to Marge, the Queen of Bitchiness, she might not have been murdered? Really, Diane, you can’t be serious!” A long, shuddering sigh filled the silence before Diane spoke. “I know, I know. You’re right. I’m being silly. It’s just the whole mothering fix-it gene in me coming out again. Sort of like when one of the kids gets sick and I wonder whether or not there was a sign I missed, something I could have seen and acted on. Something that may have prevented the whole episode. I know it’s silly but I can’t help myself. I’m always sure I could have fixed something before it breaks for good.” Stretching an arm to rub the tabby cat’s broad back, Anna 7
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smiled. “This isn’t a case of measles you could have inoculated against. Or a broken bicycle whose wheel could’ve been adjusted. Diane, somebody killed Marge, and there’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it. Nothing.” “I know you’re right. But there’s something I’ve been wondering since I spoke to Kelley…something that’s been eating at me.” “What?” Diane forced a shaky laugh. “Do you think the Pilchards were targeted? Or do you think it was a random act of violence, and they were just unlucky enough to be the ones who got whacked?” Anna laughed, the sound so loud and unexpected Merlot gave her a suspicious look. “Whacked? Did you really just say that? You’ve got to stop watching Sunday night HBO. You sound just like one of Tony Soprano’s henchmen!” “I do, don’t I? It’s better than sounding like a babbling idiot, the way I did when you answered the phone. This whole thing seems like an awful dream, doesn’t it? I’m definitely shaken up by it. But really, what do you think? Random? Or planned? Whacked? Or not?” Taking a minute to consider, Anna stared through the screen. The yard beyond looked the way it usually did, orderly and secure. How could something like this happen in a place where flowers tumbled from beds onto lush green lawns? Where people left car doors unlocked and little old ladies always found a willing arm to lean on while crossing the street? “Random. It had to be completely unplanned. It could have been any house—the Pilchard house may have been the first one they tried, or the easiest one to get into.” Anna 8
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crossed her arms over her chest and sagged against the doorframe. “It had to be a stroke of horrible luck, Diane. I don’t think I could stand it if I thought there was someone living among us who’s vile enough to commit murder. I just don’t think I could take it.” “I agree. It would be too awful to think one of us could do something like this.” “But really, we’re completely speculating. And we’re scaring ourselves silly, besides. Let’s wait until the police make a public report before we jump to conclusions. We don’t know anything for certain yet, except Marge is dead. Maybe Sam will be able to tell the sheriff who the killer is. For all we know, he already has.” Somehow she didn’t think so, but there was always the hope, wasn’t there? “Maybe they’ve already got the killer locked up.” “You’re right. Thanks, I was beginning to scare myself.” “Me too.” They changed the subject to the always-popular Zucchini Festival and spent a couple of minutes chatting about the preparations. The need for some normal conversation was overwhelming. When they finally signed off, they did so with the understanding they would share any news either of them heard. They also promised to keep their doors securely locked. Anna felt the purring cat winding about her ankles, pushing against her so insistently she nearly knocked her backward. She bent and picked Merlot up, cradling the warm body against her own. “Oh, Sweetie, you sense my feelings, don’t you? You can tell I’m upset, even if you can’t understand exactly what’s going on. I’d say we could head out onto the back porch and 9
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wait for Tony to come home for lunch, but I don’t think I want to be out there right now. Why don’t we settle in the sunroom, eh? It’s as good a place as any to sit and relax. And maybe we’ll be able to figure out what’s going on around here. Murder in our town? It just doesn’t seem right, does it, Merlot?” On cue, the cat answered, her gravelly voice oddly comforting. “Me-row.” Anna chuckled. “You always know just what I need to hear, don’t you?” She carried Merlot into the plant-filled sunroom, fell into her favorite chair and buried her fingers in the tabby’s soft fur. Murder in Milton Falls. Now who on earth would do something like that? And why?
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Chapter 2 A Brave Front “Well, that’s that.” Anna snapped her shiny silver cell phone shut and thrust it into her front pocket. “Tony’s not coming home for lunch. He says he’s busy working on the kitchen remodel and he’s got no time to stop to eat. Sounds a little grouchy, too.” Sharing confidences with her beloved Merlot came easily. With a smile she stared at the animal lying in the filtered sunshine and wondered what she’d do with the afternoon now that she didn’t have to prepare lunch for Tony. After changing from work clothes into a t-shirt and frayed denim shorts, Anna had settled back into an overstuffed chair in the sunroom. Then, she had phoned Tony. She could have stayed in the comfortable chair beside a cascading philodendron, basking, like her cat, in the room’s sultry warmth all afternoon if she’d allowed herself that luxury. The room relaxed her with its quiet, almost cocoon-like ambiance but, as much as she liked the idea, Anna couldn’t sit idle. Sensing some change in the room’s atmosphere, Merlot opened one eye and stared at her for a long, silent minute. Then she jumped down from her perch on the table beside the leafy plant, and nudged her shin. 11
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“Well, aren’t you the sweetest grape in the bunch?” Anna hefted the huge orange and white tabby to her lap and tickled her between the ears. A deep purr rumbled through Merlot, sending tremors from her body to Anna’s. They sat in contented silence, watching sunbeams play over the floorboards. Anna couldn’t help but notice the deeply scratched wood flooring needed attention. Sanding, replacement of a board here and there, some new polyurethane. She sighed. Just another thing for the seemingly endless to-do list she and Tony had compiled since buying the old farmhouse. It had its drawbacks, buying an ancient house, but it had its perks too. And, scratched flooring and all the rest, it sat in the middle of a twenty-three acre paradise. Anna loved the worn dwelling and surrounding property. It didn’t matter to her that the house had been sorely neglected, left to weather and ripen on its own like a grape hoping to be a raisin. It had shriveled in spots, swelled in others, but generally held together. The condition of the house had been one of the things that had made the vineyard such an affordable property. There was no doubt in Anna’s mind that she and Tony could revive the building, given time and a willingness to dive into their savings. It was worth it—the time, effort and cost—to be able to live in such a spot. A place that took her breath away. How could it not? Worn flooring aside, the vineyard was beautiful. The previous owners, a Greek couple and their six sons, had planted thousands of grapevines nearly a decade earlier. Eleven fertile acres were planted with Concord and Catawba varieties, along with a sprinkling of a few more exotic types of vines. Alex Constantine had planted and trellised the vines in “the old way.” He contended that in Greece grape plants were 12
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coddled like children, and, like babies, they grew strong and healthy. The more they were loved and cared for, the more they would thrive. His family had certainly loved their vines. Painstaking, lavish attention had resulted in acres of verdant sprawl, which was a sharp contrast to the neglect stamped on the house. Anna had fallen in love with the vineyard the minute she and Tony had driven up the winding drive. Long rows, in orderly lines toward the horizon. The promise of the unknown hidden deep within each vine tugged at Anna’s heartstrings. She had adored the farmhouse, too, despite its condition. The realtor had been stunned when they wrote a deposit check for the property on the hood of his car barely an hour after they arrived. There was no need to ponder. The property called Anna and Tony as surely as a clover patch summons a bumblebee. Last fall Anna and Tony had made their first attempt at the ancient art of winemaking. Under the practical instruction of Mr. Constantine they produced a small cache of wine. It was a mere dozen barrels but their satisfaction was enormous. The first pressing of the ripe fruit had married their hearts to their vineyard, and they both knew they had finally found their true home. “What shall we do this afternoon, Merlot?” The cat yawned, lazily dangling a paw from Anna’s knee. “Tony will be busy at the Logans’ until dinnertime. The kitchen project isn’t going as easily as he had hoped. He’ll probably be grouchy and tired when he gets home, won’t he? Hmm, maybe a special dinner will take the edge off his mood. Think we should venture into the garden?” The cat continued to purr. 13
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“I’ll take that as a yes, my friend. We can’t stay inside forever like a pair of scared bunnies, can we? No, we most certainly cannot.” Anna gently placed the cat on the floor. She crossed the room, moving into the hall. Two doors down, in the family room, she unlocked a gun safe, swinging the heavy door wide. Silently Anna surveyed the safe’s contents. There was no choice, really. Her favorite pistol sat on the top shelf. Anna removed it, holding the stainless steel LadySmith with rosewood grips as naturally as if she’d been born with the weapon in her hand. “I know I’m probably being overly cautious, but I don’t want to be unarmed if I meet up with whoever killed Marge.” Anna loaded the chamber with .38s and tucked the pistol in the pocket not holding her cell phone. “There. Now we’re ready to go outside to the garden.” She closed the safe, twirled the dial and checked to be sure it locked. Then Anna made her way to the kitchen. She paused at the back door. Merlot had followed close at her heels, and stopped short when she halted at the door. “Oh, you’re coming with me? Good. Some fresh air will do both of us good. Let’s check the garden, see what’s grown since yesterday. We might as well enjoy our quiet afternoon together. No telling just how badly it’s going over at the Logans’—Tony could be very touchy by the time he gets home. Very touchy.” “Me-ee-row.” “Oh, so you agree? Well, let’s just keep that to ourselves, okay?” The afternoon was warm and sunny with a slight breeze, typical of July in Upstate New York. Even with the threat of a 14
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murderer at large, Anna couldn’t resist the temptation to stay outdoors and relish the hours of birdsong before the almostdaily early evening thundershower. The garden, one of her favorite spots, called her. Loudly. “Andiamo, Merlot. Let’s get started on weeding the tomatoes and peppers.” She took a deep breath, said a quick prayer they wouldn’t be disturbed by a killer, and then led the way down the steps. Again, the cat followed. Not typical feline behavior, but Merlot wasn’t a run-of-the-mill animal. Tony had presented Anna with the tiny orange bundle of fur on their first wedding anniversary. It had been a perfect match, woman and cat feeling an instant connection. The pairing had been, right from the first, more than pet and owner. Merlot and Anna understood each other in the manner usually reserved for mother and child. Anna lavished attention on Merlot in copious amounts, treating her as an equal and best friend, and in return the cat followed her like a shadow. Despite Tony’s teasing, Anna was absolutely convinced Merlot could understand Italian and English, as well as a smattering of Japanese. Anna had ventured to enroll in a Japanese language course a few years earlier and had practiced her vocabulary drills on Merlot. The cat was, after all, her constant and devoted companion and had seemed to be a logical choice for language practice. Most afternoons when she got home from the library Anna greeted Merlot with a cheery, “Konnichiwa!” and her loud responsive purr indicated she, in turn, wished her human friend a Good afternoon. Anna loved the cat, and the cat loved her right back. As much was obvious to anyone with eyes. Tidy, organized rows of vegetables filled the kitchen garden. Grabbing her favorite hoe and a pair of well-worn leather 15
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gardening gloves off a hook in the small tool shed, Anna set to work. Merlot settled beneath a climbing cucumber vine, crossed her paws beneath her chin and surveyed the garden with a bored expression on her face. The tomatoes were mulched with red plastic designed to increase productivity of the individual plants, so there were actually only a few brave weeds poking up at the base of each plant. These were quickly pulled and dropped into a basket. The peppers, however, were a bit more of a challenge. The tender plants were heavy with the white flowers and small peppers that promised a bumper crop. The freezer would be full this winter, but their leaves were much smaller than those of the tomatoes so there were a surprising number of weeds that demanded Anna’s attention. The delicate leaves on the pepper plants just didn’t shade out weeds the way the bushy ones on the tomatoes did so they grew beneath the peppers in record number. Anna didn’t mind; she liked the repetitive task and took delight in the sight of a basket filled with freshly evicted weeds. As she worked in the compost-rich soil, Anna let her mind wander. Wool gathering, her grandmother would have called it. Grandmother Constance lived—where else?—in a Florida retirement community and seemed to have an expression to suit every situation. Anna often pictured her grandmother in her knickknack cluttered condo surrounded by the other blue hairs, brainstorming reassuring grandmotherly pearls of wisdom. She imagined it was the retired sets’ solution for ennui, thinking up words of advice. So Anna weeded and wool gathered. A sense of peaceful abandon swept over her. It hadn’t occurred to her before she met Tony that this was what true happiness felt like. Sur16
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rounded by his love, content in every area of her life, she thrived, like everything else on the farm. Encircled by vegetables, Anna’s thoughts naturally returned to dinner. What would Tony like tonight? What she’d said to the cat was the truth: she expected him to be touchy by the end of the day. Ravenous and dirty, too. A nice, long shower and a good dinner would do wonders for his disposition. It was understandable he’d be weary; the job he was working on had been beset by unexpected construction issues and delays almost from the instant he’d begun demolition. Every day there seemed to be something new and frustrating to deal with. A good meal is the ticket for tonight. Anna looked around her, searching for inspiration. Pea pods dripped from vines, plump and begging to be picked. Dropped in a creamy Fettuccine Alfredo, one of Tony’s favorites, they would be heavenly. Tender zucchini, sautéed with garlic and basil would work well. A patch of mixed salad greens grew beside the cukes shading Merlot. Anna squinted, searching the tomatoes for signs of redness. There were one or two tomatoes that would round out a salad nicely. Something on the grill, and a tray of walnut brownies…no matter how trying Tony’s day, a special dinner would be enough to lift his mood. And perhaps later, after the last brownie had been eaten and the dinner dishes had been cleared from the table, she would make him still more content. Upstairs, in private. Just this morning she had made an impulse purchase, a filmy pink creation that barely concealed her most private spots. Thinking about Tony’s reaction teased a grin to her lips. Maybe tonight she’d try on her new nightwear. Grumpy or not, it was sure to elicit a response from Tony. Everything 17
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would surely be forgotten once he got a look at her wearing such a blatantly seductive item. Everything. Even something as grisly as murder.
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Chapter 3 Brewing a Storm Thunder rumbled overhead. It felt strong enough to shake the house. Fat raindrops splattered against the kitchen window, hammering on the roof like hundreds of tiny fists as Anna began to sauté tender garden zucchini in a large cast-iron skillet. After she finished gardening, Anna had spent the remainder of the afternoon in the large country kitchen. She loved to cook, and did it fairly well, thanks to a short cooking class taken early in their marriage. Anna had baked Tony his favorite frosted walnut brownies for dessert and they had made the whole house smell heavenly. She knew her husband well. Brownies were a guaranteed way to bring a smile to his handsome face any time. As she set the pine table, Anna impulsively grabbed an extra plate from the cupboard. Reaching for the phone, she pressed speed dial and was rewarded when her call was answered within three rings, as if the person on the other end had been lingering near the phone. Perhaps hoping for just such a call? “Pronto?” 19
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“Nonno, it’s me. Would you like to come on over for some pasta?” Anna wanted them all together tonight for dinner. This call was just a formality. She got an extra set of flatware and placed it on the table beside the third plate. Antonio Romeo, her husband’s Sicilian grandfather, had never been known to turn down a plate of pasta. “Ah, well, let me see. I was going to cook up some turkey and potatoes…” The gruff voice hesitated, then softened. “But I guess it can wait. I’ll be right there.” Despite the attempt to sound nonchalant, he sounded eager. Anna suspected the turkey and potato dinner the older man had planned on eating was the Hungry Man variety. “Don’t rush, Nonno. Tony’s still not home. I’m just setting the table. When you get here, we’ll have a glass of vino. Sound good?” “Sounds molto bene, carina. I’ll be over in two shakes of the lamb’s tail.” “Great.” Anna clicked off before she returned to setting the table. The elder Romeo lived in a small vintner’s cottage on the far side of the vineyard, on a separate parcel of land adjacent to the winery property. Shortly after Anna and Tony bought their place, the neighboring property went on the auction block to satisfy back taxes. They had easily convinced his lonely grandfather to purchase the cottage. Antonio had been a widower for nearly two decades. Although the seventy-six-year-old frequently dated, he had yet to find another woman to take the place of his beloved Giovanna. Before Anna and Tony convinced him to come live near them, Antonio had kept Giovanna’s home as carefully as if he expected her to return at any minute. This change was a 20
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good one for him, one he desperately needed to help him move on. It helped put some distance to his grief. Anna and Tony had seen an immediate improvement in his grandfather’s outlook on life once he’d settled into the cottage. Too, he was a huge source of help in the vineyard, patiently tending to the fruit without ever seeming to tire. He simply had a love for the land, and a deep respect for all the lush beauty he coaxed from the fertile soil. Anna knew, but certainly didn’t let on she knew, that Nonno spoke to the vines nearest his cottage every morning. She had seen him do it on more than one occasion, but she’d kept his secret. Anna loved the serene, early morning hours, when the night’s presence could still be felt upon the land, when the day had yet to claim possession from the night. Nearly every morning she took a walk through the vineyard. On one such walk she’d first glimpsed Nonno’s own early morning ritual—one he performed in his flannel pajamas. “Aspette, the sun is coming to warm you,” the whitehaired man cooed to his plants as he stood before them, a cheerful sight in baggy, blue-and-white striped pajamas. Imploring them to wait for the day’s warmth, he murmured to them in Italian as he pinched off a few leaves here and there, repositioning the heavy bunches of fruit so they would better catch warm breezes. “Aspette, piccolo fruti. Aspette, the sun will come soon enough to warm you.” In one large, work-worn hand, Nonno held a delicate china cup. Sipping his morning espresso from the china, he traced a tendril of vine lovingly with his thumb. Now Anna knew the reason for the increased yield from the plants at this end of the vineyard. These plants were getting Nonno’s special attention each morning. 21
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She’d tiptoed away that morning. Some rituals were best left alone. Even old men in silly pajamas deserved their privacy. It didn’t take long for Nonno to walk into the kitchen, a wide smile on his lined, sun-kissed face. “I’m so glad you phoned before I started to cook. You know I’m a gourmet in the kitchen.” He smiled, wagging a finger in her direction. “Once I get started there’s no stopping me.” They embraced, his quiet laughter beside her ear drowning out the thunder. She walked with him to the kitchen table, and when he sat she handed him a jelly glass half-full of red wine. Her gaze passed over him, checking to see he wasn’t too wet from the walk over. Apparently his umbrella had covered him sufficiently. A few stray raindrops had spattered his cuffs but he was mostly dry. “Nonno, how was your day? More importantly, what did you do today? You didn’t work too hard, I hope. It was pretty hot out there.” No sense bringing up the worst news first. Tony’s grandfather didn’t look worried. He probably hadn’t heard about Marge and Sam yet, and Anna was in no rush to tell him about it. The tiny Smith and Wesson pistol lay within reach, in the top drawer of the kitchen hutch, so she felt secure. They were safe. Or as safe as they could be. Nonno was good at forgetting his age and she was more interested in hearing about his day than in discussing Marge Pilchard’s last one. She worried he did too much for a man of his years, but Tony kept telling her not to stifle his grandfather, to let him do whatever he felt capable of doing. It was hard, but Anna tried to let it happen. Still, she worried. “No, I didn’t do too much today. And you worry too much!” “I’m not worrying, just asking.” 22
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“Hmmph!” “Well? What did you do? Are you going to tell me? Or should I guess?” Anna teased. She poured a small glass of wine for herself and leaned against the countertop behind her. Antonio took a sip before he answered. Still tall, despite having lost a few inches to advancing years and arthritis, he was a handsome gentleman. With neatly combed grayish white hair, a fast smile and sparkling brown eyes, Tony’s grandfather gave Anna a hint of what her own husband would someday look like. And, too, he let her see that once he’d been as dapper and mischievous as Tony was now. “Oh, I planted some more garlic around the tomatoes, and I pruned that old rosebush. It still looks like una strega, with those long, grabbing arms that look so mean.” Antonio stretched his arms wide, demonstrating the way the enormous, rambling pink rosebush in his yard grew. “Una strega!” he said, nodding. He emphasized his words by baring his teeth and growling. Not bothering to stifle her laughter, Anna waved her hand in the air in front of her face. “Nonno, you’re a riot. A witch? The rosebush is a witch? You and that silly bush! Too funny!” “Funny? I’m not trying to be funny. That witch-bush is aa-how do you say it? A menace, that’s what it is.” “A menace? The rosebush? You’ve got to be kidding! I happen to think it’s a beautiful bush. It’s a William Baffin rose, and I’m going to take a cutting to transplant near the shed over here. In a few years it’ll cover the trash can storage. The whole area will smell so much nicer. Don’t make fun of it—I like your rosebush. Very much.” Solemnly he shook his gray head, taking a sip of wine be23
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fore he answered. When he did, his voice was resigned. “Sì, in a few years you’ll have your own witch over here. Make sure you really want her before you invite her into your yard. Over by my place, una strega is always trying to grab at me with her sharp branches. Oh! Look what I found this morning. She caught something.” Antonio reached into his trouser pocket and fished around before he pulled his hand free. He held out a jagged scrap of fabric. Dark brown, with a small spot of darker fabric near the edge, it looked like a bit of clothing. “Did you get caught yesterday? This fabric doesn’t look weathered; it can’t have been in the strega’s clutches for too long.” Anna rubbed her fingertip along the scrap. Soft, but not worn. “No, it isn’t mine. I don’t like its color marrone, brown. It looks like dirt. Dirt belongs on the ground, not on people.” He pushed the scrap of fabric back into his trouser pocket just as Tony swept into the kitchen. Raindrops scattered, and the serenity of the warm room was shattered by his arrival, but only momentarily. Smiling, Tony brushed water from his tousled black curls, grabbed Anna in a bone-crushing hug and swiped a fast kiss across her lips. Then he hurried around the table, trailing rainwater on the floor, to greet his grandfather. He pulled the older man into a hearty embrace and bussed his leathery cheek. “Nonno, so glad you’re here. You’ll eat with us, won’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Anna and shook his head, sending the last beads of moisture off the ends of his hair onto her cheek. “And you, Darling! You smell scrumptious. Like chocolate, maybe? What a way to greet a man at the end of a long, hard day. Good food, good fam24
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ily…who could ask for anything more? And, Nonno, you did say you’re staying for dinner, didn’t you?” Tony raised an eyebrow in his grandfather’s direction as he pushed one dangling lock of wet hair back from his eyes. “Sì,” Antonio said, then laughed. “Anna called and begged me to come over here to eat her pasta!” Winking at Anna, he raised his wineglass and took a sip. “That’s right. I tore him away from his own dinner. He had a real feast planned, but I twisted his arm until he agreed to come over and eat my humdrum cooking. A real sacrifice for him, I’m sure.” Nodding, Tony headed for the stairs. Over his shoulder he called, “I’ll be right down. I need a quick shower. I’ve got plaster dust in my hair—horribly itchy. Give me un momento, por favore.” Anna refilled Nonno’s glass. She sighed as the water ran in the upstairs bathroom. They heard Tony’s off-key singing as he began to shower, then a thud that could only be a dropped bar of soap. “Honestly, that man is like a whirlwind. He stirs things up and leaves everything spinning behind him. Yes, that’s my Tony.” Anna ran a dish towel across the table, erasing the wet spots he’d left. “He was always like that, you know. Even as a little boy, he was constantly in motion. Never a restful moment with him.” Antonio smiled, shaking his head. “I remember when I had energy like his. I was a much younger man then. Now I am old, past the time when I leave anything spinning behind me. Long past the time.” Leaning down, Anna planted a fast kiss on the man’s forehead. “You’re not old. Not by a long shot, believe me. 25
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Men half your age could take a note from you, Nonno. You put them to shame. Besides, I’ll let you know when you’re old. And today? You’re still a young man.” “If you say so, carina.” “I do. I do say so. Now I’ll just finish setting the table while Tony dresses. Here, have another glass of wine while we’re waiting.” “If you insist.” Antonio grinned as he lifted his empty glass toward the bottle she held. “I do.” Anna refilled his glass, setting the wine bottle beside Nonno’s placemat. “Ah, you are a good woman, Anna,” Antonio said softly. “And my grandson, he’s a lucky man. A very lucky man.”
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Chapter 4 Gossip a La Carte Antonio smiled as his grandson bounded into the room. Just like when he was a bambino. Now he is bigger, but still full of life. Tale padre, tale figlio. Like father, like son. Yes, that is my grandson. Just like my son, may he rest in peace. “Now that I’ve gotten all the plaster dust out of my hair, I’m ready to help Nonno with the pasta. God, everything smells so good!” Tony paused long enough to refill wineglasses before he sat in his customary chair. The scent of soap trailed behind him. “Those peas look great, too. I love them like this; so fresh you can almost taste the vine that grew them. I missed lunch. Now I’m hungry enough to eat the table.” Anna passed the pasta to Tony and gently chided, “Leave the table alone. And you missed lunch because you were too stubborn to stop working for an hour, so I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Here, have some zucchini.” Antonio watched the all-in-fun mini-drama unfold before him as he filled his own plate. Listening to Anna and Tony reminded him of days long gone, days spent with his darling Giovanna. Oh, how he missed her. They’d been so close they 27
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could nearly read each other’s minds. It had been wonderful, and he knew he had been blessed to have known such a relationship, even for a short time. He’d never thought to find anyone to care for again, not after losing Giovanna, but recently…well. Who could tell with these things? He’d just have to see how it went. “Can you believe she’s so unfeeling? A man misses a meal and all she can say is ‘Keep your complaints to yourself.’ Can you believe it, Nonno?” “Yeah, I’m a hard woman, all right.” Anna waved a finger in Tony’s direction. “Hard. Now, eat your dinner, Mr. I Missed Lunch.” “See, Nonno? Hard,” Tony teased. Antonio watched as the young couple began to eat. Anna, with her thick, wavy, brown hair and large, clear, hazel eyes set into a pretty face with a cute little upturned nose, reminded him of Giovanna. Her demeanor often mimicked the woman she’d never met, sometimes tugging so firmly on his heart it nearly pained him to watch her. But it was a good pain, one that reminded him that those who were gone could never really be forgotten as long as someone remembered them. Between her vibrant personality and unassuming beauty, Anna brought Giovanna to his mind so often he almost grew accustomed to the tugging on his heart. Almost. And his grandson—what a man to be proud of! He’d grown from a playful little boy into a strong, handsome man. Intelligent, too. Owning a business at such an early age, now that was something to take pride in. A business, a home and a wife. What more could a man want? Taking a large bite of pasta, swishing the creamy Alfredo sauce around in his mouth as he chewed, Antonio came close 28
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to choking. Thankfully he managed to keep himself from doing so. No need to draw attention to his thoughts. Still, he couldn’t help but think there was only one thing missing from his grandson’s life. A family, that’s what he needed. Bambinos. A whole houseful of them. What is taking them so long? Anna looked healthy, a good, strong woman. He wondered why she wasn’t in the family way by now. Is a talk with Tony in order? Taking another bite of pasta, Antonio chewed thoughtfully. He’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, to speaking with his grandson. Bringing up such a touchy subject could be tricky. Maybe another rosary. Renewed prayers to the Virgin Mary, asking for help in this delicate matter. Yes, that was the ticket. Maybe even Saint Rita, patron saint of impossible cases. Yes, that might be the thing. Although…hmm…he couldn’t truly tell whether or not the case was impossible, could he? Not yet. Maybe he’d best hold off on Saint Rita, save her for a last resort. But the rosary, that couldn’t hurt. Better than asking Tony if he’s having trouble in the bedroom. Much better. Giovanna, maybe she can help too. Antonio stabbed a sliver of zucchini with his fork and raised it halfway to his lips before he realized Anna had asked him a question. “Scusi?” She smiled at him, love lighting her wide eyes. Her gaze raked across his face and he could tell she wondered whether he was going senile. Wasn’t it what they all wondered now? Just because he was old didn’t mean he was losing his mind, did it? Hell, no, it didn’t. He might have less hair on his head and more in other places than he’d had before, but there was nothing wrong with his mind. Niente! Nothing! 29
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Setting his fork on the edge of his plate, Antonio brushed his mouth with his napkin and made a conscious effort to look alert. “Mi dispiace, Anna. I am sorry. I was so busy eating I missed your question. What did you ask?” “I just wondered what you did today, is all.” “Ah. Well, as I said, I was bitten by una strega, that damn rosebush.” Anna laughed and the sound filled the kitchen so fully it almost concealed the fresh rumbles of thunder coming from outside. Lightning flashed beyond the kitchen window. “Besides the bush, Nonno.” “Ah, sì. Well, I just did the normal things. You know, driving around the vineyard in the morning to check the vines. Didn’t see anything much, but the muffler on that green beast is getting louder.” The farm had come with an assortment of old vehicles that had been stored in an equipment barn. Keeping them running was sometimes an almost full-time job, but they did it. Barely. Antonio would gladly have bought a new truck to use in the fields but his grandson wouldn’t hear of it. “We’ll check it this weekend,” Tony said. “See if we can’t quiet it down, at least for another little while.” “That’s what I thought. Maybe it just needs a new pipe, near the muffler itself. Sometimes it happens.” He had to admit, working with Tony on the vehicles was a pleasure rather than a chore. They made a good team, and watching his grandson, being close to him and sharing his life, brought him joy. “Sometimes,” Tony agreed. Picking up his wineglass, slowly swirling the liquid, he asked, “What else? What else did you do today besides check the vines? Anything interesting?” 30
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Antonio felt heat seep into his cheeks. It was silly, really, to feel embarrassment over anything he did. After all, he was a grown man, and owed no one an explanation for his behavior. At least it’s what he told himself. Still, when it came right down to admitting how he spent the middle part of his day… Clearing his throat, he said, “I had lunch. At the luncheonette, you know?” He watched his grandson and his grandson’s wife exchange smug glances. “Uh huh,” Anna said. “The luncheonette?” “Sì. Sometimes I eat there, you know.” He shoved the last bite of zucchini into his mouth and began to chew. Maybe it would buy him some time. Maybe by the time he swallowed, his face wouldn’t feel like it was on fire. Maybe. “Every day, isn’t it?” Tony’s voice barely disguised his amusement. “Food at the luncheonette must be something else.” “Or the company,” said Anna softly. She swallowed a giggle—almost. Antonio heard her gulp back laughter. His cheeks burned hotter still. “Not every day, no.” Antonio pushed his plate a few inches closer to the far edge of his placemat. Then he sat back in his chair, propped an elbow on the edge of the table and attempted to look innocent. He couldn’t be sure innocence was something he was capable of pulling off, not at his age. Nonchalance. Maybe that was a better expression to aim for. He did his best. “You want to hear what I learned at the luncheonette? Or are you two going to giggle all night long?” He scowled, feeling his bushy eyebrows draw into a straight line across his forehead. The expression that brought Tony to attention 31
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when he was a child had little effect now. His grandson grinned, wiggling his own eyebrows up and down in parody. “I don’t know…that’s a pretty hard choice, isn’t it, Anna? Listen or laugh? Which shall it be?” Tony reached for Anna across the table and slowly ran a finger along her wrist. Lowering his voice slightly, he repeated, “Listen? Laugh? You choose, Darling.” Pushing his hand away with a laugh, Anna said, “Stop! You’re just like a teenage boy sometimes. Behave!” “Aww, that’s no fun, is it, Nonno?” Antonio contemplated the pair above the rim of his jelly glass. Laughing all night long? Maybe there was hope for a bambino in their near future. Ah, he’d pray hard to the Virgin tonight, very, very hard and maybe— “Nonno?” Tony’s voice broke into his musings. “What?” “Are you all right?” “Of course I’m all right,” he answered, feigning crossness. “I’m just waiting for you two to stop fooling around. Now, do you want to hear what happened today, or don’t you? I can finish my vino and go home if you’re too busy to talk to an old man like me. Really, no hard feelings—” Anna reached for his hand, patting him gently. She shot a fast look in her husband’s direction before turning back to Antonio and catching his gaze with her own. “Nonsense. You know we want to hear what happened in your day. Don’t pay any attention to your grandson, really. I try to keep him in line, but sometimes it’s hard to do. Really, I’m only one woman, Nonno. Keeping Tony in line is a big task for one woman but I try my best. Now, what went on at the luncheonette today?” He allowed her to refill his glass before he spoke. When 32
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he did, it was with a jolt of excitement over having news. Even if it was unsettling, odd news, it was still news. “Well, I was in the corner table—you know, where I always sit?” “We know,” Tony said, nodding. “Well, I saw Jack and Kate. You know, the Kimbles?” “We know.” Anna nodded. “Jack and Kate, from across the road. Did you say hello?” “Of course. I waved, and then they waved back. Both of them, although Jack’s wave, it wasn’t as happy looking as Kate’s was. And hers, even…I don’t know, it wasn’t—just wasn’t—” “Wasn’t what, Nonno?” Tony asked. All traces of teasing were gone from his face. Antonio felt Tony’s serious brown eyes boring into his head as he searched for the expression he wanted to use. Even after speaking English for so many years, at times it was still difficult to pull exact phrases from his mind. In Italian, they were instantly there. But in English? Sometimes, like now, it was tough. After a few minutes of mental wrangling, he gave up, waving a hand in the air over his empty plate. “Ah! Basta! Enough! Their waving, it just wasn’t right, you know? Not like it usually is. Understand?” He stared from one to the other of them, looking into their eyes for signs they understood. When they nodded, he continued. “I could see Jack wasn’t happy about something, just by the look in his eyes. So I asked him if he felt okay. You know, if he felt strong and healthy. You know, he’s not a young man.” Jack and Kate were a few years older than he, but today Jack had seemed at least twice his age. It pained Antonio to see his friend like that, looking as if the weight of the world rested firmly on his shoulders. Now retired, after selling the 33
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florist shop last summer, they should be enjoying themselves, not looking as if they waited for a catastrophe to befall them. And that, Antonio decided, was precisely how they’d looked today. Like victims of a catastrophic event. Now that couldn’t be good, could it? Not if Jack was unwell, truly ill, or if God forbid, Kate had learned she had some kind of sickness. Maybe one of them had— “Nonno?” Tony’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Hmm?” Antonio looked up from the table, realizing as he did his mind had been wandering. Again. Now they’d really think he was getting old and senile. The thought of either Jack or Kate being ill chilled him to the core. “Oh, I was just thinking…I hope they’re not sick. You don’t think one of them is sick, do you?” Tony glanced at Anna before he shook his head. “No, I don’t. I think you’re all such good friends that if one of them had a health problem they’d tell you. Did you talk with them? I mean, after the not-happy wave?” “Ah, sì. We had lunch together. The, um, four of us.” He waited for one of them to question the lunch company he kept, but neither one did. Relieved, he went on. “At first Jack tried to act like everything was molto bene, but I could see things weren’t good. His act? It didn’t work. I know him too well.” “So what happened?” Anna leaned close. A frown worried her pretty face and he felt a stab of regret for bringing unhappy news to their dinner table. “What did he say? Did Jack say what was bothering them?” “I waited until our sandwiches came. Pastrami on rye for me. The same for my—for my, um, guest. And Kate, I think she had egg salad. Jack too—egg salad. Yes, that’s right. Two 34
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pastrami, two egg salad.” “Then?” Tony prodded. “Oh, then I asked again about his unhappiness. Food opens the mouth, you know. So Jack, he opened his mouth. Now this was told in the strictest confidence, but he said he knew the flower shop is having problems. Big problems. So I asked what kind of problems. ‘Who knows? Maybe I can help you with these big problems,’ I said. But Kate and Jack, they looked at each other and wouldn’t say another word. Not one.” Antonio sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Let them digest the news. Then they’d see if they couldn’t figure out what it meant. If not now, then soon, when they’d had a chance to mull it over. Tony tapped a finger thoughtfully against the side of his wineglass. “But why should problems at the flower shop matter? They sold it to the woman from—where’s she from?” “Manhattan,” Anna answered. “Right,” Tony said, nodding. “They sold it to her— what’s her name again?” “Barbara.” Anna smiled at Antonio and shook her head. “Her name is Barbara. I know they’d hoped Allison would take over the shop, keep it in the family for another generation at least, but when she didn’t they had no choice but to sell. And that woman, Barbara Blane is her name, she had the funds to buy it, so what could they do?” “That’s right,” Antonio said. “They had no choice. She made them an offer, and they had to take it. But still, Jack must have feelings for the place. He looked…very-veryvery—” He searched for the appropriate word. Finally he gave up and said, “Triste.” 35
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“Sad? Jack? That doesn’t seem good. He’s always so cheerful.” Anna pulled her lower lip between her teeth, a habit she usually didn’t indulge in. Antonio knew she worried about the elderly couple across the way, and again he felt a pang of regret for giving her cause. “But why?” Tony persisted. “This new woman, this Barbara, she’s the one with any shop issues, not Jack or Kate. I don’t like it that the place is still affecting him. He’s supposed to be retired.” “He probably still feels connected to the business. It would be hard, I think, not to feel that way after owning it for so long.” Anna stood and began to gather the dinner dishes. Carrying them across the kitchen toward the sink, she said, “I’ll go over to talk with Kate tomorrow on my way home from the library. She has a recipe for zucchini bread she promised to share with me. I’ll ask for it when I stop by. And I’ll see if I can’t uncover anything about the florist shop while I’m there.” “Don’t tell her I said anything. We ate our pastrami and egg salad under a veil of secrecy. Don’t tell them I betrayed their confidence.” “You have my word, Nonno. No one will ever know you let the cat out of the bag.” She smiled as she grabbed the empty serving dishes. So pretty, his grandson’s wife… With a start, Antonio realized the rain had let up a bit. Darkness outside the kitchen windows was absolute, and he knew without checking his watch the hour was late. Time to go home to his own little cottage. To his memories of Giovanna. And to thoughts of a new female companion, thoughts that were, he had to admit, in the forefront of his mind lately. And his prayers to the Virgin—he couldn’t forget those, not if 36
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he wanted to rock a bambino or two before he left this earth. Yes, time to go home. Pushing himself to his feet, Antonio said, “Well, it’s time to go home now. It’s too late for an old man like me to be out having fun. Tomorrow I’ve got a date with una strega bush and I need my rest. Grazie. The meal was perfect. Sleep well, my children.” He headed for the door, knowing he’d be perfectly safe trekking the short distance through the night vineyard. At most he’d meet up with a couple of mouse chasing cats, but nothing else. And a stroll through the aisles between the vines was a wonderful way to prepare for restful dreams. It wasn’t until much later, when he’d said his prayers and replayed the events of the day, when Antonio realized he hadn’t asked Anna and Tony what they’d done today. Annoyed with himself, he remembered too late he hadn’t asked if either of them had any news to share, anything unusual or important to tell. Domani. He rolled over onto his stomach. Tomorrow I’ll remember to ask for news from the kids. Who knows? Maybe they’ve got something exciting to tell me. Something like a surprise coming in eight or nine months…
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Chapter 5 Hot Waffle Kisses Anna drank her first cup of coffee standing at the kitchen sink. Staring through the wide window, she watched the sun rise over the eastern edge of the vineyard. The temperature was already creeping toward seventy despite the early hour. It was going to be another scorcher. Grapes require long stretches of heat to reach their optimum sweetness, something the sweltering days of the past weeks had provided. The harvest would be a good one, barring an unanticipated disaster or blight. Every vineyard owner prayed for days like this one promised to be. “Too hot for a walk through the vines.” Merlot wound around her ankles, bringing even more heat to Anna’s warm skin. “Bet you wish you weren’t so furry, don’t you? That thick coat has got to be murder in this weather.” Murder. Between worries about Jack and Kate, curiosity over Nonno’s love life and the pink negligee throwing Tony’s romantic mood into high gear, she’d managed to forget the topic. Now, as Anna refilled Merlot’s bowl with cool water and placed it on her feeding tray, the subject came flooding back. Marge Pilchard was dead. Murdered. The thought turned 38
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her stomach topsy-turvy, and sealed her decision not to go walking through the property on her own when it was still only half light outside. “Waffles, Merlot. What do you think?” Anna pulled ingredients from cupboards and the fridge and set them on the counter. Within minutes she’d whipped together a thick, yellow batter. Setting the waffle iron to heat, she did a mental check of her day. No doubt the library, where she worked mornings as head librarian, would be either packed to overflowing or completely deserted. Given the fact there was a huge piece of news to be circulated, the curious would undoubtedly gather to share—or glean—additional newsy tidbits. The question was, would it be in the library or somewhere else? One could never tell, but she hoped they’d take the speculation elsewhere. Otherwise she’d spend the morning ssh-ing people, a time-consuming task that would take her from more pressing duties. As if reading her mind, Merlot meowed. She had drunk nearly half the water in her bowl. Now she stretched beneath the kitchen table on the cool hardwood floor and stared up at Anna. “Exactly. They’ll be talking up a storm and causing all sorts of confusion in my nice, quiet library. But maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll go to the luncheonette. It’s air-conditioned there, too. Maybe I should—” “Talking to yourself?” Tony breezed into the kitchen smelling like soap. His rugged good looks made her heart flutter every time she saw him and this morning was no exception. The smile that played at the corners of his lips, a smile she knew meant he, too, remembered last night’s passion, 39
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brought heat to her cheeks. “I only heard the last of it, the ‘Maybe I should’ part. Maybe you should what, my love?” Tony kissed her before she had a chance to answer. His mouth covered hers and she pressed her lips willingly to his. Tilting her head so they made an even more perfect fit, she shuddered when their good-morning kiss intensified. Anna reached up and wrapped her arms around Tony’s broad shoulders. Leaning into the kiss, she felt his arousal and a pleasurable shiver coursed through her at the discovery that his excitement matched her own. Wondering how long it would take to dash back upstairs for a quick reminder of last night’s love, Anna nipped his lower lip between her teeth. A hot scent reached her nostrils just as Tony broke their embrace. Something was burning, something nearby that smelled suspiciously like scorched butter. The waffle iron! Stifling a giggle, Anna stood back as Tony tugged the electrical cord from the receptacle. She lifted the window sash, flapping her hands over the smoke rising from the offended appliance. Within seconds, the smoke alarm pealed, sending the cat, screeching her annoyance, running from the room. For several minutes they did all they could to clear the smoke. Tony opened the back door, pulled a sweatshirt from a hook beside it and fanned the smoky air outdoors. Anna turned on the exhaust fan over the stove. Instantly the noise level grew, the old fan sounding more like a jumbo jet landing in the yard than a kitchen accessory. Finally the smoke detector stopped squealing, and Anna flicked off the fan. Silence seemed strange after so much noise. One glance down at Tony’s jeans told her everything she needed to know. Their romantic moment was gone, for now 40
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anyway. He followed her gaze with his own, raising an eyebrow as he did. “You’re kidding, right? After that wake-up call, you expect me to still be in the mood?” Chuckling, Tony came across the kitchen and pulled her into his arms. “You really know how to wake a man up in the morning, you know that?” “I try. And no, I didn’t expect anything. I was merely hoping, that’s all.” With a grin she reached down and caressed him. “I guess we’re both going to be late for work if we don’t get moving.” A fast kiss was his first response. “Don’t you think we’ve already generated enough heat in the kitchen? Much more and we’re going to have the fire department on our doorstep, Anna.” “I guess you’ve got a point. But I don’t think you’ll get waffles now, either. The waffle iron is ruined.” They stared at the blackened appliance on the counter. Its waffle-making days were over. “No waffles for you, no fun for me. What a morning.” Tony grabbed his travel mug, filled it with coffee from the pot and kissed her a last time. With a rueful smile he headed for the door. “I’ve got to run. Have a great day. Try not to burn anyone else up, okay?” “You too.” At the door he paused. Turning to face her, he smiled and said, “And, Anna? I don’t need waffles. All I need is you. Tonight we’ll make up for the fun we missed during this morning’s fire drill, I promise. Love you.” “Love you, too.” Watching from the window above the sink, Anna waited until Tony started his truck and backed out of the driveway. With a final wave, he was gone but his touch 41
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Chapter 6 Overnight Parking “Ugh. Next time remind me to turn off the waffle iron before I grope my husband.” Anna gave the countertop a final swipe before she tossed the sponge into the sink. Satisfied the kitchen was tidy once more, she put her hands on her hips and looked down at the cat. Merlot had returned to her customary position beneath the table as soon as the last wisps of smoke cleared. She’d been watching Anna remove the evidence of this morning’s fiasco with a characteristically feline haughty glare. “Nothing? Not a word, not even an ‘I told you so’?” Anna questioned, arching a brow at the cat. “Thanks for that, anyway. Since our breakfast plans went up in smoke—literally— I hope he stops for a McMuffin. Even a donut will do. The poor guy’s going to be hungry if he doesn’t eat something.” Merlot yawned. “So as long as I remember to feed you, it doesn’t matter if Tony starves, is that it? Don’t worry, I won’t tell him you said so.” Anna topped off the dry food in the cat’s pink Fiestaware dish, then freshened her water. “There. You’re all set. Too bad Tony’s over at Karen’s, hungry and frustrated. But at least you’re well fed and content, 43
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aren’t you? And me? I’m—well, I’m hot and sweaty. Not a good way to start the day.” Anna smoothed a stray lock of hair back from her forehead. Between the almost-romantic encounter and cleaning the kitchen, she needed another shower—a cold one this time. But she didn’t dare waste another twenty minutes showering. Sticky and unfulfilled would have to do. Last night Tony said he and Nick, the college student he hired every summer break, planned to attach Karen Logan’s new kitchen cabinets to the walls today. They’d shim and level them, and, if all went well, tomorrow they would install a granite countertop. After that, there would only be a few more days of fine-tuning the renovation before the job was done. Anna couldn’t wait for Karen’s kitchen to be complete. She bet Karen couldn’t, either. The job had taken much longer than anticipated but now that the end was in sight Anna had already begun to plan her husband’s next renovation project. She hoped he’d finally have time to work on their upstairs bathroom. She hadn’t brought the subject up yet but she planned to. Soon. Maybe even tonight. Who could tell what would happen if she approached him wearing a filmy peignoir—or even nothing at all? Under those circumstances he might be amenable to doing whatever she asked. “Maybe the kitchen job isn’t as taxing as I thought it would be. Tony wasn’t grumpy last night, was he, Merlot? Maybe tonight will be a good time to see if he’ll work on the bathroom. We’ll see…” Anna leaned down and gave the cat a quick pat before gathering her things and heading for the door. “See you later, darling kitty. Remember, you’re in 44
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charge until I get back. Remember!” Rearranging herself beneath the table, the cat gave a throaty purr. Or maybe it was a snore—Anna couldn’t be certain. Whatever it was, it was all she got as she locked the door securely behind her. She crossed the lawn to the drive and what Tony called the Death Trap. It was one of the only things Anna refused to give up, a reminder of her pre-marriage days that felt more like a friend than a conveyance. She had to admit that Tony had a point about the dented, rusty, old Jeep. It was unsightly, noisy and so sun-bleached it had long ago faded from shiny black to matte gray. It was the only shabby thing about her. And although she knew the vehicle embarrassed her husband, she refused to part with it. She couldn’t put her finger on the exact reason why she loved the Jeep so much; she only knew she did. With a turn of the key the Jeep roared to life, sending rock music blaring from the speakers behind her. Anna turned a knob on the CD player, but just enough that her heart didn’t thump in time with the bass notes. Grinning, Anna backed out of the driveway and onto the long, winding lane that twisted through their property. The farmhouse sat a few hundred feet from the main road, which gave them loads of privacy but made for a hellish season of plowing once the snow began to fall. Trade offs. She and Tony figured their privacy was one of the things they traded for extra plowing. It was well worth the effort it took to keep their lane cleared. As she turned out of the drive, she spotted Debra walking toward town. She marveled at how the teenager had an enormous blue backpack slung over one shoulder yet still managed 45
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to fairly skip along the shoulder of the road. In typical teenage fashion, Debra wore a belly baring t-shirt, exposing an unpierced navel, skintight blue denim shorts and flip-flops. Her long, tanned legs looked endless, and Anna wondered if she herself had ever seemed so young. She supposed she must have, but right now, as she turned the volume down yet again and pulled up alongside the well-endowed, smooth-skinned, beautiful girl, she felt older than she would have liked. Much older. “Hey, Deb, need a lift?” “Great, thanks. It’s totally too hot out here for a walk. I’ll look like I went swimming by the time I get there.” With natural grace and a grin of thanks, Debra climbed in beside Anna. She heaved the backpack over the seat and they both heard it thud on the floorboards. Waiting for her to buckle up, Anna noticed Deb’s perfectly sculpted fingernails were the same exact shade as the polish on her toenails. “Where are you headed?” “Library. But now I might get there too early. I had figured on walking and getting there pretty much when you open up. I wanted to be early so I don’t have to put up with the noise. You know what I mean. Rug rat time.” She turned to Anna and rolled her eyes, a gesture that didn’t diminish the girl’s beauty. Then, in typical fashion, she giggled. Deb wasn’t the only one who didn’t appreciate the preschool reading program. Three mornings a week the library was noisier and much more hectic than usual due to the summer schedule. There had been a number of complaints but Anna felt the program was well worth any minor annoyance it caused. Early exposure to books and learning meant so much to young minds. She couldn’t help but rally around the pro46
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gram she had created. She hoped that eventually others would as well. “I think I can get you past the door, even if we’re not officially open to the public. And I know these mornings are trying, but the little ones love them. And I love it they’re learning to appreciate books. It’ll only be a few more weeks before it’s over, so bear with us, okay?” “Hey, no problem. I only mean I want to be hidden before the little monsters—uh, the little readers, get there. Last week I walked past one who smelled totally rank! Completely disgusting. I want to hide this week, go somewhere where they can’t find me. I think I’ve got it figured out.” Anna smiled at the accurate description of one particular diaper-wearing tot. He had been unforgettable. And offensive. “Where’s the proposed hiding spot?” “Downstairs. By the elevator. The room where the old magazines are shelved is pretty quiet. No one goes in there. I can sit on any of the couches without anyone sitting right next to me and bugging me. And there won’t be any weird smells.” Debra spoke with a casual shrug, as if the answer was glaringly obvious. Anna realized the teenager had solved her noise problems. Why hadn’t she thought of it herself? It was perfect! “Today I’ll take the little ones down the elevator to the out-of-date magazine room. That way they won’t disturb anyone, and you regulars won’t have to hide. It’s a great idea. Thanks for solving my problem. This will be a good move—I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself. I’ll bet it’ll get people to stop complaining about our young readers. I tell you, Deb, you’re brilliant.” Sidestepping the compliment with a shy smile, Deb 47
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leaned forward and raised the volume on the CD player. Mick’s voice grew louder, singing about time being on his side. “The Stones,” Anna offered. She knew Deb recognized the band, but it gave her something to say. “Retro. Cool.” Retro? Now I really feel old. At thirty, I’m retro. Go figure. Minutes later Anna pulled into the empty lot beside the library. Most of the curbside parking spaces were unoccupied, except for one. Directly across from the library sat a shiny white Mercedes, the sun shimmering off its glossy finish. It was near the office supply store where Sam Pilchard worked. The store still had its ‘closed’ sign turned to the sidewalk. “Banging wheels.” Deb nodded her approval. Anna had to agree, although she did it silently. It was quite a car. As she took in the polished chrome and circular insignia hood ornament, she was vaguely aware of Deb rooting around in her large backpack. Glancing over, she watched the girl extract a Mason jar, the type used for canning, from the pack’s depths. The scent of vanilla filled the Jeep. “For you.” Debra handed the candle across the console. Anna took it, putting her nose to the jar’s rim. She inhaled. The candle smelled good enough to eat. “We made them last night. My idea, actually. Mom was kind of freaked out by what happened yesterday. Donnie and I knew how she felt. We were kind of creeped out too but not as much as Mom. I mean, nobody really liked Mrs. Pilchard, so why go nuts now that she’s dead? Even though Mom tried to hide how she felt, and act all cool, she was doing a pretty crappy job of it. The little kids, they’re like animals, you know? I saw on a show that animals sense forest fires, storms, stuff like that. They 48
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feel it in the air or something. The twins are like that, too. They can feel stuff. So I figured this would be a diversion, you know?” “Good thinking.” Turning the jar, Anna saw fern fronds, suspiciously similar to a houseplant Diane had hanging in her kitchen, pressed against the inside of the jar. They were suspended, held in place by wax. “I’ll bet it got everyone’s mind off…well, off things.” “It did. I melted the wax in the microwave. The twins picked the colors and scent. We made four, all vanilla. They thought it smelled like cookies.” Deb’s straight white teeth sparkled when she grinned, and as her eyes lit up she looked lovelier than usual. She has no idea how attractive she is. Don’s going to have his hands full soon, with boys making a path to their door. Pretty and smart, an almost dangerous combination. “It does smell like cookies. I love it, Deb. I’ll put it on my desk for now. Then I’ll take it home tonight so Tony and Merlot can enjoy it, too.” She gave the girl a quick hug before pulling on the door handle and stepping out of the Jeep. They retrieved their belongings, Anna a brown leather tote and Debra the ominously heavy looking backpack, and headed for the building’s back door. Shoving the master key into the lock, Anna took a last look at the vehicle parked across from where they stood. How much did something like that cost? Far more than she and Tony could afford to spend on transportation, that was certain. And much more than she would expect an office supply store manager and his secretary wife could afford, either. As if she’d read her mind, Deb asked, “Don’t they cost a mint? How do you think someone buys that kind of car?” 49
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“I don’t know, Honey.” Anna pulled the heavy security door open and they went inside the cool building. “All I know is that my pockets aren’t deep enough for something like that. Not by a long shot.” “Mine either. I’m hoarding my money like crazy. Hopefully I’ll be able to buy a car when I get my permit. The way my savings account looks I’ll be lucky if I can afford one with all four wheels.”
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Chapter 7 On the Level Tony swore beneath his breath as he flipped open the tiny phone. Pressing buttons with his thumb, he glowered at the cabinets, half hung, around him. Doorless, the waxed wooden cupboards seemed to be grinning at him. They weren’t even close to being level. Right now, he didn’t give a damn. They could hang upside down for all he cared. “Good morning, Milton Falls Public Library. Martha speaking. How may I help you?” “Martha, it’s me. Tony.” “Tony, how nice to hear from you. Long time no talk to.” The assistant librarian’s voice was cheerful almost to the point of being irritating but Tony knew the friendliness was genuine. Martha Trousdale was the kind of woman every library needed at least one of. Unmarried, with three cats appropriately named Dewey, Decimal and System, Martha’s life revolved around the library and its patrons. She knew the location of every book and inch of microfilm. When the World Wide Web infiltrated her quiet world, rendering her beloved card catalogue system obsolete, she had taken computer 51
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classes at a nearby college. Becoming computer savvy for the good of the library had been something Martha took as seriously as if it had been essential to national security. Now she was Milton Falls’ resident computer guru. “Long time, you’re right.” There was no way to simply ask to speak with his wife straight off. No, the rules of smalltown living dictated he spend a few minutes, at the very least, engaged in idle chitchat. Normally Tony didn’t mind the social niceties but now all he wanted was to speak with Anna. Swallowing his impatience, he pushed a smile into his voice and asked, “So how have you been, Martha?” “Oh, fine, just fine.” “And the little ones? Are they doing well, too?” Tony gestured for Nick to place the heavy toolbox near the far side of the room. He didn’t want to trip over it when—if—they leveled the cabinets. Provided he ever got a chance to get to work. Right now, it seemed he’d be on the phone all morning. “Oh, my babies are fine, thanks for asking.” Martha tittered, sounding girlish. No one knew her actual age but Tony guessed she had to be nearly old enough to collect Social Security. “Although poor Decimal, she did have a bout with hairballs again last week. It was terrible, just awful. Poor thing heaved so hard I thought her sides might just stove in. Does Merlot have the problem? Hairballs, I mean?” Nick crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. He grinned, flexing his muscles so they danced against his shirt as he pantomimed a yawn. There was nothing for him to do, not until Tony got off the phone and they began to work. Tony could tell the conversation amused the other man. The smug look on Nick’s face gave him a good idea what he thought. 52
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“Um, no. Not to my knowledge, anyway.” Tony felt the vein in his right temple begin to throb as he pushed the mental image of hairballs out of the way. “You’d have to ask Anna about that. I don’t mean to be rude, Martha, but I’m in sort of a rush. Is Anna around? I’d like to speak with her for a minute.” “Well goodness, I’m sorry, Tony. I don’t know what I was thinking, keeping you chatting for so long. Of course you want to speak with your wife. Doesn’t everyone?” Martha gave a short laugh. “She’s popular around here, you know. And you’re in luck, because the pre-school reading program just ended so she’s walking across the main floor now. I see her, and she looks pleased. Maybe there weren’t any dirty diaper incidents today. By the way she’s smiling, it looks like everyone made it through without scenting the reading area. Good news, don’t you think?” With a snort, Tony said, “Very good news.” “Now if you’ll hold on a sec, I’ll see if I can’t catch your wife for you. Hold on.” The phone clicked in his ear before Tony had a chance to thank the woman. He wished he had more time to spend talking with her, that he hadn’t been as abrupt as he’d been, but he had cabinets waiting. And every minute that passed while Nick stood by, grinning and doing the bicep dance, was a minute Tony had to pay for. The silence stretched and Tony considered, fleetingly, disconnecting. Now that he knew Anna wasn’t busy he could try her line at her desk, the one he’d called before resorting to the main desk phone. Before she hadn’t answered, but now that she was free— “Hello? Tony?” Air flew from his lungs in a rush. He hadn’t realized he’d 53
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been holding his breath, but the sound of Anna’s voice brought a flood of relief. “Anna. Are you all right?” Tucking the phone against his cheek, Tony lifted one finger, signaling Nick to wait an extra few minutes, before he turned and walked out the back door. He sat on the Logans’ porch railing and smiled as he listened to her voice. “Of course I’m all right. Why wouldn’t I be?” Memories of their kisses heated him to his core. He shifted on the railing as his jeans grew snugger. God, but Anna excited him. All the time. He’d never known love like this before, never even imagined it was possible to care so deeply for another person. It was something he’d learned the moment he’d met Anna. Since the day they’d married, he hadn’t even looked at another woman. The one who graced his life was more than enough to satisfy him. Those pajamas—hell, they can’t be called pajamas, can they? Pink and silky, so smooth against her skin. And Anna…warm and willing, and so damn sexy… Then he remembered the reason for the call. Kisses, heat and arousal were all forgotten. His first words were like a burst of gunfire. “Nick just told me. Have you heard the news? About Marge Pilchard?” “Yesterday. But I never got a chance to tell you,” Anna said quickly. “I wanted to, but with Nonno coming for dinner, then—well, you remember what happened after Nonno left, don’t you?” “Anna—” “All I’m saying is, I got sidetracked. Sidetracked, Tony. That’s all. Thoughts of Marge and Sam—well they just weren’t in my head last night. But yes, I’ve heard the news.” 54
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He pursed his lips. Sidetracked. That is one way to put it. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to be at home with her right now, getting sidetracked some more. “Fair enough. I had only one thing on my mind last night, too. And no, it wasn’t the Pilchards, either.” A smile tugged his lips as he listened to the sweet sound of her breathless giggle. Anna had it all. Brains. Beauty. A sense of humor. She was graceful. And she was spiritual. The most amazing part of it all was that she was his. All his. Anna had him bewitched, and he knew it. The woman was a vixen, completely irresistible. At this moment, even with Karen Logan’s kitchen cabinets and Nick waiting for his attention, all he could think of was finding Anna and holding her close. He could have easily spent eternity with her in his arms. “All right, then. So we were both sidetracked,” he allowed. “But that doesn’t erase the fact there’s been a murder committed within throwing distance of our house. Some nut—or more than one, for all we know—is on the loose. I don’t want to frighten you but you’ve got to be careful. I mean it. Tonight when I get home we’ll discuss this further, but until then I don’t want you to take any chances, do anything—” “Do anything what? Silly? Don’t you dare say silly, Tony. It won’t sit well with me. I’m your wife, not your child.” Uh oh. This wasn’t the first time he’d pushed her into a corner. He knew he had a tendency to try and protect her. Unfortunately for him, that sometimes came off as being parental instead of simply caring. “Listen, Anna—” “Don’t give me that tone, either. I won’t be pacified.” 55
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Ouch. Tony took a deep breath and held it for a long moment before he spoke. The silence between them felt enormous. “I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I know how I sound but I don’t mean any of it that way. I’m just concerned, that’s all. There’s a killer on the loose and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I-I couldn’t stand it, Anna. I couldn’t stand it, that’s all.” He plowed his free hand through his hair hard, and the feel of his fingernails across his scalp reminded him of something other than the sudden ache in his heart. Even if he annoyed her, he had to show her caution was the order of the day. Until the police solved this crime, it had to be. For everyone. Especially for her. Anna’s voice softened. He was forgiven. “I know you want to protect me, and I appreciate the sentiment. Really, I do. But I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m in the library, remember? It’s probably the safest place in town.” “No place is safe until the lunatic who killed Marge is caught,” he insisted stubbornly. From the back doorway Nick looked pointedly at the watch on his wrist. Time was slipping by. If they were going to finish with the cabinets he’d have to get moving. “Listen, please be extra careful, that’s all I’m asking. Please.” “I will, Tony. I’ll be careful. But honestly, I think I’ll be safe here. To begin with, I’m surrounded by people. And secondly, I can’t believe a library is the kind of place a murderer goes to pass the time.” “You never know.” Before this morning he wouldn’t have believed any criminal would spend time in this little town, but obviously one would—and had. No, one could never tell where a killer would show up. “Just be careful, okay? We’ll 56
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talk more when I get home tonight. Until then, watch your back.” “And who’s going to watch yours?” Her tone was seductive. His body reacted instantly. What the woman did to him! Standing, he said, “Tonight. Tonight I’ll watch yours and you can watch mine. How’s that for a plan? Hmm?” He reached for the doorknob, waiting for an answer. Thankfully the conversation was headed toward ending on a high note. He hated it when Anna was annoyed with him. “Mmm…I think that can be arranged.” Her voice was as smooth as liquid honey. “As long as you promise to let me watch your back, and your front, very, very closely. So closely—well, who knows what might happen? I may end up taking a bite—or two or three—just to make sure all’s well. Think about it, Tony,” she purred. “We’ll talk tonight. Or maybe…maybe we won’t talk at all. Maybe we’ll find something better to do—much better.” Tony held the cell phone by his side long after she’d hung up. He took deep, ragged breaths but it was several minutes before his body calmed enough for him to turn his attention back to cupboards.
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Chapter 8 Fertile Soil Encourages Weeds “Looking for anything in particular? Maybe I can help,” Anna said, using her best “friendly librarian” voice. She smiled at the woman frowning at a bookshelf in front of her. Wearing a wrinkled baby blue t-shirt with Save the Cosmos—Plant a Begonia silk-screened across the chest and dirtsmeared jeans, Barbara Blane could hardly hide her identity. Anna had met her briefly in the grocery store but this was the first time she had gotten a long look at the new florist. The woman seemed frazzled. She jumped when Anna spoke. “Oh—Anna. Er, good morning. I didn’t see you there. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. I’m, um, I’m looking for something that will explain about mortgages and, um, equity loans and… Well, about financial matters.” She looked decidedly uncomfortable divulging the information. “Also, um, yes, also a book—or even two—about orchids. I’m waiting for a new shipment of orchids. There will be some rather delicate ones in the shipment so I thought I’d refresh my memory on their, um, on their needs. Especially Dendrobium. They can be temperamental, you know. A fussy and demanding sort of plant.” Barbara was babbling and beginning to perspire despite 58
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the library’s coolness. Anna wondered what had her so rattled. Anna didn’t know anything about orchids, either the fussy or nonfussy type, but she did know a fair bit about people. It was apparent Barbara had provided the last bit of information as an afterthought, thrown in for some reason Anna hadn’t yet determined. “Well, you’ve got quite a range of subjects, so we’ll need to go to two areas for your books. The orchid volumes are in the next aisle over, this way. Follow me, I’ll show you where they are. We have a number of them. Actually orchids seem to be gaining popularity as houseplants, so these books are checked out a great deal.” Anna handed Barbara three books with beautiful tropical flowers on their covers. “Thanks. These are just what I was hoping for.” Barbara didn’t spare a glance at the books in her arms. Anna realized she could have presented the distracted woman books on auto mechanics and she wouldn’t have noticed. Without losing a step, she turned and led the way into the next room. She assumed Barbara followed. “The financial section is in here. Here, too, we have a good range of books but nothing as detailed as I think you’re looking for. There is an assortment of basic reading that covers the type of transactions you’re interested in. We keep them on these shelves. The related periodicals are kept on the brown table near the window. You might get more current information from the bank, however. They would be able to give you actual rate quotes and the like, which we can’t do.” Anna smiled as she spoke, mindful of keeping her personal curiosity out of her professional demeanor. Orchids and finances? Not an auspicious way to begin a business venture. 59
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“Oh, no, this is what I was looking for. I don’t need anything else, thanks. These will be fine, I’m sure.” Barbara shifted her weight from foot to foot as they stood near the volumes of financial information. “I can manage from here. Thanks for the help.” Knowing a dismissal when she heard it, Anna flashed her best librarian’s smile. “Well. You know where to find me if you need anything more.” As she walked back to her desk, she couldn’t help but wonder what troubled their newest community member. It was apparent something was bothering the woman, but what? Really, it could be anything. Anything at all. Perhaps her grandfather-by-marriage was right about some sort of “big trouble” at the flower shop. Antonio was rarely wrong about anything. She should have known he’d be right about this, too. The hours passed quickly, as they usually did inside the cool, hushed building. Anna finished her desk work in record time and spent the last hour of her shift tidying up the reading stacks. Shortly before she left for the day she decided to take some time to enjoy her favorite duty, re-shelving books. The weight of the volumes in her hands and the idea that she was holding another person’s thoughts and emotions never failed to amaze her. Anna rolled a trolley of books through the rooms, replacing the volumes with efficiency borne of practice. The last three books to be re-shelved happened to be the orchid guides Barbara had requested. Anna gazed at the vividly colored jackets and wondered if she should pick up one of these beauties when Barbara’s shop received its new shipment. They really were stunning. Anna took the orchid books to her uncluttered desk and 60
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sat down in her butter-soft leather chair. She opened the first book and flipped through it. Page after page of gorgeous photographs filled it. The orchids were exotic looking and made her breath catch. Their Latin names, too, were magical. Cymbidium. Miltonia. Dendrobium. Dendrobium. That’s the one Barbara mentioned. Dendrobium— yes, that’s it. She began to read the explanation that followed the vibrant pink, yellow and purple photos of the Dendrobium species. The florist’s assessment of the plant with paper-thin flowers and sultry green leaves didn’t match the guide’s description. At all. Anna scanned the list naming the plant’s requirements and frowned. Ideal for beginners. One of the easiest to grow. Medium light. Medium temperature. Average watering requirements. It didn’t sound at all fussy. In fact, it seemed like exactly the kind of plant she would consider keeping. Her earlier instincts about the florist and her motivation for visiting the library were reinforced after she checked Dendrobium in the second, then the third, horticultural guides. It seemed strange Barbara would go to so much trouble to fabricate a cover story—and that’s what it obviously was, a shield to hide her true reason for being in the library. Something wasn’t right with the woman, she was hiding something—Anna was sure of it. But what? Lost in thought, Anna placed the orchid guides back on their shelf. As she did, she resolved to visit the flower shop to purchase an orchid of her own. A Dendrobium, perhaps. Maybe if she visited the floral shop, she would be able to get to the bottom of whatever it was Barbara Blane was determined to conceal. Anna didn’t know why it mattered so much to her to find the truth behind Barbara’s lies, only that it did. 61
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Call it intuition. Call it nosiness. Call it whatever word comes most quickly to mind—I know that woman’s up to something. I can feel it. And I want to know what that something is.
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Chapter 9 Neighborly? Anna made a quick stop in her own backyard herb garden before she went to visit Kate and Jack. She grew several varieties of herbs, in quantities much greater than she, Tony and Nonno could ever use. Consequently, she was always eager to share with friends and family. Many people reaped the benefits of Anna’s green thumb. She knew her neighbors were particularly fond of fennel and chives so she cut a large basket filled with both varieties’ fragrant leaves. She also cut some spearmint and chocolate mint. Jack favored mint in his tea and claimed that Anna’s mint was the best he had ever had. Of course Anna suspected her elderly friend was merely being polite, but she appreciated his kind words regardless. She knew mint wasn’t much more than a glorified weed. If allowed to grow without frequent harvesting, it would surely take over the herb garden. She cut a generous amount for Jack’s tea. Anna rang the flower-shaped button beside her neighbors’ front door. Almost instantly she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The small white-haired woman who opened the door was one of her favorite people. Kate Kimble 63
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was a quiet, thoughtful woman with a manner that naturally put people at ease. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” Anna caught a whiff of something sweet—perhaps freshly baked?— coming from the house. “Have you got a minute?” “Well I’ve got two—at least two for you—always. Come right on in here.” It was not difficult to imagine the sort of mothering style Kate had used with her children. She pulled Anna into the house and gave her a hug that said so much more than words could have. Anna was instantly glad she had decided to visit. “What have you got in your basket? It smells so lovely. Is it mint?” Kate put a finger to her chin. She smiled as she sniffed and took a second guess. “And let’s see…fennel? Chives, perhaps?” It was a silly game the two women played every time Anna brought a basket over. “As usual you’ve hit the nail on the head. Mint, fennel, chives. You’ve got a nose like a precision instrument!” “Come on in. Please, go sit on the back porch while I pour a glass of iced tea for you. You look parched. Goodness, but it’s a hot day today. Again. Good for Jack’s garden but us ladies? Well, don’t we just glow a bit more on days like this? Yes, a glass of iced tea, with some of that lovely mint you’ve been kind enough to bring over.” Kate kept a running stream of conversation as they walked through the house toward the back door. Anna smiled as her gaze swept over the collections of knickknacks and old-fashioned furniture. The house was spotless. The scent of lemon furniture polish hung daintily in the air. “Can I help you?” Anna set her basket beside a crocheted 64
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white doily on the wide wooden kitchen table. “Oh, posh! No need. It’s just a couple of glasses of tea, after all.” Ice clinked in two tall glasses. “No, you just go on out and have a seat. I’m right behind you.” Anna opened the door and held it, letting the older woman go out onto the back porch in front of her. She took the glass Kate handed her and took a long swallow as she settled into one of a pair of white wicker rocking chairs. Looking out over the yard, she saw it was empty. Jack’s car was missing from the adjacent driveway. “Jack out?” Kate nodded. “Jack’s gone to the hardware store in search of a new hinge for our back gate. The gate between the garage and the back cornfield somehow got bent and now it won’t latch properly. You know how Jack is. He could barely sleep at all last night, he was so worried some large stray animal would make its way into the corn and eat his whole crop. Honestly, you’d think every big, hungry beast in the county was waiting for our gate to be open just so they could all rush over and have a regular buffet dinner! Sometimes Jack is more of a handful than any of my babies were.” Anna was pleased to hear Kate sounding like her usual cheery self. After listening to Nonno last night, Anna had expected to find a completely different person than the one sitting beside her. Roses bloomed in every corner of the yard. A stunning climbing specimen, a Peace rose, dripped with whisper-soft pink edged yellow flowers. The slight scent was captivating and made sitting on the porch a heady, pleasurable experience. Beyond the rose garden a large detached garage sat next 65
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to a small fenced-in plot planted with sweet corn. The corn grew nearly forehead high, with silky brown tassels poking out of the tops of plump ears. With the garden gate hanging by a single hinge the corn patch did look inviting. “Aside from the broken gate, how are you and Jack doing? Tell me, are you enjoying your first summer with a retired husband?” Anna teased. “Well…” Kate thought for a moment, and then smiled. “It is an acquired taste. At first he was constantly underfoot but we’ve learned to give each other some breathing space. Especially in the mornings, when I’m perky and he’s grumpy. And is he ever grumpy! I’d forgotten Jack can be such a grumbly bear. But the arrangement is working out fine now that we’ve gotten over the initial shock of it all.” “I imagine it’s an enormous lifestyle change for both of you. All those years of seeing each other only in the evenings. And now? Constant companions. It must be trying sometimes.” “It is. Especially since we thought we’d have a buffer, you know. We sort of expected Allie to still be here in town, near us. Now she’s in Delaware and we miss her terribly. We thought she’d be filling the town’s flower orders, taking over for Jack. But now…oh, but now she’s not even here, and it just seems so strange.” Kate sniffed delicately. Pulling a tissue from the wrist of her sweater, she dabbed at her nose before she went on. “I suppose we’ll get used to the situation. We have no choice, do we? And eventually I guess we’ll barely remember what our plans had been for our little shop. That’s the way life is, I guess. Sometimes it’s easier to simply forget the very things that seem to be the most important.” Anna agreed. She could recall several times in her life 66
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when events or people had felt monumentally important to her very existence. In the end, however, they had proven to have no bearing on her or her life. Yes, time certainly had a way of putting things in perspective. “Enough of my rambling. What about you, young lady? What have you and that charming husband of yours been up to lately? Mind, only tell me the G-rated stuff. Remember—I’m easily shockable!” They laughed and Anna told her friend about the happy events of the past few days. Fortunately there weren’t any unhappy items to censor and the two passed a pleasant hour on the porch. Neither mentioned the Pilchards. They caught the slight breeze and the perfume of roses surrounded them. Conversation had turned to the upcoming Zucchini Festival when Jack steered his blue sedan into the driveway. Jack was effusive in his greeting. “Anna! What a lovely surprise! So glad to see you. How are you, Dear? And Tony? How is he doing? We haven’t seen him for a few days.” Jack’s gentle cornflower-blue eyes sparkled as he hugged Anna. They spoke for a while longer before Anna took her leave. She left with a treasured family recipe in her hand but without a clearer picture of the unhappiness Nonno hinted at. It wasn’t like Tony’s grandfather to be wrong about people, but Anna hadn’t learned a thing about the trouble supposed to be staying with Kate and Jack. As far as Anna could tell, the only thing broken at their neighbors’ house was a gate.
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Chapter 10 A Stitch in Time Shirley Brockton was Milton Falls’ oldest resident. Although no one knew for sure how old she was, and she certainly wasn’t divulging the information, she had seen more people come and go and more community events than she could count. Most of what happened in town was good. Mostly. Even funerals, they had a purpose and were natural occurrences. But this latest event? Shirley thought it was bizarre, simply extraordinary. Who would want to commit murder in our sleepy little corner of the world? And why? As she mulled the questions over in her mind, she reached for another armful of yarn from deep within the cardboard carton sitting on the floor before her. Mindful of her back, she stretched out her arms to grab each skein. Decades of daily stretching and yoga kept her more flexible than most women half her age. The monotonous task of stacking inventory in her little shop, appropriately named A Stitch in Time, was a mindless task that gave her plenty of opportunity to think—and stretch, two of her favorite pastimes. When the bell above the door tinkled, Shirley glanced up. Secretly thrilled by the interruption, she smiled automati68
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cally. Her thoughts about Marge’s murder hadn’t gotten her anywhere and she could feel her blood pressure rising. Her heart leapt when she saw Anna enter the shop and her smile grew wider. “Just what I need right now! A breath of fresh air in my musty old shop!” Dropping skeins of lavender yarn onto a table, she hurried as fast as her aching arthritic knees would let her. Before clutching Anna in a tight, fast embrace, Shirley surveyed the young woman. The two had felt an instant bond the moment they’d met. Now Shirley thought of Anna as more of a daughter than a friend. She patted Anna’s shoulder as she released the younger woman. “Your shop is neither musty nor old, and you know it.” Anna set a brown leather tote in one of the chairs in the corner of the shop. Shirley watched the young woman’s eyes scan the shop’s interior as she shrugged off a lightweight cotton sweater. Shirley couldn’t help but wonder how her shop looked in the other’s eyes. It was old, she knew. Quaint, she hoped. And useful, she prayed. In the 1940’s when GIs came home Milton Falls experienced a brief growth spurt. After witnessing the ravages of war, young men yearned for the basics—homes, wives and families. To accommodate this new need, a number of neighborhoods were added to the town, and the soldiers flocked to the sparkling new homes. But the old, original section remained largely unchanged through the years. A number of attempts had been made to revitalize the old buildings, but there were places where an air of neglect and decay remained. Fortunately, the block where A Stitch in Time was located 69
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had been meticulously overhauled and conscientiously maintained. “Come, sit.” Shirley sank into one of the overstuffed chairs and waited while Anna sat. “So tell me, what’s brought you in today?” She thought she knew. Anna was checking up on her. Although she was attempting to hide the fact, there was concern etched into the pretty green eyes she knew so well. “Oh, this and that.” Anna waved her hand through the air as if chasing a fly. “Sweaters and yarn, mostly.” Better to cut to the heart of it. There’s no sense letting Anna wonder if I’m all right. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with the death of one of our own, would it?” Anna had the grace to look chagrined. “You caught me. I confess.” “Oh, don’t say that too loudly around town! Not until we find out what—or who—actually did old Marge in.” Shirley scooted her bottom into the seat, pressing her aching back against the worn leather. Oh, the trials of growing old. Just when she thought she’d accepted all life managed to throw her way, a new pain or stiffness crept into her world. Ah, well, what more could a woman of her age expect? And given the career she’d had when she was young—well, a few kinks at this point were par for the course. “You’ve got a good point. And yeah, I guess I did poke in to see how you’re taking the news. We all know how you feel about what goes on around town, and about the people who live here. Are you all right?” Anna leaned forward and reached her hand out, covering Shirley’s fingers where they lay on the arm of her chair. Anna’s skin was warm. Smooth, soft and vi70
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brant. It felt young. “Really. Are you all right with the news?” Shirley shrugged, a slow and deliberate movement. She’d learned not to move too quickly lest she feel the wrath of her years. “What can you do? Of course I’m not thrilled Marge is dead—who would be? But let’s be honest. We’re alone here so there’s no need for shilly-shallying around the truth. We both know Marge and Sam are probably the two least liked people in all of Milton Falls. Mostly they’re tolerated. Barely. So if someone has to go, who better?” She waited to see whether or not Anna would be shocked by her candor. Thankfully she wasn’t. Together, they smiled. Then, she spoke again. “I don’t know how Tom and Sue—especially Sue—put up with the woman day after day. Why, Marge came in here on her lunch hour a couple of weeks ago and I nearly threw her out the door. She mussed up nearly every display counter, and then left without buying a thing! I couldn’t wait for her to go back to Jed’s.” Jedediah Monroe’s Sanitation Company was a family business that had been operating for over a century. The locals referred to it as simply Jed’s as in “Jed’s will take it” or “Call Jed’s. They take it all.” The latest Monroes to operate the family enterprise were Tom and his wife Sue, a young couple who were as busy raising their three young sons as they were with the hauling company. “I know what you mean. I never spent more time with Marge than was absolutely necessary.” Anna brushed a scrap of lint from the leg of her jeans. The only decoration she wore on her fingers was her engagement ring and matching wedding band. Not for the first time, Shirley mused about the slim, lithe fingers that were such a good fit for intricate knit71
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ting and handiwork. They were one of the reasons Anna was such an adept knitting pupil. “Tony asked me to stop into Jed’s and pay his hauling bill for last month. I went in last week. Marge seemed happy to see me—happier than I was to see her. Now, I almost feel guilty about how I felt then.” “Tut tut, Dear. Marge spent her whole life being nasty and mean-spirited. It’s not surprising you would have preferred not to spend time with her. Why, I don’t think any of us relished the idea of passing a minute in the woman’s company. No need for guilt, Anna. None at all.” Anna looked up, her eyes filled with unabashed relief. “Thanks, I feel better now. Because honestly, I always dreaded seeing Marge. Really, really dreaded it. She was so-so-so—” “Creepy,” Shirley supplied. A shudder shot up her spine, making her tremble. “Exactly!” Clapping her hands together, Anna smiled. “Creepy’s what I always felt when I was near Marge. Even when we were talking about something completely harmless, she gave me the willies. And her smile! That little pinchedface smile of hers—it was as phony as a blue tomato. The most insulting part, I think, was that she thought anyone believed she was smiling when she grimaced at them the way she did. Oh! And the twittering giggle she had! It was as awful asas-as—” “Fingernails on a chalkboard.” “That’s it! Fingernails on a chalkboard. You understand, don’t you? You get how I feel about Marge.” Anna still looked a tad guilt-wracked, so Shirley sniffed. The gesture made her feel a lot younger than she had in a long time. “Mmph! Of course I understand. Anyone who knew Marge Pilchard understands, because everyone felt the same 72
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way, Anna. There’s no reason for you to feel badly about not loving that nasty woman. No reason at all. Her thin-lipped smile and syrupy sweetness concealed a personality that was calculating, edgy and just plain nasty. And I’ve always thought anyone above the age of fifteen caught giggling in public should be shot.” As if on cue, Anna giggled. Shirley had known she would—had hoped she would, anyway. They laughed, and felt the tension fly from the room as if borne on the wind. With a hope of pulling the conversation toward a more pleasant topic, she looked pointedly at Anna’s tote bag. “Is that Tony’s sweater? I hoped you would stop in and show me how it’s coming along.” Anna tugged the soft, sage green bundle from her bag and set it on her lap. The green was exquisite, a hue not many men would dare to wear. Tony had just the right coloring to suit the shade, and with his rugged good looks, the sweater would look perfect on him. “I do. But I’ve hit a snag—again.” “Let me brew a fresh pot of tea, and then we’ll take a look. And, too, we’ll read your leaves today. It’s about time, don’t you think? Maybe we’ll get a glimpse into your future, hmm?” “Who knows? Anything’s possible, isn’t it? Last month you saw the big bird in my cup, remember? I found that crow locked into the winery the very next day. I think you may have missed your true calling—fortune telling.” Anna and Shirley had known each other since Anna was a small girl. Before she’d met Tony, Anna had lived in Milton Falls. The years she had been away at school Shirley had missed her something fierce but now that Anna was back with 73
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that hunky husband of hers it was as if she’d never been gone. Shirley had taught Anna how to crochet when Anna was only six. She’d caught on quickly. Through the years she’d taught Anna a number of handcrafts. The latest was knitting. The sage green yarn was expensive. From Ireland, it had a tart, citrusy scent that made it the perfect choice for Tony’s sweater. It was a pleasure to work with, and the sweater was coming along beautifully. It took only a few minutes to get a fresh pot brewed. They sipped their tea and discussed the bright colors of wool which had arrived the previous day in a shipment from Turkey. “I hadn’t expected such loud colors. Almost vulgar, I think.” Shirley shook her head. “Perhaps I’ll be able to convince the grannies their little grandkiddies will need bold afghans this holiday season. If not, I can’t think what I’ll do with all that Turkish chaos.” “It’s really soft and warm. It’ll be great for mittens and scarves. Very snugly, very cuddly. In fact, I’ll take the purple to make a scarf for Diane. It won’t be like any other gift she gets this year.” “You have a point about its softness being perfect for scarves. I remember when I was a young girl I had a scarf that exact same color. I used to wear it when I went skating on Baker’s Pond near where the old mill still stands. My grandmother worked at the hop mill, you know. Many women did, way before that women’s liberation stuff got popular. Women liberated themselves long before any underwear was burned, let me tell you. Anyhow, I had a lovely purple scarf, and I would wear it every time I went skating. My skating scarf, I called it.” “See? Just the right shade for a scarf,” Anna declared with 74
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a smile. She handed Tony’s sweater across the distance between their chairs, a puzzled expression on her face. “But this sweater, pretty as the color is, has a problem. Can you help?” Within minutes Shirley located the dropped stitches. Together they rectified the situation. She watched while Anna knitted another row for good measure. Then, when she was sure the sweater was once again on its way to completion, Shirley reached for Anna’s empty teacup. At least once each month Shirley read Anna’s tea leaves. It was a ritual neither of them would think of skipping. “Hmm…” Shirley hummed quietly. “Hmm…” “Hmm?” “Look at this. I see a plane. A bridge. The bridge is a long one and there’s a man, yes, a man on the long bridge. Hmm…I think perhaps you’ll cross a long bridge sometime soon, maybe to get to a man on the other side. No, your husband wouldn’t approve of that, now would he? No, I don’t imagine he would, but that’s a bridge I see. Definitely, a bridge. Who knows? A bridge could be many things, not just a bridge. Maybe it signifies a journey or a path you’ll be taking, a trip you’ll make soon. Does it mean anything to you, Dear? Does any of this make sense to you?” Anna laughed and shook her head. “Tony is much too busy to take any sort of trip. And I don’t think he’d send me off on my own. No, I’m sure the only path I’ll be on is the one to the Zucchini Festival. I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t see this one happening. No bridge. No trip. Sorry.” “I only see what the tea leaves show me.” Shirley smiled, the memory of the tea leaves in the bottom of the cup fresh in her mind. It had been a bridge she’d seen. Whether or not Anna was willing to accept the fact was entirely up to her. But 75
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she had seen a bridge. Now what can that mean? “I’m so glad you stopped in to see me today. Keep working on that sweater, won’t you? It’s coming along really well. You’ve got some nice, even stitches. And I’ll see you again soon, I hope?” “Of course you will. Call if you need anything.” “You know I will.” Shirley watched the young woman stuff Tony’s half-finished sweater into her tote. “What have you got planned for this evening? Anything special?” “You know, I was just thinking it’d be a perfect night to eat outdoors. A quick detour to the market, then a stop at Nonno’s to invite him. What about you, Shirley? Do you have plans? Or can I entice you to join our little dinner party? I can send Tony over to pick you up when you close the shop, if you’d like.” She was touched by Anna’s generosity of spirit. For an instant Shirley considered saying yes but common sense prevailed. It had been a long day and she was tired. And, despite her pooh-poohing her concern over the murder, she was somewhat frazzled by the recent events. A murder. And a murderer. In Milton Falls? No, it wasn’t conducive to dining out, even with loved ones. “May I take a rain check? I find I’m a little tired today. But another time, I’d love to come to a backyard dinner party, if the offer still stands.” She hugged Anna more tightly than usual, and for a moment longer than was absolutely necessary. When they pulled apart, she gazed into the green eyes she knew so well. She wasn’t fooling anyone by begging off, least of all Anna. Thankfully Anna had the good manners to say, “The offer always stands for you, Shirley. Always.”
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Chapter 11 Grilled Pizza and Cold Leads Antonio sighed, patting his stomach. Anna’s pizza, firegrilled over warm coals, was divine. One of the warm weather delights, really. Brown and crunchy beneath a spicy sauce, and dripping with bubbling cheese, it was a staple of summer he especially enjoyed. He hadn’t had pizza as good as Anna’s anywhere except Italy. There had been a small trattoria in Amalfi, on the coast, and it had served some of the best— “I had a feeling you’d skip lunch.” Anna’s voice pulled him from his memories. Antonio watched as she wiped a splash of tomato sauce from his grandson’s lip, winking as she did. “You’re so anxious to get out of the Logans’ kitchen. Did you get a lot done today?” Nodding, Tony said, “Tomorrow we can start on the countertops, thank God. Should move along pretty fast, so I’m hoping we’ll get out of there in a day or two. Nick’s had enough of the place, too. It’s not only me. I think it’s just time for a change of pace. Oh, did you stop at Jed’s and reserve a small bin for the shed demo like I asked you to? Nick and I are thinking of starting on it next week sometime.” The stricken expression on Anna’s face, quickly followed 77
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by a frown, told him his grandson’s wife had forgotten to do what Tony had asked. No surprise, since the poor thing had more than enough to keep her busy. Sometimes he worried she worked too hard. Between the vineyard, her job at the library, all the community events she had a hand in, that spoiled, fat cat and Tony and himself, it was no wonder Anna occasionally forgot something. Her list was long. He wondered if there was any way for him to lighten her load. He’d have to think about it. “I’m sorry. I forgot about the dumpster. I had the feeling all afternoon I was forgetting something—that was it. I’ll call Sue about it tomorrow. I promise.” “No problem. Who knows if Jed’s was even open today, with Marge’s death and all. Sue’s going to need to find someone else to help her out in the office. There’s no way she can take care of the boys and the company without someone to help out.” “You’re right about that. She will need help.” Anna stacked their empty plates but made no move to take them into the house. Instead, she sat back and stretched her legs out in front of her. As soon as she relaxed fully, Merlot leapt onto her lap. The cat began to purr, sounding like the engine of a ’61 Buick he’d once owned. Dio! But the cat was loud! He leaned back in his chair and took out his pipe. It was his one vice; he reserved it for outdoor evenings such as these. He pretended not to notice Anna’s disapproving frown as he lit up. When it was burning to his satisfaction, he grinned at the couple. “I saw Mimi today, the signorina who keeps company with your man Nick. What a good girl she is. So nice and sweet. This morning she was in the Agway. I went to get some to78
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mato stakes and there she was, feeding the baby chicks. Can you believe it? She tried to get me to buy some. Baby chicks! Mamma mia, what would I do with such a small chick? Too long to wait for dinnertime with such a tiny thing. Much easier to go to the luncheonette for a chicken.” “Mimi works there on Tuesdays and Thursdays when she has no classes. Nick told me her favorite part of the job is caring for the animals.” Tony’s fingers found the white patch on Merlot’s chin. He rubbed and the cat purred louder. “And apparently she sells quite a few of those chicks. Not everyone is as impatient as you are for their chicken dinner!” Tony’s laughter was deep and hearty, a sound that filled Antonio’s heart with joy. “She really is a nice girl, Nonno. You’re right about that. Her parents are very pleasant, too. Her mother comes into the library at least once a week, maybe more. She’s never too busy to talk for a minute or two. Liz Stiles likes historical romance novels. Bodice rippers.” “Bodice rippers?” His mouth stumbled over the unfamiliar words. Holding his pipe aloft, he waited for a clarification. “You don’t want to know, Nonno,” Tony said, then chuckled. “Probably not,” Anna agreed. “But with Liz’s love for romance, I’ll bet she’s looking forward to Mimi’s wedding.” “That one’s going to be a happy marriage, I think. They’re suited for each other,” said Tony. “They seem to be content, anyway. Nick talks about her all day long.” Silence fell as stars began to emerge in the sky above them. Twilight deepened, cloaking them securely. Bats’ wings rustled as the creatures of the night stirred. “I went to see Kate and Jack this afternoon and they acted 79
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like they didn’t have a care in the world.” Anna’s voice was quiet, a perfect addition to the stillness. “They were fine, Nonno, really. Maybe you misunderstood what they were trying to say, I don’t know. I wouldn’t worry about them too much if I were you. Evidently the biggest problem over there is a broken gate.” “What happened to their gate?” Tony asked. Antonio smiled. His grandson’s Mr. Fix-It inquisitiveness never slept. Anna explained about the gate. Then she told them more about her time with Kate and Jack. The visit didn’t indicate there was anything at the Kimbles’ even mildly distressing. He couldn’t help but be puzzled by what she said. It was all so different from what he’d witnessed at the luncheonette yesterday. What happened to make the troubles in our neighbors’ lives disappear? It makes no sense. “I’m sure they were disturbed by something when we spoke yesterday. I listened with my own ears and I tell you, I heard what I heard,” he insisted. Tapping the ash from his pipe against the wooden arm of his chair hard enough to bring Merlot’s ears forward, he went on. “They are worried about the flower shop. You will see, Anna. Time will tell the story. They didn’t want to worry you, maybe. Their problema—maybe they didn’t tell you about it on purpose. Who knows?” Shrugging, he wondered if that was the case. Did Jack and Kate not tell Anna in order to protect her from something? It was confusing, even more so because when something like this happened he always wondered if he’d had a language misunderstanding. If only everyone could speak Italian… “Basta! Enough. We will see what’s what when the time is right.” What else could they do? Antonio was still convinced the Kimbles’ were in some kind of trouble. With any luck, he’d be able to find out what it was—and offer his assistance.
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Chapter 12 Drumming up Business The Farmer’s Market was crowded. Brightly striped tents, erected permanently throughout the summer months in the field next to the municipal parking lot in the center of town, looked festive and gay set against the old buildings. Most merchants did a brisk business, due in large measure to their prime location but also owing to the fast pace of family life. Even in a sleepy town like Milton Falls there were families who were much too busy to plant their own vegetable gardens, or make their own jams and jellies. They relied heavily on the Farmer’s Market to satisfy these needs. But the vendors sold much more than fresh fruits and vegetables. Honey and honey-related products, home sewn items like placemats and table runners and an assortment of other useful products sold well. Anna especially liked Wacky Wax, a booth which featured all types of beeswax candles. The candles burned for hours and were guaranteed not to drip. Today she was searching not only for candles to spruce up the dining room table, but also for some related items for Debra. She wanted to encourage the budding candle maker. 81
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“Good morning, Anna.” Esther, the proprietress of Wacky Wax, was a buxom woman with a red face who was nearly always out of breath—even when she stood still. Anna masked her concern as she listened to Esther’s labored breathing across the wide display table. “Good morning. Isn’t it another beautiful one? I think it’ll be warm before too long. The sun is already high in the sky, isn’t it?” Anna spoke quickly, knowing the lull at the popular booth would be temporary. She wasn’t usually prone to flurried words but she had business to transact. Pleasantries had to be dispensed with quickly—or quickly enough that she could buy what she needed first. Then, if there were still no other customers, she could take the time to chat with Esther. Esther gazed skyward, looking dismayed. “I think you’re right. It’s going to be another hot one for sure. The doctor tells me if I lose some of this weight I won’t suffer so much in the heat. Great advice but I just can’t seem to do it. I’ve tried. I guess I enjoy eating too much.” She wheezed out the last words, then paused to catch her breath. “The library is sponsoring a fitness night beginning next week. Once a week, on Thursdays. You’re welcome to join us. Last year we had a lot of fun, so much in fact we hardly know we were exercising. Why don’t you think about it?” “Maybe I could try it…” The rotund woman looked doubtful. Anna was fast to jump in. “Great! We’ll be expecting you next Thursday night at seven. Not tomorrow, but next Thursday. Wear comfortable clothes and sneakers. Be ready to have some fun. Now, I have to get to work. But I’d like some of those tall tapers, like the ones I bought last time. Four, I think. Oh, and I’d like to pick up something for an aspiring young candle maker. Any suggestions?” 82
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“I’ve got some new molds. Will that do?” Esther wrapped four tapers in white tissue paper before she reached beneath the table and pulled out a box. “They just came yesterday. They might be what you’re looking for.” What Esther produced from the box, molds of varying shapes and sizes, was much better than Anna had hoped for. She chose two she was certain her young friend would be pleased with; a large round one that could accommodate three wicks and a tall star-shaped mold. She quickly paid for her purchases. “Thanks so much. Just what I hoped to find. I’ll see you next week. Remember, Thursday night.” Anna waved as she walked away. As she left the crowded marketplace, she observed a number of signs which said ‘No Zucchini Here’ or ‘All out. Don’t ask.’ She smiled to herself. No zucchini—a good sign for the festival. The annual Milton Falls Zucchini Festival was the high point of the year, no matter how much anyone grumbled or groused over the commotion it caused or the competition it inspired. It was, hands down, the highlight of the social calendar. Everyone was probably making at least one zucchini bread or cake to enter in the judging. Most children were carving a zucchini boat or two. I’ll be trying the new recipe from Kate, with my own zucchinis, thank you very much. Why doesn’t everyone just grow their own zucchini? It would alleviate the entire lastminute scuffle. Anna had an unusually quiet morning at her desk. With very few patrons she had the chance to take care of many of the mundane tasks required by a head librarian. In addition to 83
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her book-related duties, she was the person responsible for ordering paper supplies for the restrooms, tracking the receipts for office supplies and sending letters of thanks to fund drive donors. She accomplished all of these items easily in the almost empty building. In what felt like no time at all, Anna was back in the Jeep. Despite the Stones’ rowdy lyrics blasting from the speakers, the strange silence of the morning left her feeling unsettled. She drove in the direction of Karen’s house, hoping to visit with Tony for a minute or two. But as she turned onto the tree-lined street, it was immediately clear that his white truck wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Disappointed, she circled the block and headed for home. Anna’s sagging spirits lifted when she reached the farmhouse. Just the sight of the place brought her out of her silence-induced slump. She loved the house and surrounding land so much that simply standing in the driveway renewed her enthusiasm. The day, once again, had prospects. Even better, Merlot waited for her in the foyer. The cat sat in a beam of sunlight, her head tipped expectantly to one side. The moment Anna stepped inside, Merlot began to purr. “Konnichiwa, darling cat.” Anna hefted the feline, draping her over a shoulder and carrying her into the warm sunroom. She sat in their favorite chair. “Now what? Any ideas for the rest of the afternoon? It looks like it’s just the two of us again, my friend.” As Anna stroked Merlot’s silky fur she wished she could turn back the clock, to the time just prior to Marge’s murder. It would have been great to have had an idea that murder was going to call at the Pilchards. Then she might have been able to stop it before it happened. 84
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Having an unsolved crime in Milton Falls didn’t sit well with her. It was, she knew, the reason for the library being empty. The murder cast a pall over the entire community. She’d realized that at the Farmer’s Market. There had been bunches of people throughout the Market space, each postulating on who would commit such a crime—and why. No, murder wasn’t a good thing to have lurking about. Not good at all. Anna made a decision. She would solve Marge Pilchard’s murder. That was the only way they’d all be able to get back to living ordinary lives, without fear, suspicion or unease. Without having loaded weapons ready and waiting for the killer to show up a second time. Her LadySmith was still loaded, hidden in a drawer in the kitchen. She couldn’t be the only one who had taken it upon herself to take a defensive stance. There were probably all manner of weapons in strategic locations in houses around town. Tracking the killer was the only logical solution. How hard could it be? After all, she watched as much television as the next person. All those sleuth shows, viewed week after week, had to rub off. She’d seen the whole Miss Marple series. And she’d cut her teeth on Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden and the Hardy Boys. There wasn’t a new thriller, cozy or suspense novel that hit the library’s shelves which Anna didn’t read. Yes, solving the crime herself was the ticket. But where to begin?
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Chapter 13 Open Sesame He leaned down and pulled at the weathered screen on the basement window. The screen came off in his hand, and he gave a satisfied grunt. This would be an easy point of entry. He attempted to push in the pane of glass but it was solidly closed. Most likely painted shut, it didn’t budge at all. Refusing to be deterred, he proceeded around the perimeter of the farmhouse. He rattled the windows and pulled on all the doorknobs, attempting to gain entry at every one. Perseverance was rewarded when he discovered he could get into the rear hallway by pushing the outer door inward. It wasn’t even locked! And the inner door had only a flimsy, cheap lockset holding it closed. He’d begun to jimmy the lock when he was discovered. “Nonno! What do you think you’re doing?” Antonio looked up toward the small transom window above the door and saw Anna’s startled face staring down at him. “Dio mio, Anna. You frightened me, yelling down at me like that.” He placed a hand on his chest, feeling the hard hammering of his old heart. 86
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“I scared you? You’re the one who scared me! What do you mean by breaking into the house like a common criminal?” “I had no idea you were home. Mi dispiace. I am so sorry. I did not mean to scare you.” He thought quickly. What explanation could he give for his actions? The scraping sound of a chair being moved on the other side of the door gave him time to think, but not much. All too quickly the door unlocked and he stood facing his intended victim. “Why are you breaking into our house? Is the front door broken? Just what exactly did you think you were doing?” Antonio saw Anna was trembling. Her hands shook and he felt miserable about being the cause of her distress. He had not meant to be discovered. Shouldn’t she still be safely tucked away at the library? Clearly, he had lost track of the time. Now he would have to explain himself. When he stepped forward, she moved back. With a heavy heart, he turned and relocked the door, then led her into the kitchen. “Anna, sit. Please. I will make you some nice espresso. It will make you feel better, and we will talk, sì?” He looked at the shiny espresso machine on the counter and shook his head. Beast should come with a warning sign or some flashing lights. At the very least it should have a disclaimer above it, cautioning against its use. He reached into the cabinet above the stove, brought down the old percolating espresso pot, filled it with water and measured out four teaspoons of Miscela d’Oro, the Italian blend a cousin sent them from Palermo. He added an extra spoonful for the pot, as he always did, screwed the pieces together and set it on the top 87
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of the stove to boil. Satisfied with his preparations, he turned and said, “Well I am molto bene, very good, in the cucina. I tell you all the time I am a great chef but you do not believe me.” Smiling wide, he prayed he might deter the line of questioning he knew was coming. Or at least, deflect it. No chance. The smile on his face and the lightness in his voice were not appreciated by his grandson’s wife. He could see she had gone from being frightened to being angry. “Enough with the coffee, Nonno. Why were you forcing your way into our home? And what did you plan to do once you got inside?” Antonio couldn’t think fast enough to conceal the truth from her. He could see an imaginary little storm cloud above her pretty head and knew he was in trouble. The truth came out in a bilingual rush. “Come se dice…oh, how do you say? I-I-I was being a killer.” “A killer?” “Sì, a killer. I tried to get in because I wanted to see if a killer could get in to mi famiglia. Sì. Yes. Mi dispiace, I am sorry, but I was breaking into your house to see if I could get in to kill you while you were sleeping.” The confession left him feeling sheepish but relieved. At least now she would know he wasn’t up to any mischief. Not really. What harm had there been in what he was doing? He had only been thinking like a murderer. Who could find fault with that? **** Anna had to fight to contain the laughter threatening to spill over. Tony’s grandfather had scared her to protect her! 88
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Chuckling silently, she shook her head. And to think she’d believed the day couldn’t get any weirder! The expression on Nonno’s face was one she recognized well, one his grandson was adept at using. It was the forgiveme-I’m-crazy-about-you expression, and it worked for Tony every time he wore it. Now it melted her heart. She couldn’t fuss with the old gentleman when he was obviously only turning criminal to protect her. Great. Now I’ve got an assassin in orthopedic shoes in my kitchen. What next? With a sigh Anna got to her feet and reached out, putting her arms around the man who loved her enough to try to kill her. “Sit, Nonno. I’ll get the coffee.” Tiny porcelain cups, a gift from Grandmother Constance, looked lovely on the serving tray she kept on the countertop. As the coffee bubbled noisily, the aroma of the rich, deep brew filling the air around them, Anna gathered napkins and spoons. She put them on the tray and then carried it all to the table. She dared not look directly into Antonio’s eyes, afraid she would giggle and insult his valor. Instead, she set the table as if for a tea party, even going as far as to push a vase of pink carnations closer to their placemats. Then she grabbed the plate holding the last of yesterday’s brownies and placed it on the table. It wasn’t until after Anna sat, poured espresso for them both and had served Nonno the biggest brownie that she spoke. “So, what did you discover by trying to break into our house? Are we sitting ducks or will we be safe here?” Antonio took his time before speaking. “Yours is not an easy house to get into, but I did get in, remember? Every door was locked except the back one on the far side. And that one? 89
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Well, I got right inside! I was hidden from the outside because you have a big bush next to the door. I pushed past it with no problema. Everywhere else? Seems secure, not to worry.” She didn’t tell him she had just gone through the house and locked all its doors and windows minutes before she’d heard his breaking and entering attempt. The thought of a murderer on the loose had given her the jitters. She had gone so far as to check under the beds and inside the closets. But there didn’t seem to be a need to let on she had recently secured the house. Kinder to let him think the place was constantly buttoned up. “That’s good news, then. We can all rest easy now that you’ve secured our defenses for us. Grazie, Nonno.” The enigmatic smile he gave her as he sipped his coffee and munched a second brownie gave him away. Anna could see the elderly man was already formulating another plan to keep his family safe. She had no delusions about what was running though his mind, but was grateful for the company, even if he was preoccupied. They both looked up at the sound of the truck in the driveway. Footsteps, then the rasp of the key in the back door lock, brought a quickening to Anna’s pulse. Why is Tony home from work so early? It was his habit to work longer, rather than shorter, hours. She hadn’t expected to see him for at least another two hours. “Darling, are you all right? Why are you here so early?” “I’m fine, and Nick’s fine too. We just decided to quit early, that’s all. Can’t a guy take some time off without having to explain himself?” Tony leaned down and brushed his lips across Anna’s. Then he gave his grandfather a fast kiss on the cheek. “Nonno, good to see you here. I’m glad to find you 90
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with my wife. Isn’t she beautiful?” He smiled. The two men nodded appreciatively in her direction. “Ah, you’re just looking for a cup of coffee. Don’t think I don’t know your tactics by now, sweet talker.” Anna rose and got a cup for her husband, as well as the coffeepot from where it sat warming on the stove. She poured him some, then refilled Antonio’s empty cup. “And you, Nonno. You just want a refill. So, now you’re home early. What are your plans for the afternoon?” Anna had an idea of what was on Tony’s agenda but wanted to hear his answer. “I thought I’d catch up on some outside stuff. I’ve got porch spindles to measure, windows that need caulking before the winter comes—” “It’s July.” “But I have some free time now so I may as well get it done.” He looked casual when he reached for a brownie. “Your grandfather already did a first-class home security check.” Anna grinned at her husband’s startled expression. How could he think she wouldn’t figure him out? He was as easy to read as a book—a book from the children’s section, at that. Swallowing his hot coffee so quickly he gasped, Tony looked in his grandfather’s direction. “Sì, I did.” Antonio acknowledged his grandson’s raised eyebrow with a nod of his head. They filled Tony in on the afternoon’s activities. When they were done, he sat back and laughed, shaking his head as he stared at his grandfather. “So, you tried to break in and kill my wife, did you? Another man would be upset by that, I think, but I’m honored you would do such a thing.” He patted the older man’s shoulder. “So, the back door is our weak point, then?” 91
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“Sì, it is. Especially with that big, hairy bush.” “All right. I’ve got a deadbolt in the workshop I can install on the outer door. I’ll get that done and maybe put an automatic motion-sensor light up near the garage. It’ll light up the whole driveway if anything crosses its path.” “And I’ll get my clippers. I’ll take some of the big branches off the shrubs near the door. They conceal too much. I think they could hide someone just waiting to jump out at you when you walk by. Not to worry, Anna. Tony and I will take care of everything.” The old man nodded sagely as he drained his cup and placed it on the table with a tiny clunk. Anna smiled, nodding. She knew that before the day was out she’d be living in someplace resembling Fort Knox. A flurry of kisses, chair legs scraping and the slamming of the door, and then Anna was alone in the kitchen. Within minutes the whine of the drill reached her as Tony set to work on the new door lock. She could also see large branches walking across the yard seemingly on their own. Squinting, she could barely make out a pair of dusty orthopedic shoes beneath the moving shrubbery. Nonno, cutting the shrubs. Anna turned away from the window with a deep sigh. She felt drained. The whirlpool tub called to her, beckoning her to take a relaxing soak. The wall tile wasn’t completely installed but the tub was hooked up and ready to be used. Yes, that’s what she would do now. She would treat herself to a long, hot bath. Maybe then she could puzzle out the details of the murder, in the relative quiet of the swirling tub water. She’d had enough excitement for one afternoon. Being the target of a geriatric criminal was enough to wear anyone out. Yes, the tub was just what she needed.
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Chapter 14 No News The evening report on KNEW did nothing to reduce their apprehension. The over-prompted newscaster stated Mrs. Margery Pilchard was dead and her husband, Samuel, was at Good Samaritan Hospital recovering from injuries sustained in an attack. Milton Falls was a suburb of the larger Milton township proper, and the crime rate in the area was usually low. Nonetheless, Samuel Pilchard had been injured but was expected to make a full recovery. Further statements would be issued by Sheriff Graham Maxwell after the police department finished conducting a thorough investigation. That was all. It was hardly enough to satisfy their curiosity. Tony pressed the remote control with an exasperated snort. The screen went black. “Damn, that was pretty useless. Small-town news at its best.” He didn’t even try to keep the frustration or anger out of his voice. He hated feeling helpless. How could he protect his family when he couldn’t identify the threat? Anna and Nonno were his life, and he’d be damned if some random lunatic was going to hurt either of them. “Maybe they just don’t have anything to report. They 93
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may not be releasing any details about the murder. It might be a matter of police procedure; we don’t know. It’s not as if there are tons of murders here and we’re all so experienced with this type of situation.” Anna’s forced justification would have made it easy for him to dismiss the topic if they’d been discussing something else. But murder? Not a dismissible topic. “You’re right. On all counts. But I don’t like any of this. Least of all, the lack of news. Let’s face it; the Pilchards were such low-key, dull people. Why would anyone try to kill them? It’s not like they were real community figures or anything. Most people went out of their way to steer clear of them.” Tony couldn’t think of one person who had ever enjoyed meeting up with either Marge or Sam on the street or in the grocery store. Not one. “That may be the key right there,” Anna offered. “A lot of people just didn’t take to Marge and Sam. And although I feel terrible saying it, speaking ill of the dead and all, they were both less than likeable. I’ll bet we couldn’t come up with one person who was friendly with them if we sat here and thought all night.” Tony looked across the space to where his grandfather sat. Antonio shrugged, nodding his agreement. Everyone knew there were many who had had harsh words with the Pilchards. Usually over petty stuff, things most people would never quibble about. But with Marge and Sam, everything had been an issue. Their neighbors on either side were careful not to let their children walk across Sam’s lawn because he was known to shout at young offenders. Sam was tolerated by the owner of the office supply store because Sam treated all monies taken in at the business as if they were 94
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his own. He was exacting with transactions to the point of nastiness. Office Supply Outfitters never held a scratch and dent sale, discontinued model special, or—Heaven forbid!—a clearance sale. Sam sold every item in the store at full price at all times. Marge wasn’t liked by anyone. Not even her employer. She’d been known to drive off customers at Jed’s with her abrasive tone, sending them to the next hauling company two towns away. With her penchant for creating false rumors, she was feared by all who knew her. There was never any doubt she waited for any tidbit, any small snippet of personal information, to embellish upon and distort to suit her own twisted needs. Speaking with Marge had been like walking blindfolded through a minefield. Eventually an explosion would occur. It was just a matter of when it would happen and where the flying debris would land. It might be simpler to discover why no one had killed her before now instead of trying to uncover the reason someone finally had murdered the woman. “I heard someone say Signora Pilchard was taking a cruise next month. Without her husband. With a guest.” Antonio suggestively waggled his bushy white eyebrows. “How do you know? I didn’t hear anything about a cruise.” Anna’s brow creased. Had his grandfather not been with them, Tony might have dropped the topic at hand and kissed Anna’s brow clear. She was sexier than hell when she had that perplexed look on her face. Instead he turned to Nonno and asked, “Where did you hear that?” “In the luncheonette. Today. Believe me, I hear all kinds of things when I eat my lunch. You wouldn’t believe what 95
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people talk about. And in public, too!” Tony glanced at his wife. They smiled at the scandalized expression on Nonno’s face. It was common knowledge that the luncheonette, aside from being one of the best places in town to grab a meal, was the premier spot to gather gossip. “I know who your source is.” Anna’s smile was smug. “Who’s his source? And how do you know?” Tony couldn’t imagine the reason for her amusement. Anna practically wiggled in her seat. Why do I feel so out of the loop? “Madeline, that’s who. Madeline works at the travel agency, so she’s the one who told him about Marge’s cruise. I’m sure of it. I saw Madeline sitting near the front window of Sally’s this morning when I passed on my way to the Farmer’s Market. Gosh, can it have been only this morning I went shopping? It seems like so much has happened in one day. Enough for two, maybe three, days at least.” Anna seemed momentarily overwhelmed by the day’s activities. Her hand shook as she passed it over her hair and for an instant Tony was worried. When she swallowed, then turned to his grandfather and grinned, he felt a surge of relief. Her teasing made him feel still better. “I’m right. Aren’t I, Nonno?” “Sì, you are right, carina. But Madelena told me of the plans while we were eating lunch yesterday, not today. This morning we didn’t talk about the travel agency.” They observed Antonio’s self-satisfied air as they waited for him to continue. “Madelena said the cruise Signora Pilchard bought was very expensive, molto caro. When she signed up to take the trip she made it clear her husband wouldn’t be going with her. Mamma mia, this world we live in. No husbands.” He paused to cross himself. “She was going away with someone, 96
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but not Signor Pilchard. Cannot be a sign of a good marriage, eh? I think they must be having una problema, for an infidelity such as this. What do you think, Tony?” Tony thought his grandfather was trying to point the attention away from himself and Madeline Klein, that’s what he thought. For now he would play along with the old man’s tactics. “I don’t know what to think. I find it hard to believe Marge had someone willing to go on a cruise with her. Even if she did pay for it.” “That’s mean. The woman’s dead, we shouldn’t sit here saying nasty things about her. It seems like all anyone’s done since Marge was murdered—bad mouth her. Myself included.” Anna’s reproachful glare made him feel small for having said what he’d said. “It’s mean, I know. But you have to admit I’m only telling the truth, as ugly as it sounds. Nonno, are you certain you understood Madeline about the cruise? Marge had really booked it?” “I understood Madelena without any confusion. She told me the trip was all paid for. ‘Paid in full,’ she said. I remember; it was a big commission for her. I hope she doesn’t lose it now that the trip won’t be used. Maybe Signor will take the cruise when he is recovered, no?” Tony didn’t think it was likely Madeline would lose her commission. She had done her part by selling the cruise package. Whether or not the trip was ever taken shouldn’t have a bearing on her being paid. Besides, there was still the mystery of the unknown cruise guest to mull over. It was far more interesting than Madeline’s fee. “Does Marge, um, did Marge have a sister or mother she 97
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might take along?” Anna asked. “No, it wasn’t like that. She told Madelena it was going to be a romantic trip for two and she knew it would—how did she say it?—change her life. Poor Madelena, she was shocked.” “I’ll bet she was.” Tony scratched his head. “I’m shocked right now, and I didn’t even sell the tickets.” It was almost impossible to imagine Marge Pilchard having a romantic liaison. With anyone.
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Chapter 15 Candles and Mirrors Tony was taking forever to leave for work. He seemed disorganized, leaving a calculator upstairs, insisting he make an early phone call to the supply house to inquire about a ceiling fan motor and just generally putting unusual chaos into the start of their day. He’d awakened before sunrise, and his roaming hands and hot lips kept Anna in bed so long she missed her early morning walk in the vineyard. When she commented on her lost walk, he assured her she had gotten enough exercise and the grapes would be fine without her attention. She had to admit his morning work out was a very pleasant change of pace. “Nonno, buon giorno. I was just leaving, but have a cup of coffee with my wife,” Tony said as he nodded to his grandfather. The older man came into the kitchen as Tony dashed past him, finally moving at the speed of light. “I thought he’d never leave today. It’s a good thing there’s nothing left for him to forget,” Anna muttered. She handed Antonio his coffee. “I think everything he wanted was either upstairs or in the closet or some other hidden spot. Tony’s not usually scatterbrained but this morning he was 99
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really something else.” “Oh, he is a busy man. You know he has a lot on his mind with the business, the vineyard and everything else. But how are you this buon mattina? Did you sleep well?” “I did, thanks. I didn’t think I would sleep at all but I guess I was worn out by the news. I still can’t believe it’s true. They ran the story on the morning broadcast so it must be real, but still…” She refilled her cup from the coffeepot and took a swallow. The caffeine jolt was just what she needed. “What did they say? Is there any new information from the police?” “No, nothing new. They said pretty much what they said last night. Only they added Marge would have an autopsy. I wonder what that means. Why would she need to be examined?” Anna didn’t think an autopsy was a good sign. Don’t they perform them when they expect to find something unusual? “Non lo so…I don’t know. I thought the police could tell what happened to somebody when they found them. It should be easy to see if it was a shooting, strangling, beating, a matter of being thrown down the stairs—” A gasp escaped her lips and Antonio looked up from his coffee cup. Quickly, his tone changed. He lifted his shoulders, a sheepish expression on his face. “She maybe died from natural causes, and that is why they need to make the examination, no?” Recognizing an attempt at backpedaling when she saw one, Anna shook her head. “I don’t think so. I don’t think the sheriff would call it a murder yesterday if there had been a chance she had died from natural causes. Sorry.” “It was just an idea, nothing more. We will leave the crime-solving to the professionals, no? We will pretend noth100
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ing bad has happened and just go about our business. How does that sound?” “Good idea. We’ll put it right out of our heads. Now I’ve got to get to work. What have you got planned for today?” Anna shut off the coffeepot, checked Merlot’s water bowl and picked up her book bag. She leaned down and kissed the sleeping tabby on the head, whispering an endearment only the two of them shared. After placing the empty cups in the sink, Antonio took the key and locked the door behind them. Together they walked across the lawn to Anna’s Jeep. “Oh, this and that, like you always say. I have some small errands, so I will drive. Then I will go for coffee at Sally’s—it will keep me busy for most of the day. Have a good day, carina. A più tardi. I will see you later.” “Have fun,” Anna said, before kissing him on the cheek. “Say hi to Madeline for me and don’t eat anything that’s bad for you at Sally’s, okay? I worry about you, Nonno. Tony does too.” “No need to worry. I take good care of myself. Good care. Bye-bye now.” “See you later.” **** After a quick stop at St. Anne’s to light a candle for Marge’s soul, Anna headed for the library. Thoughts of heaven and murder, candles for those no one liked and the wish for a speedy solution to the crime kept her mind occupied as she drove. She didn’t check the rearview mirror until she turned into the library parking lot. Then she noticed a black SUV similar Antonio’s right behind her. It sped up, passing her before she could see who was driving, when she 101
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slowed to turn. It can’t be Nonno, can it? I saw him pass St. Anne’s ten minutes ago. He’s sitting in Sally’s by now, I’m sure of it. He should be, anyway. Anna forgot about the vehicle when she pulled into her usual spot behind the library. Martha, her assistant, was just getting out of her small import. “Morning, Martha. How’s it going?” “Fine I suppose. I can’t believe we have a murderer in our midst. Isn’t there a book by that name?” She slammed the compact’s door with such force the entire car shifted. Deep circles ringed Martha’s eyes and she looked rumpled, like she hadn’t slept at all. “No, I’m pretty sure the title is Murder Among Us. I know it’s hard to believe, but I guess we’ve got to believe it, don’t we? I’ll feel better when someone is caught and locked up.” Anna shuddered. The sun was high, yet she was chilled. She wished she’d thought to throw a sweater into the Jeep. Martha stared at Office Supply Outfitters. A sign on the door indicated it was closed to business. “It’s strange not to see Sam’s Mercedes parked over by the store. It seems weird somehow.” “Until this week I didn’t know the Mercedes belongs to him. I didn’t know they could afford a car like that.” “It’s definitely his. When I saw him at the filling station the other day, he acted like it was the only one ever made. I don’t know about their finances but there’s no doubt Sam Pilchard is the new owner of the luxury car. No doubt. I wonder where it went?” “Maybe someone from the sheriff’s office drove it home? Or to the hospital for when Sam is released?” 102
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“Maybe,” Martha said. “All I know is I’d like a chance to drive in a car like that. Just once in my life, I’d like to do it.” She scowled at her dented import. “To work?” “Let’s go,” Anna agreed. She started toward the library’s back entrance, wondering as she went just how many other Milton Falls’ residents envied Sam’s choice of cars. Anna had a busy morning which left no time for her to speculate on Sam, the murder or anyone’s choice of vehicle. The library was humming. The noise was twice its usual level. Snippets of conversation caught in passing told Anna people were tossing about murder theories like they were all detectives. At times debates grew heated as proposals were brought up, and then shot down. No one had come for the books and very few were checked out. It seemed there was an overwhelming need for people to congregate. The library was a natural choice for many as the town’s safe haven. Anna wondered if King Kullen was doing a landslide business this morning. Speculation over the murder and what was being commonly termed the attempted murder occupied everyone’s thoughts. Theories were many and varied. The majority subscribed to the single killer school of thought, certain Sam was only alive because the killer was an amateur and needed practice. Another faction was convinced there was at least one accomplice, and eventually a double-cross would separate the partners in crime. A small group felt Sam had murdered his wife. She must have done something dreadful, causing him to have a temporary bout of insanity. Things like that happened all the time, didn’t they? Then Sam had been overcome with remorse and tried to take his own life, his intention clearly to join Marge in 103
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the hereafter. As the morning wore on theories grew more outlandish. The only thing Anna knew for certain was the whole mess gave her a huge headache. She couldn’t wait to get out of the building and away from the madness. The sheriff’s department had not issued any new word so no one knew any more than they did last night. But when Emily Hodges, a nurse, stopped at Anna’s desk to pick up a book she’d reserved, Anna saw her chance to garner a fresh morsel of news. Anna knew she probably shouldn’t ask but she couldn’t stop herself. “How’s Sam doing?” Emily looked exhausted. She gave Anna a long, quiet appraisal before she answered. “It seems like he’s out of the woods. The doctor thinks he should make a full recovery. Nice of you to ask about his health instead of his death. The ghouls have been asking terrible questions all morning. I tell you, I’m ready to blow. People watch too many horror films, believe what they see on the screen and ask ridiculous questions. One more, that’s all it’s gonna take before I tell someone where to stick their murder theory. Anyhow, I’ve had enough for today. I’ll just take this home to Mikey. Thanks, Anna. And sorry for venting. It’s got nothing to do with you.” “No problem. You look like you’ve had a long day. Tell Mikey I said to enjoy that book, okay?” Anna watched Emily, her blue hospital scrubs wrinkled and her shoulders sagging as she walked to the big front door. She got her share of looks, but no one was brave enough to approach her. Lucky for them. At noon Anna gathered her belongings and headed for the 104
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exit. She smiled as she left the building but didn’t stop to speak with anyone on her way out. Walking more quickly than was usual, she didn’t care what anyone thought of her silent departure. She just wanted to get out and get away. Inside the Jeep Anna put her head down on the steering wheel and took a few shuddering breaths. Not usually prone to tears, she felt ominously close to them now. She felt overloaded from the morning’s barrage of murder related gossip. She’d listened to endless theories but hadn’t made any progress in her race to catch the killer. That was reason enough to break down. A gentle tap on the driver’s side window startled Anna. When she lifted her head and looked, she found Nonno’s face just inches from the window glass. His gaze was concerned and Anna’s heart lurched. Tony! Dear God, it can’t be Tony, can it? “Nonno, what are you doing here? Is everything all right?” “Of course everything is fine, carina. I am here to invite you to lunch with me at Sally’s. The food is molto bene, you know. You look like you need a good meal. What do you say? Please don’t disappoint an old man.” His wheedling tone was irresistible, and she laughed, nodding her agreement. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food. Antonio was right, she was hungry. And she could use the pleasant conversation. Suddenly the day looked much brighter than it had only moments before.
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Chapter 16 Under Guard Sally’s was crowded but they found a corner table. The décor was casual, with bistro tables, cane chairs and paper tablecloths. Patrons didn’t come to see starched table linens, but to sample the to-die-for menu, both simple yet delicious. They came, too, to visit with Jim and Ken, the owners of Sally’s Luncheonette. Antonio waved away the menu Anna offered him. “No, grazie. I don’t need that. I saw Ken writing the specials this morning while I was eating breakfast, so I know what I’ll order. The chicken fried steak—see it up there?” He pointed to the blackboard where the day’s specials were written in colored chalk. “I don’t know if it is a chicken or a cow but I’ll try it. My Giovanna used to say an adventure every day is good for the soul. This will be my adventure for today. Carina, have you ever eaten a chicken fried steak?” “I don’t eat meat, remember? I’m a vegetarian. No food with a face, right? Remember?” “Sì. Sì, that’s right. No face food. How could I forget? I’m a silly man, to forget such an important thing.” He watched her scan the menu, her pretty face lighting 106
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up as she considered her decisions. Her beauty touched him, bringing with it a pang of sadness. Giovanna would have loved her. Looking up with a smile, Anna said, “I’m famished. I’m going to start with the potato soup. Then I’ll go for the vegetables in the whole wheat pita. I can’t resist; the pita is just too good to pass up. But the steak…are you sure about it? What about your cholesterol? Your heart? I don’t think it’s the healthiest choice on the menu, is it?” Healthy or not, he wasn’t about to budge on this. There was only one way to solve the chicken/cow question, and he was going to find the answer for himself. Today, despite his vegetable-loving grandson’s wife. “My cholesterol is no problema. I think I need a big lunch, I only had a lousy bowl of—how do you say it?—mush.” Antonio tapped his right temple with a fingertip as he searched for the correct English world. When it came to him he felt a burst of excitement. No matter how long he spoke the language, it still presented its share of issues. “Farina! I had farina for breakfast. Ask Ken, he will tell you. I am very hungry again. Mushy stuff does not keep a big man like me full for long.” Ken, dressed today in a shocking pink button-down cotton oxford and crisp khaki trousers, stood beside the table. His order pad was poised and he nodded when Anna’s gaze searched his. “The man is telling the truth, Anna. I cooked his farina myself. I served it to him, too. Along with coffee and tomato juice. A healthy start to any day, for sure.” Ken looked pleased to be able to back up one of his best customers. Antonio smiled when Ken nodded to him; the man obviously knew 107
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which side his bread was buttered on. “See? I told you. I ate a healthy breakfast. And now I’ll eat a healthy lunch, enough to fill a man’s belly. The chicken steak, Ken. That is what I’ll have today.” Ordering lunch with Madelena was never this tough. Anna placed her order. When Ken left she asked, “So how did you spend your morning? Do anything interesting?” Since he wasn’t about to tell her he had spent the earliest part of the day trailing her to church, then to work, and the time when she was in the library on a shopping spree she would undoubtedly find disturbing, Antonio scrambled to find an answer that would satisfy her. Clearing his throat bought him a few moments to think. Then their drinks came and that afforded him an extra minute. But when Ken walked away, Anna was looking expectantly in his direction. “Oh, I did things. I went to the hardware store but I didn’t find much. I want to get a new mat for my front door but they didn’t have any. So I went to the basketball store but they don’t sell them there, either.” Mentally he patted himself on the back. Without directly lying he had skirted the truth. Several boxes of ammunition from the sporting goods store might be considered inconsequential by some. And the doormat search was a stroke of genius, or at least Antonio thought it was. Now that was something that was sure to throw Anna off the true trail. “Mats, like the one you’ve got you’re so fond of, come from places like Kohl’s or Macy’s. From the housewares department. They don’t come from sporting goods stores. I can pick one up for you the next time I go shopping. Do you want any particular kind?” “No, just something to clean my feet. Giovanna never let 108
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me into the house with my shoes on. I had to remove them at the door. Now I compromise and wipe them on the mat. I think that’s enough, don’t you? I’m too old to be putting my shoes on and off all day long. My arthritis doesn’t like all the bending, and my fingers aren’t as nimble as they were. Old age can be hell, carina.” “You’re not old, Nonno. I keep telling you that. Not old, not by a long shot.” Anna reached across the table and patted his hand with hers. He noticed she touched him gingerly, as if afraid he would break. Sighing, he recognized the gesture for what it was, a sign of respect, love and regard for his arthritis. Sometimes he felt robbed of his youth. Where had the years gone? Fortunately their meals arrived, saving him from further contemplation. The food was served with a flourish, orange and red blossoms adorning each plate. “Be sure to eat the nasturtiums too. I picked them myself from the garden this morning.” Ken’s pleasure was apparent but Antonio had no intention of eating the tropical looking flowers. Not even for Ken. Disappointment washed over him when he realized his mysterious menu selection was nothing more than a fried steak. He’d expected something exotic, and here he had an ordinary steak! But the meat’s crunchy coating, with its blend of spices, made up for the letdown many times over. Antonio relished each bite that passed his lips. Over dessert he and Anna discussed grapes, a passion they shared and a topic that was much more pleasant than the one gripping the rest of town. It felt good to talk about something other than Marge. “I checked the north end of the vineyard yesterday. No 109
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signs of disease. The vines all look good, big and healthy. The grapes are hanging in tight clusters. Ripening well. No need to worry.” Antonio made the sign of the cross over himself as he commented on the status of the vineyard. He was thankful the vines were thriving, glad they were being blessed with a healthy crop. “Great. I’m glad to hear it. I’ll check on the Concords when I get home. I haven’t looked toward the southern side for at least a week…maybe ten days. I shouldn’t ignore it for too long.” In a vineyard, the threat of pests or disease is constant. “I’ll go with you.” He kept his tone casual. If Anna was going to be on the south side of the property, he was going to be, too, whether or not she knew it. There was no way he was letting her out of his sight with a killer unaccounted for. Raising the last of his cheesecake to his lips, he said, “We will check the vines together. How does that sound?” “Molto bene, grazie, Nonno.” Apparently Anna had no desire for solitude, which was good. It would make his position as her bodyguard much simpler than he’d even dared hope.
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Chapter 17 Opportunity Knocks Much later, after they had spent hours in the vineyard inspecting the vines, then taken a fast trip to the local drive-thru ice cream parlor, Antonio settled himself on the back porch. He was weary, but alert. Merlot stretched out on the floor beside his chair. Leaning over to stroke the soft fur between the cat’s ears, he kept his gaze riveted on Anna’s back as she crossed the yard to the garden. She had only been out of his sight once since she’d finished at the library and it couldn’t be helped. It just wouldn’t do for him to insist on accompanying her inside the bathroom. But he had surreptitiously inspected the entire house for intruders while she had been changing her clothes, so he’d known the bathroom was a killer-free zone. Although he appeared relaxed and contemplative, he concentrated on their surroundings. Sentry duty, wasn’t that what it was called? On the lookout for anyone threatening, he fisted his fingers in the cat’s fur. When Merlot protested, a loud meow voicing her disapproval, Antonio made an effort to relax his grip. Ready for action, his loaded Smith and Wesson Model 10 nestled snugly in his vest pocket; its weight was a comfort 111
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against his side. A .38 caliber revolver, the model had been used by law enforcement for years before being replaced by semi-automatic pistols. Although many agencies now favored the Glock, Antonio felt confident his trusty Model 10 would protect his family. The six rounds chambered in the Smith and Wesson were enough for his purposes. Taught to shoot at a young age, he rarely missed his intended target. There were also loaded weapons in the glove box of his vehicle, Tony’s nightstand and in the dash of Tony’s truck. They had been placed this morning while Anna was at work. He wasn’t concealing the weapons’ existence from his grandson’s wife, only the need he felt to have them close at hand. The implied threat wouldn’t be missed by Anna if she knew an arsenal was at their fingertips. He knew without asking that she’d probably already loaded her own pistol and had it somewhere handy. Anna had gotten a pistol permit when she and Tony met and although she didn’t hunt, she enjoyed target shooting. Skeet shooting, too. Accurate, slow and meticulous, she never wasted a shot. Patting the pistol with his free hand, Antonio watched Anna work in the garden. She hoed between the rows, cut off a wilted leaf here and there and then began to fill a willow basket with fresh produce. Cucumbers, peas, tomatoes and his favorite, eggplants. When she rose, hefting the basket against a hip, he hurried down from the porch to relieve her of the burden. “Here, let me take that from you. It looks—oof! It is heavy. Too heavy for you.” He carried the basket into the kitchen, expecting she would follow him inside. Instead, Anna 112
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sat in a rocker on the porch and began a conversation in Japanese with the cat. Shaking his head in amazement, Antonio pulled two bottles of diet Coke from the fridge, twisted their caps off and took them outside. “Konnichiwa. Eh, Merlot?” Handing a bottle to Anna, he grinned. “You expect her to answer? Gatta is fat but she is not big enough to speak yet, is she?” “Merlot is not fat. She’s…she’s… Hmm, what are you, Sweetie? Fluffy?” “Mee-ro-oww.” The sound accompanied a huge, toothrevealing yawn. As she stretched, Merlot sprawled across the porch, looking like a giant multihued puddle of fur. Anna closed her eyes and shook her head. When she met Antonio’s amused stare, she said, “All right. So my baby is chubby. And although I know she can’t answer me, I know she understands. Japanese. Italian. English. And Cat, of course. She understands. I’m sure of it.” “Uh huh, a multilingual cat. Me? I have a hard time speaking two languages and I am a man, but you? You have a cat who knows four languages. Only in America could this happen. Only in America.” Antonio took a long pull on his soda bottle. He’d perched on the porch railing when he’d come out, and now he casually swung one foot in the air as he contemplated his next move. It was risky, given the stress of the day, the heat and all they’d already done. It might be too much to ask, he knew. Still, it was worth the risk. “I looked into the basket of vegetables you picked. We are blessed. There is much.” “You’re right. The garden is giving a bumper crop of everything, it seems.” 113
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“Did I see melanzana in the basket? Oh, sì, I think I did. So big…so purple. More than one, wasn’t there?” His mouth watered at the thought of the two perfectly ripe eggplants in the kitchen. “You’ve got a good eye, Nonno. Would you like them for dinner? Maybe with some of those peppers, grilled with onions? A nice piece of fish for you and Tony? Some salad? How does that sound?” “Well…” He paused and pretended to consider the offer, but just for a long moment. It wouldn’t do to have Anna change her mind, not when he had the prize in sight. “If it’s not too much trouble that would be molto bene.”
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Chapter 18 Where There’s Smoke… The beige minivan pulling into the drive was instantly recognizable. Behind the wheel Diane looked like a Liz Claiborne sportswear ad. Her striped t-shirt and coordinating blue shorts matched perfectly. No one would ever guess she was the mother to such a large brood. Anna was glad to see Diane, and even more delighted to see Danielle and Deidre tumble out of the backseat. “Dani, Dee—it’s so good to see you. I’m glad you came to visit.” Anna rushed to hug the girls. They were identical and she had no idea how Don and Diane knew the difference between them. She could tell them apart by their hair ribbons, socks or t-shirts. Dani favored blue while Dee’s choices leaned toward green. Now, each girl wore elastic bands in their hair. Both blue and green looked becoming nestled in masses of red curls. Merlot beat a hasty retreat when everyone ascended to the porch. The women sat while Antonio took the girls into the kitchen in search of watermelon. They emerged a few minutes later, slices in hand, and went to sit at a picnic table in the shade. 115
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“I’ll tell you, this whole thing is wearing me out.” Diane accepted a glass of lemonade. “Thanks. I don’t remember the last time I felt so unsafe, or so uncertain about the future. Probably when I was pregnant with Don, Junior.” “It’s very stressful. On everyone, I think. The library was a mess this morning. Everyone’s talking about it. The theories are outrageous. I think some people are so caught up in the sensational side of this they’ve lost sight of the fact a woman is dead. Someone killed her, and that person is walking around as if nothing has happened. I feel sick, just disgusted, by the whole thing.” “I wonder who could have done it? Don called a while ago. Checking up, I think, to see if we’re okay. But he’s spoken to the sheriff. Being a councilman and all, Don usually gets the inside scoop. This time, there’s no scoop. Not really.” “What’d Graham say?” “The police have a strong suspicion it was poison that killed Marge. The lab results are still out, but they’re pretty sure about it, even without the final report.” At least it didn’t look like they were dealing with a sniper or some bomb-carrying lunatic. Poison seemed a little more civilized to Anna. “Hmm. I wonder if it was an accident?” “An accident? I don’t think so. You’re always looking for the bright side, aren’t you?” “Well, it could have been an accident. Maybe they ate a rancid bologna sandwich. Stuff always looks deadly to me. Or maybe it was as simple as a case of mixed-up prescription bottles. That could’ve happened.” Anna knew in her heart it hadn’t but she had to at least throw the accident theory out. 116
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“It’s plain as the nose on Sam’s fat face. Murder. And I think he did it, too. I bet he finally got fed up with her and fed her rat bait.” Diane nodded, smirking. The words, and the accompanying naughty smile, were out of character for the usually mild-tempered woman. “It’s possible, don’t you think? C’mon, you can admit it. There’s just the two of us here.” “Well…” She felt the corners of her mouth pull up, as if controlled by a hidden string. Or an evil mind. “No one would really blame him, would they? I’m sorry Marge’s dead but I don’t think she could have been a pleasant partner. Negative about everything. You may be on to something.” Anna knew she sounded like a bitch, but she was being honest. Besides, a naughty smile between friends is harmless, isn’t it? “I really think Sam did it. The killer is in the hospital with a bedpan for a bed partner. More than he deserves, if you ask me. Don said the sheriff promised to keep the town council up to speed on it all so I’ll let you know if I find out anything else. I’m hoping the Zucchini Festival isn’t disrupted by this whole mess. The girls would be so upset if it got cancelled.” Diane would be the one upset by the festival’s disruption, more so than the girls. Anna knew she had probably put together a new recipe for the contest and wanted to wow the judges with it. Anna gave in to the temptation to tease her friend. “I thought you didn’t want to be bothered with the festival this year. All that grand talk about too many zucchinis and a new, more interesting vegetable to immortalize this year. What happened? Change your mind?” Anna reached across the gap between the chairs and poked Diane’s arm, smiling as she did. Diane smiled into her lemonade. “Oh, I don’t know. 117
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Zucchini’s not such a bad vegetable, not really. At least it’s something to do. We don’t get much excitement around here. And the food is good. I plan to make Don take me to the Fling at the Club this year. You guys are going, aren’t you?” The Zucchini Fling was the gala ending of the Zucchini Festival. Held at the Milton Falls Country Club, overlooking Lake Milton, it was something everyone looked forward to— maybe more so than the actual festival. “Definitely. I’ve already bought a new dress for it, a silky black number I know Tony will love. He hasn’t seen it yet, so don’t say anything. I’ve had it hidden it for weeks in the back of my closet. I want him to be surprised.” “Let’s hope this is solved by the festival. Then we’ll all be able to enjoy ourselves without this hanging—” They heard it at the same moment. The fire whistle. Loud and shrill, it dried Anna’s mouth. What now? Across the yard, Antonio and the twins stopped spitting watermelon seeds into the grass. Their heads cocked, their bodies frozen as if caught in the middle of a game of statue. The girls wore frightened expressions. From the street they heard squealing tires and the blare of fire trucks’ horns as they sped past. “Headed south,” Anna said thoughtfully. “That’s what it sounds like. But there’s not much out there,” agreed Diane. The girls and Antonio joined them on the porch. Dani held Antonio’s hand while Dee nestled against her mother’s side. Diane stroked Dee’s hair with one hand while with the other her fingernails drummed the arm of the chair. The staccato beat stopped as she said, “Not much, except—” “The old grist mill,” Anna finished. 118
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“Can we go see it?” Dani asked. Excitement brought a glow to her cheeks. She bounced from foot to foot in anticipation. “Please?” In a heartbeat her twin echoed her plea. The adults looked at each other and shrugged. If it really was the historic mill there was no chance of being in the way out there. The area was nothing more than rolling grassy fields bordering a stream, large enough to accommodate the entire town with room to spare. **** The fire raged. It didn’t take a genius to see the group of rundown buildings still known as Baker’s Mill, even though there hadn’t been a Baker around for a long time, was doomed. In its heyday the mill had been the only place for miles where farmers could have their grain ground. Part of a complex that boasted an enormous water wheel, there had been talk by the local historical society about restoring the mill. Now it was too late. “Do you see the flames? They’re so hot, even all the way back here,” Diane said. She shouted above the din, holding one of the twins’ hands while Antonio held the other child by his side. “I can’t imagine how it must feel to be up close to that.” Horrified, Anna watched part of the peaked roof fall inward onto the flames. As the fire consumed the old wood, it growled. The sound brought goose bumps to her arms. “Pull back. Pull back, everyone!” Tyrone Walters, the fire chief, called out. “Pull back, guys.” His men kept streams of water trained on the inferno but it was clear to everyone that the mission was futile. More than half the main structure was already gone. 119
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Antonio gave voice to the thought in everyone’s mind. “I do not know how this could have started. These barns—that mill—are out here all alone. I don’t see how this fire could just—poof!—start by itself. Someone did this.” Everyone within earshot nodded in agreement. Teenagers used the mill as a gathering spot, to smoke and drink and for romance on hot summer nights. Many in the crowd had gotten and given first kisses in the gristmill. Had the fire been a nighttime event, they may have chalked it up to a carelessly thrown cigarette butt. But most teenagers worked summer jobs during the day. The mill should have been deserted. Anna felt a hand grasp one of hers. She turned to find Shirley, tears running silently down her lined face, beside her. “I knew this would happen some day.” The choked voice tore at Anna’s heart. “I knew it—” With a sob, Shirley buried her head on Anna’s shoulder. Minutes passed as Anna held the elderly woman, patting her gently as her emotions ran their course. Over Shirley’s shoulder, she nodded as Kate and Jack walked up to their group. “I’m sorry.” Shirley pulled away, producing a tissue from her sweater pocket. She wiped her eyes as she spoke. “I didn’t realize I was so attached to this old building.” “We all feel awful,” said Kate. She put an arm around the other woman, and Anna was grateful for the help. She hated seeing Shirley upset about anything. Kate’s calm demeanor could smooth any situation. “I passed here just this morning. It was so quiet. Peaceful. And now this.” Jack threw his hands up in disgust. “What time? What time did you pass?” Anna asked. “Let’s see, it must have been around eight.” 120
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“Where were you going so early this morning? I didn’t hear you leave.” Kate stopped rubbing Shirley’s shoulder as she spoke. There was suspicion in her voice. The sound of it made Anna uncomfortable for Jack. Jack examined the ground at his feet before he replied. “You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. I went to Kelsey’s. To pick up food for the azaleas. I didn’t want to go to the old shop. You know, to be a customer instead of the owner. It just didn’t feel right. So I drove over to Kelsey’s to get what I needed.” Kelsey’s, a florist in the next town. Evidently Jack would rather drive a few extra miles than go back into the floral shop and be reminded his family no longer owned the place. It was a sad state of affairs but Anna couldn’t think of a thing to say as Kate and Jack both dropped their gazes to the ground. Their faces grew visibly paler. Antonio cleared his throat. “So the mill was quiet when you drove by?” Jack looked up. There was a sheen to his eyes but his voice was strong and steady. “The place was empty. Not a soul in sight.”
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Chapter 19 Hidey Holes Tony parked beside the house. The Jeep was gone but he felt no fear for his wife. Antonio had given his word not to let Anna out of sight so he knew that wherever Anna was, his grandfather was, too. And with him, Smith and Wesson. Probably for the best I’ve got time to myself. He slammed the truck’s door behind him. Anna was alarmed, as was everyone, about the murder. He didn’t want to scare her further but there were a few things he had to check out. The vineyard property had a number of outbuildings scattered in various parts of the rolling acreage. The buildings predated the vineyard. Most were utility buildings from when it had been a dairy farm. Tony and Anna hadn’t explored many of them, merely securing their doors with padlocks when they bought the place. They’d thought to eventually find the time to poke about in them but for now they were busy enough learning how to care for the vines. On his mountain bike Tony figured he could check out a few of the closest buildings in a couple hours’ time. He would have driven the Suzuki if he hadn’t wanted stealth. With its four-wheel power the Suzuki would have gotten him around 122
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in half the time but the ATV’s buzzing engine was loud. If there was something sneaky going on in any of their buildings he wanted to find out about it. Covertly. The first two buildings he checked showed no sign of having been disturbed. Their padlocks were full of cobwebs and the grass around them high enough to reveal that no one had trampled it recently. By the time he reached an equipment shed beside a watering pond he had nearly forgotten his mission. Riding the bike was pleasurable, something he hadn’t taken the time for in far too long. Tony realized with a start that he and Anna hadn’t done much besides work and tend the grapes since they bought the place. Perhaps it was time for a vacation, or at least a short rest? When had they last danced? Ridden their bikes? Hiked in the woods? A smoky aroma hit him long before Tony was near enough to see a blackened ring of earth beside the pond. The sight of it pushed thoughts of vacationing from his mind. Leaning his bike against the trunk of a maple tree, he felt in the waistband of his jeans for the .32 Beretta he’d concealed. He hadn’t planned on needing the gun but he was glad to feel it near. It had been warmed by his skin but its warmth did little to chase away the chill sweeping over him. **** The town council called an emergency meeting and Don had to attend. Diane and the children had come back from the mill fire with Anna and Antonio. They’d thrown together a fast meal of hot dogs, hamburgers and cold salads. It was a subdued crowd. Even the backyard barbecue didn’t lift any spirits. After dinner, when the children were busy catching fire123
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flies, the adults were finally free to talk. Don still hadn’t returned from the meeting. “Who could have done it?” Anna posed the question. “Who would have done it, burned down that lovely old building? Who?” No one could imagine a motive for such destruction. The historic site had been a source of pride for most of the town’s residents. Who could have been so disrespectful? “Who knows? Don’t let yourself get so worked up about it. You’ll make yourself sick, worrying like this.” Tony pulled her close to his side. Seated on a glider beneath the maple tree should have been cozy on such a sultry summer night but he still felt chilled. The sterling silver bracelet he’d found at the barn was in his jeans pocket, a reminder they’d had a trespasser. The thought that their interloper may have been the killer made his blood run cold. “I don’t know, Tony. I just can’t stop feeling there’s some connection between the fire and Marge’s murder,” Anna insisted. “Me, too.” Diane leaned forward, clasped her hands between her knees and stared toward where her children played. “Something links both things, I know it does. And though I can see why someone would want to kill Marge I can’t for the life of me figure out why anyone would burn the mill down. I mean, it’s not as if it bothered anyone, is it? We all loved that place.” “That’s what I’ve been thinking,” Anna said quietly. “Baker’s Mill was something we were all proud of, a place most of us had history in, even if it was only for getting a first kiss there.” “Exactly.” Diane’s word came like a shot. Her foot hit the 124
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patio with a thud, giving extra weight to the three syllables. “The only person who would do such a heinous thing is someone who doesn’t feel a connection to the place. An outsider.” Tony waved his wineglass in the air and said, “But why would an outsider give a damn about burning an old mill down? What’s to be gained by doing it?” “Maybe to divert attention from something else?” Antonio offered. He upended his glass and drank the last of the deep red liquid. Licking his lips, getting every drop of the wine into his mouth, he said, “Possibly to conceal a new crime? Something that was taking place this afternoon while the whole town was watching the mill burn?” The thought was sobering. The weight of the slim bracelet in his pocket sat heavily on Tony’s conscience. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d have to make the time to stop and have a chat with Graham. And give him what he’d found, as well. Maybe Graham would be able to figure out how it had come to be on their property. He turned his attention back to the conversation. It had resumed while he’d been pondering the identity of the bracelet’s owner. “Ty is a smart man. I bet he’ll figure this out.” Diane sounded confident. She glanced over her shoulder, checking on the girls. They’d curled up on a glider and were comparing jars of fireflies. “I would’ve liked to see the way the old wood burned. Did it burn form the bottom up or the top down?” The construction business had taught Tony a great deal about how structures went up—and how they came down. “It sort of fell inward,” Anna said. “Hey? Where were you this afternoon? Didn’t you hear the sirens?” It was the question Tony had been waiting for all evening. 125
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He didn’t like to withhold the truth, but he didn’t think it a good time to discuss his discoveries. “I was here. Doing some estimates. No, I didn’t hear the sirens.” “You must’ve been the only one not there today,” Diane said. “The whole town watched the mill burn. Jack said when he passed early this morning there was no one around, but someone must’ve been there. That building didn’t set fire to itself.”
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Chapter 20 The Scent Lingers Anna heard Tony rechecking doors and windows as she pulled a nightgown over her head. She had never known him to be this cautious. It was both reassuring and frightening. She brushed her teeth and hair, then settled herself on the loveseat near the bedroom fireplace and waited for her husband to come upstairs. Tucking her feet beneath her, she attempted to clear her mind. It was impossible to stop thinking about today’s fire, especially since she was certain it was arson. What else could it be? Also, it has to have a definite connection to the Pilchard crime. How could it not? “Hey, I thought you’d be in bed already, sleeping. Considering all you’ve been through today, you should be tired.” “I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep. I have so many thoughts running through my mind. About Marge and Sam and the fire. This whole mess just seems to be getting bigger, doesn’t it? There must be some logic in it somewhere. I only have to find it…” “Why do you have to figure this mess out? The pros are on the scene. Leave it to them, Anna. That’s their job, not yours. Besides, I’m sure it’ll all be solved soon enough. Ty127
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rone and Graham…they probably have both crimes solved already.” Stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the direction of the hamper, Tony walked across the floor with the natural grace of an athlete. He had been a soccer player in high school and college, and the muscles in his legs and stomach were still firm. Watching him walk distracted Anna from noticing his shirt as it hit the floor. She heard him in the bathroom. Tony’s bedtime routine was a short one. The toilet flushed and the water ran in the sink. He stuck his head out the door, his foamy toothbrush in hand. “You know, you’re assuming today’s fire was deliberately set. It could really have been, as Nonno suggested, some kids doing what they shouldn’t have been doing. It could’ve been a stray Marlboro landing on one of those old floorboards. It’s sad, but not the crime of the century.” “I don’t think so. It’s possible, but I don’t buy it. Kids don’t need to go into the mill to smoke. They can do that practically anywhere. We live in a town filled with discreet spots. No, I just don’t think this is the work of smoking teenagers.” “So, Sherlock, what’s your take on it?” “Don’t tease, Tony. If you’re nice I’ll consider letting you be my Doctor Watson.” “No thanks, I’ll pass. Wasn’t Watson the guy always getting shot at? Or stolen? Count me out, Sherlock. You can be the big detective and I’ll just be the bewildered husband.” Tony wiped his face on a hand towel, then walked to the bed wearing only his boxers. He was sexy, and for an instant Anna considered joining him in bed, especially when he winked at her. A small thrill shot up her spine but she couldn’t shake the 128
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memory of the fire’s scent from her mind. “Bewildered husband? Now that’s a role you should be good at.” “Now who’s teasing? Coming to bed yet, tesoro mio? I have to go to sleep. My eyes feel like they’ve got rocks tied to them.” He yawned. “No, Darling. I’m going to sit for a while. I’ll turn the lights out and watch the stars for a few minutes.” “You sure?” “Yep. I’ll be in bed in a little while. Buona notte, amore mio.” As the sound of Tony’s snoring filled the darkened room, Anna stared out at the night sky. There were hundreds of twinkling stars on display, untouched by streetlights to lessen the effect. The stars soothed her whirling mind, and her heart began to slow. Her tense muscles eased, letting her body relax enough that she drowsed. Though she searched the sky, Anna found no answers to the questions that plagued her. And although she dozed from time to time, she found no rest from the trials of the past few days. **** Anna skipped her early morning walk through the vineyard. Tony would worry if he came downstairs and couldn’t find her and it didn’t seem worth it to needlessly trouble him. She had stayed up late into the night. Now that she’d formulated a plan, she was more optimistic than she’d been in days. Funny how a plan, and the hope of ending the madness around them, brought an almost peaceful morning. “Good morning, Darling. Did you sleep well?” Anna handed Tony a cup of coffee. When he kissed her, she kissed 129
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him back with a huge smacking sound. Smiling, she said, “You look refreshed.” “I feel refreshed. I didn’t mean to sleep so late, though. I must’ve been tired. Did you stay up long?” “Not long.” A small fib, what can it hurt? “Sit down. I’ll bring a slice of cinnamon bread to go with your coffee. Tell me what you’ll be doing today. You must be nearly finished on that kitchen. Finally.” He nodded. “This is a great loaf of bread. Yeah, I’m nearly finished. We’ve only got a couple of hours’ work this morning before we’re out of there. Nick said something about trying to talk Mimi into missing her afternoon class and spending time with him instead.” Tony finished the first slice of warm bread and reached for a second. “They sure seem to be in love, don’t they?” “He’s crazy about her. I think they’ll be engaged by Christmas. Don’t tell anyone, but he was asking about rings and things a few days ago. I know he’s got it in his mind to pop the question.” “Liz Stiles will be over the moon when Mimi gets a ring. Such a romantic, she is! I swear, she inhales Regencies as fast as they come in. I wonder what the reverend thinks of his wife’s reading habits.” “Who knows? Maybe she’s inspired by the good man himself. Stranger things have been known to happen.” He helped himself to another slice of bread. They looked up at the sound of footsteps on the porch. Antonio came into view at the back door. He smiled his greeting. “I followed my nose up to your door. The whole yard smells molto bene.” 130
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“Let me get you a cup of coffee, Nonno. Sit, please.” “Don’t mean to run off but I’ve got some work to get finished. See you both later.” Tony kissed her and was out the door before she could say a word. That man can be a handful. Anna watched him climb into his truck. He’d run out on purpose, without answering her question. She still didn’t know about his plans for the day. Turning to Tony’s grandfather, Anna sighed. Oh well, there’s no help for it now. She had no idea what Tony had on his day’s agenda, but he had no clue about what she had up her sleeve, either. “Nonno, do you like the bread?” Pushing the plate across the table toward him, she smiled. “Please, have another slice. Tony didn’t eat hardly enough to put a dent in the loaf.” A short time later the two headed outside. The remainder of the morning’s breakfast loaf had been wrapped and was tucked securely beneath Antonio’s arm. Anna was surprised to once again see Antonio’s SUV parked behind her Jeep. “Have you got plans this morning? It seems strange to see you driving so much.” The second the comment was out of her mouth she wished she hadn’t made it. “I’m a very good driver.” His tone was defensive. Last year he tried to avoid a deer and had landed in a ditch. He had been humiliated by the need for a tow truck. He still cursed the deer every chance he got. She and Tony knew better than to mention deer, tow trucks or driving. Anna had forgotten the prickly subject and now had to face the scowling man beside her. “I know you’re wonderful on the road. That’s not what I meant. It’s just that you’re usually on foot. I’m not used to seeing your car this often. So, are you going somewhere this morning?” 131
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“I’m going to the luncheonette for breakfast. It’s not a crime, is it?” “Of course not. But you’ve already had breakfast.” I’m just digging myself in deeper here, aren’t I? “I’ll have more breakfast. Madelena doesn’t know I’ve eaten breakfast.” At the mention of Madeline all surliness evaporated from his tone. A mischievous glint came into his eyes. “So, I’ll eat again with her. Quite a plan, no?” “Yes, it’s quite a plan. But you’d best brush the breadcrumbs out of your moustache if you don’t want to be discovered.” Anna patted his cheek as he stroked the crumbs from above his lip. She brushed a stray crumb from the front of his plaid shirt. “Well, have fun today. Give my best to Madeline.” Antonio backed out of the driveway. When he pulled over to adjust his shoulder belt she passed him, giving a light tap on the horn. He followed her onto the road. Anna spotted him in her mirror. Isn’t it sweet he’s having breakfast with Madeline? They’re becoming quite a pair, despite his trying to hide it. Anna had a few minutes to spare so she stopped at St. Anne’s. The interior of the church was cool and dark, and almost deserted at this time of the morning. Anna crossed herself and walked straight into a small unoccupied grotto in the sanctuary. After lighting a red votive, she knelt. The solitude and prayer calmed her. When she rose to leave she was less jittery than she had been. More prepared to face the day ahead. On her way to the door Anna spotted Father O’Brien walking down the wide center aisle. He saw her, too. “Anna, what a pleasure to see your smiling face in the Lord’s house. How are you this fine morning?” A portly, redcheeked man, Father O’Brien’s Irish accent was thicker than 132
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his sparse hair. “Father, good to see you. I’m fine, thank you. And you?” “Oh, no complaints here. All’s well, thank the Lord.” “How’s everything in the rectory? I haven’t forgotten the faucet needs to be fixed. I’ll remind Tony this afternoon.” “When he has the time, Dear. When he has the time. A little drip isn’t going to hurt anyone, now is it? So, is all going well for you? Everything all right? Were you looking for me, perhaps?” His strong brow furrowed in concern. “No, Father. I was visiting with Mary in the grotto for a minute. Everything with us is just fine, but thanks for asking.” “Good.” Father O’Brien sighed. “That’s good to hear. You have a nice day, then. And please give my best to Tony. Antonio, too.”
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Chapter 21 Business Before Pleasure Anna knocked on the door to Tyrone’s office. He was on the phone but he smiled when he saw her. Tyrone beckoned her inside, motioning to an empty chair. Anna sat. She waited for him to finish his conversation. Not overhearing what was being said was impossible. “No. I need the analysis by noon. No, no later. I know it’s your busy time but I need to be certain. Yes, that’s probably correct. Great. I appreciate your helpfulness.” Tyrone hung up. Then he stretched across the desk and shook Anna’s hand. “How are you? And Tony, how’s he doing? I missed the last softball game, so I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks. Everything going okay?” Tyrone’s voice was warm and welcoming. “Everything’s great, thanks. And you? Are you doing well?” “Very well, thanks for asking. So, what did I do to deserve such an unexpected pleasure?” He positioned himself in his black leather chair as if he had all the time in the world to spare. Anna’s conscience pricked her as she placed a wrapped 134
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package on the corner of his desk. “I know you must be swamped, so I won’t keep you. I wanted to drop off this loaf of cinnamon bread. I made two this morning. I thought you might need a little treat. You must be crazy down here.” Tyrone lifted the wrapped package and peeked inside. He smiled, giving it an appreciative sniff. “This smells great. Thanks. You’re right, I could use a break. I’ve been here all night,” he admitted. The redness in his eyes was due to more than smoke exposure. Ty was worn out, and it was still very early. Who knows what he’ll have to go through before he reaches the end of his day? “How’s everything going? Do you have any idea who did this?” Anna didn’t waste any time asking the question she wanted answered. The fire chief looked up. He stared deep into her eyes. “What makes you ask that? Why would you think someone set the fire? Anna, have you got information? Something I should know, something you should tell me?” His tone was clipped, his voice businesslike. “No. No, I don’t. I don’t know anything, actually. It’s just that I think most people, at least the ones I’ve spoken with, believe it was arson. The mill didn’t start to burn on its own. I guess my straightforward way of asking sounds incriminating, but, Ty, I just hoped you’d be able to tell me you’ve figured out what happened. I’d love it if you could tell me I’m wrong about arson. But really, I can’t believe the mill spontaneously combusted. Can you?” Tyrone’s hair was cut close to his head. As he ran a hand wearily across it, he sighed. “No, I can’t.” His dark brown 135
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eyes looked weary beyond measure; his tone was no longer forceful but tired. “You’re right. The fire didn’t start by itself.” Leaning forward in the hard, utilitarian wooden office chair, Anna held her breath and waited. When Ty didn’t elaborate, she prodded. “So?” “It was arson. I can tell you that much. Anyhow, it’ll shortly become public knowledge. We found traces of an accelerant in more than one area of the structure’s remains. There’s no doubt the blaze was intentionally set. We have sufficient evidence to confirm that much.” Arson. Speculation was one thing. Having a theory confirmed was entirely another. Anna’s stomach dropped at the realization. Staring at Tyrone, she saw there was more to the story. “Why? Do you know why someone would do this?” “Anna, if I knew the why of it I’d be able to figure out who did it. I really don’t have any concrete answers about anything—yet. I will find out, though. You can bank on it.”
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Chapter 22 Lost and Found “Hi, Emily. Can I help you find something special?” There were dark circles beneath Emily’s eyes when she turned, clutching a brightly colored picture book to her chest. Still dressed in her hospital garb, she looked younger than her years. Anna knew Emily was almost thirty, like herself. Single, with a young son to care for, she worked long hours. It showed on her face. And in her voice, when she spoke. “Anna. Hi. Yeah, I could use a hand. Or two or three, actually. What would you suggest for a cranky, miserable threeyear-old who’s covered with chicken pox?” “Oh, no.” “Oh yes. Emphasis on the cranky part.” “It sounds like you’ve got your hands full. Couldn’t get much worse, could it?” “No, I wouldn’t think so.” Emily stared at the rows of books. “I should’ve known better. I always meant to get him inoculated against the pops, as he calls them, but I didn’t. Too late now.” Anna clucked compassionately. The pops! How sweet! “We just never got to it, you know? There’s always so 137
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much to do, it just sort of slipped my mind. And now—God, you should see him. I could play connect-the-dots on his face!” Emily’s voice wavered as she spoke. Her eyes filled, tears threatening to spill from their depths. “Come on over here. I’m going to grab a cup of coffee for you from the staff room, and you’re going to sit here by my desk while I go and gather some books for Mikey. Okay?” Emily nodded. Choosing things to keep the child occupied was an easy task for Anna. Mikey loved transportation and counting books so she went to the racks and selected six. She brought them back to Emily, who was now sipping coffee with a grateful expression on her face. “Are you feeling any better? You look like you really needed a break.” Anna couldn’t imagine what Emily’s life with Mikey was like. Her own life was probably tame in comparison. “Much better. Thanks for being so understanding. I don’t mean to complain—I love Mikey so much—but sometimes it’s hard to juggle everything and not feel as if I’m losing my mind. I swear, some days are just too much to deal with. Today was one of those days, y’know?” “You’re not complaining. It’s called venting, remember? And it’s perfectly acceptable for mothers to do it now and again. Besides, it’s good for you. There’s an exercise class here at the library on most Thursday nights. If I could get you a responsible sitter, would you come to the class? I guarantee you’d feel great when you left, and it would give you a chance to do something for yourself. Just for you, and good for you, too. What do you say?” “I’d love it, but what about a sitter? I’m pretty particular 138
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about who watches Mikey. He’s all I’ve got.” “I understand. The sitter will be fabulous, I personally guarantee it. No need to worry about it. I promise. Why don’t you plan on showing up here at seven next Thursday? I’ll phone you with the details about the caregiver,” Anna said with a smile. She knew she was pushing, but apparently Emily needed a nudge. She looked ready to buckle under the stress of working full-time and raising her son solo. “You’re a godsend, Anna. I don’t know what to say.” “Say yes.” Grinning, Emily nodded. “Yes. Without a doubt, yes.” “Great. Just take it easy until next week. Help is on the way. You’ll love the class. We’ve got a great bunch lined up. And getting out on your own to do something fun will be good for you.” Anna patted Emily’s hand. “And how is Sam feeling, by the way? Is he improving?” “His progress is slow but he’s definitely feeling better. It was dicey at first, but now he’s expected to make a full recovery. It’ll take a while, though. The poison was strong. It’s amazing it didn’t kill him.” “Really? That strong?” “The doctor thinks he’s pulling through because of his size. He’s a heavy man, and the extra weight counts in his favor.” “I’m glad to hear he’s going to recover.” Emily cast a quick glance around them. They were in a secluded spot, and very much alone. Lowering her voice, she said something Anna hadn’t expected to hear. “You’re probably one of the minority who’s glad to have that guy among the living. He’s a rather nasty man, you know. Caused quite a ruckus in the hospital. He’s demanding and 139
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rude. Complains about everything. Especially the food. He’s foul when he’s being bathed and dressed. We all argue over whose turn it is to go in and care for him at bath time. He’s positively revolting. We see all kinds of stuff but this guy tops everything. He’s a pervert of the worst kind. He not only grabs and gropes us every chance he gets, but he laughs when we get annoyed. He seems to get excited by our anger, if you know what I mean by excited.” Emily wiggled her brows suggestively, then arched a brow and waited for Anna to catch on. It didn’t take long. “You’re kidding!” “I wish I was. So now we stand as far away from him as we can. We ignore him when he catches us. It’s not easy to do, let me tell you! The guy is gross, putting his hands on our butts. His wife isn’t even buried yet!” Emily shook her head in obvious disgust. Anna agreed. Sam Pilchard sounded like a horrible man. Although she wasn’t thrilled by the conversation, she was glad Emily had gotten a chance to let off steam. She was relieved to see the other woman looked much less burdened when she picked up the children’s books and went home to her poxcovered little boy. **** “Anna. What a delightful surprise!” “I wanted to show you the cable stitch I’ve added to Tony’s sweater. I spent a little time working on it this morning during my coffee break. Did I get the tension right? I figured I’d better check with you before I went too far with it.” Anna put her bag on an empty chair and held out her knitting project. Her hurried stitches were only an excuse to stop at the shop and check up on Shirley. She worried that 140
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yesterday’s events would have the elderly woman upset. But she was pleased to find no evidence of trauma on Shirley’s face. She seemed to have survived the mill fire just fine. She’s tougher than I give her credit for. Nothing seems to ruffle Shirley, thank God. She’s completely unflappable. “Well, let’s just take a good look at this, Dear. Sit down over here where the light is better, won’t you? Yes, it looks like you’ve mastered the cable stitch. These are perfect. I’d be proud to call them mine.” “Great. I was hoping you’d say something like that.” “Can I interest you in a cup of tea? Freshly brewed. Sound enticing? Or do you have to run away? It seems like you young people are always hurrying off to somewhere or other.” With a shake of her white head, Shirley reached for the teapot. Waiting for a response, she held it aloft and waved it slowly in the air. “Tea sounds wonderful, thanks. I’m in no hurry to rush off.” “Lovely. Here, let me pour you a nice cup.” She poured from an ancient teapot into two delicate china cups. They had what appeared to be hand-painted roses around the rims and hardly seemed strong enough to hold even a genteel liquid like tea. “Have you had many customers this morning?” Anna was curious about just how her friend managed to pay the rent but was far too diplomatic to venture such a direct question. She never seemed to have a lot of customers, yet there were new shipments of yarn, embroidery and knitting supplies delivered daily. The Milton Falls rumor mill had long supported several theories about the source of Shirley’s income but none had been substantiated. Ziegfeld Folly Girl was Anna’s favorite, 141
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the one she was most inclined to believe. She’d have sooner joined a dance troupe herself than ask Shirley the truth. Anna figured everyone was entitled to a secret—or two. “No customers to speak of. I’ve had a quiet morning. Between us, I’ve enjoyed the peacefulness after the horrible time we all had yesterday. I must admit I’m a tad upset by the events of this past week. It’s almost too much to bear.” Shirley quivered dramatically, then took a long sip of the herbal blend tea. “I agree. It’s been awful for everyone. Tell me, you mentioned ice skating on Baker’s Pond out near the mill. What was it like when you were a girl? Was it very different out there from the way it is now—oh, the way it was, I mean. The way it was before yesterday? You know, there aren’t many photographs of the mill and the pond and how it all used to look. Could you tell me? Would you mind terribly?” Shirley’s blue eyes took on a far-off, dreamy cast. She sighed, and slouched in her chair. The teacup in her hand was all but forgotten. “Of course I don’t mind, don’t be silly. It was wonderful to live here when I was a young girl. Not that it isn’t nice now. It is. But it was special in the old days. Are you sure you want to get me started?” She looked at Anna with hope shining in her eyes. “Oh, yes, please. Please tell me what happened here before I was born. You know I just love these stories.” Shirley needed no further coaxing. She poured second cups of tea. Then she leaned into the flowered cushions on her chair to tell the story. She had a clear, concise mind and recalled details as if they had happened last week rather than more than a half-century earlier. 142
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Anna knew she was in for a treat. Shirley’s stories were legendary. Anna had felt for a long time the tales should be preserved for future generations. She hadn’t quite figured out how to get that done. Yet. She hoped she’d have a number of years to find a solution to the problem, and to get Shirley’s stories on paper. “Oh, we had a cold winter. A really cold one, mind you, when I was sixteen. We skated on the pond every day that winter when school let out. Let’s see, it would be early October. Yes, that’s right. The pond was frozen solid that year by late September, and it stayed that way until the following Easter. “I remember that year. It was so cold a lot of farmers suffered heavy losses. Livestock couldn’t survive, so a lot of families ate beef instead of seeing their cows go to waste. The grain barn near your small pond was a blessing for the family who owned your farm back then. Their livestock made it through the winter, but just barely.” “The Maddox family?” “Yes. James Maddox and his wife owned your property for several years before the deep-freeze winter, which was what we all called it. They knew well enough to fill the grain barn to the rafters and were certainly glad they had the foresight to do it. That year they emptied the barn right out. It’s what saved their herd. Not everyone in town was as lucky. Not many had thought ahead the way Maddox had. But I can tell you many folks took note after that winter. Learned their lessons from him.” “I’ll bet.” Anna wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her shoulders and feeling the chill of the long-ago winter seep into her skin. “Go on, please. Tell me about that winter.” 143
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“The pond was a little bit bigger back then than it is now. Over the years the grass has crept up around the edges and it’s filled in to a fair degree. Back then, the pond was a good size. It could easily hold a big crowd of skaters. We would skate ’round and ’round and never bump into each other. Well, there were a few collisions, but they were rare and usually happened because the boys were trying to impress the girls with their fancy steps!” “Some things never change, do they?” “No, I guess they don’t at that. Mr. and Mrs. Baker never seemed to mind having all of us on their property. Quite the contrary, in fact. They served us steaming mugs of hot chocolate and they always had a roaring bonfire for us to use to warm up. In every respect they seemed genuinely thrilled to have us there in their field every afternoon. “Some evenings, after dinner, the adults would go on the ice to skate. Now that was fun to see. It wasn’t like it is today, where parents are so busy. No, back then parents spent a lot of time with their kids. I guess because we only had each other for entertainment. No cell phones, pagers, or television sets to keep us busy. Anyway, several nights each week the grown-ups would take to the ice with us. It was great.” The wistful look on her wrinkled face made her glow. “Sounds wonderful.” Anna could picture it all in her mind. A youthful Shirley. A gentler time where murders and arson weren’t things to be considered. “Oh it was. My parents were very friendly with Sophie and Clarence Baker. They were also friendly with James and Sarah Maddox. They all knew each other. Back then everyone got along well. There weren’t any disputes among the adults. The kids, either.” 144
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“Sounds nice.” The good old days sound perfect. “There were a few other families in the area. The Randalls. The Morgans. The Woodmans. The core of the group though was really just three families. Our family, the Maddox family and the Bakers. By that winter, we were old enough that we kids were hand-holding with each other.” Shirley colored at the admission. “Who were you holding hands with that year?” “I was doing my hand-holding with Gordon Baker. Gosh, was he cute! He had a dimple on his chin. It made my heart spin when he smiled at me. He was tall, like his father and his brothers. And thin. That’s how he got his nickname, String Bean. We all had nicknames for each other, and we used them more than we did our Christian names. Even Mr. Nobel, the school teacher, called Gordon String Bean. I’m sure Mrs. Baker called him that too. Why, everyone called him String Bean.” Anna had never heard of String Bean Baker, and wondered where he’d disappeared to. She couldn’t resist asking. “What happened with you and Gord—uh, String Bean?” “Oh, String Bean and I were a couple all winter. But the next spring Doris Clark moved to town and that was the end of my first romance. She was beautiful, with a smile that could blind the sun and a personality to match. Doris never had to try to take String Bean from me. I don’t think she ever would have done it. Doris and I grew close, good friends really. I was even one of her bridesmaids when she became Mrs. Baker. No, Gordon didn’t need any help falling for Doris. It was love at first sight, pure and simple. They married right after we graduated, and had two sons. William and Frederick.” “Were you disappointed it ended so quickly?” 145
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“I really wasn’t. We stayed friends. We were in touch right up until their deaths. So no, I wasn’t at all disappointed. I think our hand-holding was at an end, even without Doris. String Bean and I weren’t meant to be more than friends. And it didn’t feel like it ended quickly, either. The winter was long and harsh, and we got plenty of chances to hold hands before the daffodils bloomed. By the time spring came around, I was secretly glad to see Doris. As I’ve already said, she and I became good friends. She fit right into our circle and soon we all forgot Doris hadn’t been with us from childhood.” “What was Doris’ new nickname? She did get one, didn’t she?” “Certainly she got one. It didn’t take more than a week or so before we were all using her new name, either. It felt so right to call her Bubble. String Bean was the one who named her. He said she floated like a soap bubble, and she practically did at that. So Doris became Bubble and we all went about our lives.” “What then?” Anna asked softly. She hardly dared breathe, hoping there was more to the love story. There was. With a smile, Shirley said, “Oh, it wasn’t long before I had a new gentleman. For a short while I had the man of my dreams in the palm of my hand. By midwinter, James Maddox, Junior had begun to look pretty good to me. He was a sturdy fellow, broad about the shoulders, even at a young age. I’m sure he shaved his whiskers by that time. I felt the attraction grow between us all winter long. I think that’s why I was so glad to see Bubble blow into our lives. “Anyhow, Jimmy and I were able to begin our own handholding by the spring. One afternoon he walked right up to me and said, ‘I think we should be more than just friends from 146
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now on. Do you agree?’ He was so bold! Of course I agreed. It was as if my heart found a home with Jimmy. I had been in love with him for some time, and he with me. Once we began keeping company, we were inseparable. Aside from being together in school all day long, we spent every afternoon and evening together. Our parents didn’t mind one bit. I’m sure they had been waiting and hoping for us to get together.” “He sounds wonderful. And it’s so romantic, even his boldness.” Anna set her teacup on the table and waited for the story to continue. Shirley didn’t disappoint. “Oh, he was. And it was wonderfully romantic. Jimmy was a smart man. Wanted to be a doctor. He would have been a successful doctor, too.” She sighed. “What happened?” With a pinched smile, Shirley shrugged. “Sad, really. Our plans never came to be. That horrible war began. Jimmy went off to fight. So many men did. And so many, like my Jimmy, never came home. After he was killed I could never imagine loving anyone else. He was the love of my life. I’m looking forward to the day when I see him again. I know he’s waiting for me, as I’ve waited for him for so long.” Her face was a picture of sadness and longing, of unfulfilled destiny. The silence was deafening. After a minute passed, Anna’s curiosity compelled her to ask the questions hammering inside her head. “What became of the others? What ever happened to Bubble and String Bean? You said they had two sons together. What became of them?” “Oh my goodness, Bubble and the youngest son, Frederick, both died in a tuberculosis outbreak. String Bean never remarried. He said there could never be anyone like Bubble. 147
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Little Willie grew to be a fine man. Smart, very business smart. Married a pretty girl named Carolyn. They cared for String Bean until he passed, then they held the mill property together for quite some time. Used the small building nearest the main road as a farm stand, and earned enough to get by. Sort of squeaked out a living, you know?” Shirley inclined her head as she spoke, gazing into space. It looked like she could see everything as she talked about it. Watching her, Anna could almost see it all, too. “Did they have kids? Any little Willies?” “They had one child, a girl. Now, what was her name?” She tapped the side of her head with one fingertip. “Oh, yes, I remember now. Her name was Bethany. Beth for short. A sweet baby. Carolyn and Will were killed in a plane crash a few months after the child was born. In the sixties, it was. On their way to visit an organic farm in California. Had some idea about growing organic vegetables on the mill land and making the place profitable again. But they didn’t return from their trip. The plane crashed over Washington State. No survivors. Thank God they left Beth with Carolyn’s mother in Vermont or the baby would have been killed too. The child stayed with the grandmother. You can see, the mill fell into a state of disrepair over the years. The child didn’t ever return here, at least not to my knowledge. I do hope she’s had a happy life.” Anna smiled. She too hoped little Beth had lived a peaceful life. “And now that’s about enough of an old woman’s ramblings for one day! You’re a dear to listen to me. I love you for it, and for so much more besides. I feel much better now I’ve pulled up some good thoughts about Baker’s Mill. Maybe the good memories will chase away any bad ones we have af148
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ter yesterday’s sadness. I could go on forever about the old days, you know.” “What was your nickname?” “Ah,” Shirley said, then chuckled. The sound hinted at a much younger woman. The woman she used to be, perhaps. “I wondered if you’d ask that question. But that, my dear, is a story best saved for another time.”
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Chapter 23 Man to Man Tony waited in Graham’s small office. “Hey, man, good to see you.” Graham smiled as he walked into the room. They shook hands, then the sheriff indicated the no-nonsense upright wooden chair near his desk. Tony sat, placing his truck keys on the edge of Graham’s desk. “Listen, I know you’re busy, but I’ve got a question. I think you’re the only one who can answer it for me.” “Shoot,” said Graham. Tony scowled. “You know I hate it when you say that. You’ve been doing it to me for the past twenty-five years…now that you’ve got a real gun I’m never sure you won’t do it. Shoot me, that is.” Familiar laughter came easily to the childhood friends. “Look, if I haven’t shot you by now, you’re probably safe. If I didn’t get you that morning in fifth grade…well, then I guess I’ll never pop you.” Graham waved one meaty fist in Tony’s direction, a friendly threat for the dunking he had gotten when they’d been young. The infamous argument, one of the few they’d ever had, and ensuing scuffle had been over the merits of Yankee pitchers. Graham’s contention had been that 150
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the Red Sox were better on the mound than the New York team, something that upset Tony so much he’d shoved his buddy into the creek. “Damn, but you got me in trouble that day. I don’t ever remember my mother being as angry as she was when the teacher called her.” Graham shook his head at the memory. “I don’t remember ever running as fast as I did that morning. I thought for sure you were going to catch me. I remember you threatened to shoot me that day, and I may have deserved it. My mother would’ve been madder than hell if I’d come home with my clothes muddied up the way yours were. Damn, that was ugly.” Graham nodded, grinning. “But I made you pay for it the next day, didn’t I? It was a miracle you were still standing when I was done with you. Man, I pummeled you, didn’t I? It’s amazing we stayed friends after that fiasco.” “Ah, that’s the stuff boys live for. Friendships cemented by blood and guts. Do you remember the shiner I had? I looked like a prize fighter for a week afterward.” “About the same amount of time it took my mother to quit hollering over my ruined shirt, if I recall correctly.” “Those were the days, weren’t they?” Tony looked fondly at his childhood companion. The years had been good to them. “Yeah, they were. But really, what’s up? I can’t believe you stopped in just to shoot the shit over some kiddie fight.” Graham steepled his fingers and waited. “Well I’ve got a bit of a dilemma.” Tony didn’t want to appear unfeeling, but business was business. This tricky situation had to be cleared up, and soon. He plunged ahead. “I’m supposed to do some work at the Pilchard house next week. 151
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Actually, I was going to begin on Monday.” “Won’t be happening.” “I assumed as much. But here’s the rub…I have a key to the place. I’ve had it for a while. And I’ve already dropped off some of my tools over there. I’ve also got a shipment of supplies which have been paid for. I don’t know what to do about them. This has never happened to me before, losing clients this way. Or one client, anyhow. I don’t know if Sam is going to want me to do the work they contracted after he’s well. After this is behind him. But I can’t hang in limbo like this, with my tools in their house and their materials in my shop. I’d like to just drop the stuff off, put it in their garage. After all, they have paid for it. I’d also like to pick up my tools. Would that be all right?” “You’ve had the key for how long?” “Oh, maybe three weeks. They gave it to me when they contracted for the work. Said it would be easier than trying to rearrange their schedules to accommodate my working hours. Is there a problem?” “Could be, I imagine. Not likely, though. I can vouch for your character. You’re not the murdering type, are you, Tony?” Graham’s voice had taken on an official tone that made Tony bristle. “You’ve got to be kidding!” “Yes, I am. Just wanted to rattle you some, old boy. Still trying to make up for that crappy class picture.” It was Tony’s turn to wave a balled-up fist at Graham. “That was miserable, to make me think I was one of your lowlife suspects. You creep.” “What was miserable was standing for a class picture with creek water running down my legs and into my shoes. And 152
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watch the creep stuff, won’t you? I am the law, you know. I don’t think I allow that sort of threatening talk in my office.” Graham grinned. “But back to the matter at hand. I can’t see any reason you shouldn’t go ahead with your plans. We’ve cleared the spot as a crime scene. Everything’s been collected and it’s been released, so sure, do what you need to do. If anyone asks, say you’ve spoken to me about it and I’ve given permission. There usually seems to be a busybody in cases like this, some neighborhood looky loo.” “Looky loo?” “That’s right. We called them VBAs at the Academy. Venetian Blind Annies. You know, the nosey ones on the block. Every street’s got at least one.” “Good to know. I’ll keep my eyes open for the VBAs. And thanks, man, I appreciate your help. I’ve got to do some rescheduling now that I won’t be working over there. I might get caught up on some stuff at my own house, now that I have a break in my schedule. Anna would be thrilled if I finally finish the wall tile in the upstairs bathroom.” “See, sometimes things work out in unexpected ways. This, um, setback might be good for the two of you.” “Yeah, but not so good for Marge. Any closer to solving this thing?” “Between us, old friend. Okay?” Graham stood, then walked over to the door. He glanced into the outer office before he closed the door. The lock snicked home before he turned and looked pointedly at Tony. Tony saw Graham had something to say, something he maybe shouldn’t divulge, and nodded. “Of course. You know I can keep a secret better than nearly anyone. Your sister still doesn’t know who glued the pages of her chemistry book to153
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gether the night before her final, does she?” Graham chuckled. “No, she doesn’t. She had that coming for a long time. She used to drive me crazy with her nagging and tattling.” Some of the tension in his face disappeared for a moment, his smile allowing him to set aside his official demeanor but only for a second. Graham’s expression turned serious again. He inhaled deeply, holding the air in his lungs for several heartbeats. Exhaling slowly, he said, “I can’t say much. I just want to warn you to be watchful, that’s all. I would hate to see you or yours hurt in any way before we catch this guy. I’m just coaching you to be extra vigilant. Lock doors and windows. Keep an eye on Anna. This is an especially malicious criminal at work. Marge suffered a lot before she died. Sam may never be the same, even after he recovers. Until we lock the killer behind bars, no one is safe.” Tony scrambled to order his thoughts. “It’s that bad?” “It’s that bad. There’s no way to tell who the next victim will be. Or even if there will be a next victim. This case doesn’t follow any of the basic routines for a murder. Honestly, it’s got me baffled. Just take care, is all I’m saying. We’re postponing the Zucchini Festival for a week. I’d like to close the case before I’ve got every member of the community—and the towns around ours—milling about. It’s hard enough to keep order at the festival when I don’t have a killer on the loose. Now, it’d be near impossible. I don’t want to scare you. I just want you to take precautions, okay?” “Not very reassuring, are you?” The joke sounded flat, even to his own ears. Tony saw the deep lines etched into Graham’s forehead, the dark circles beneath his eyes. He’d been working round the clock, to no avail. “I save reassuring for the general public, my friend. 154
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Watch yourself. Hopefully we’ll have some closure in a week or so.” “I’ll keep my fingers crossed.” Tony put his hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn it. “Maybe I’ll stop by St. Anne’s and light a candle. I usually leave the extra praying in Anna’s court but hell, this might be the time to make a little spiritual detour, eh?” He and Graham had been altar boys together. They’d scraped enough wax out of the church’s votive holders to last a lifetime. Graham clapped a hand onto his holster. He looked, and sounded, weary. “We can use all the help we can get. Oh, one other thing. Don’t eat anything your wife hasn’t cooked for you.” Tony opened his mouth to question this last bit of information but Graham cut him off with a wave of his hand. “I can’t say anything else. And about the food? You haven’t heard that from me, either.”
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Chapter 24 Putting Out the Mat Antonio pulled into the driveway right behind Anna’s Jeep. So far she hadn’t guessed he’d been tailing her. A series of coincidences to her. He was glad his covert movements had been successful. With a big smile plastered on his face, as if this was happenstance rather than planning, he pulled the key from the ignition and stepped out of the SUV. “Nonno. What timing!” Anna exclaimed, hefting her book bag from the Jeep. He took it from her and carried it into the house. The answering machine’s red light blinked frantically but Anna attended to the more important matter of greeting her baby before dealing with the machine. He shook his head. Women and cats! “Merlot, konnichiwa, Sweetheart. Now who’s calling us so many times? Hmm?” The cat purred loudly from beneath the telephone table. If she knew who had phoned she wasn’t telling. Anna pressed the button on the machine and they heard six separate versions of the plan to postpone the Zucchini Festival. “Ugh. Well, that stinks. I’m excited about the festival and now it’s postponed until next week.” 156
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He nodded. “You’re right. It isn’t good news. But what can we do? We need to be patient. Perhaps the waiting will improve the experience, no?” “Maybe. Would you like something cold? Iced tea? What’re you doing here anyway…not that I’m not happy to see you, but I just this minute pulled in and here you are. I think you’ve got some kind of radar!” “Radar, no. I was going past and I wondered if you had the chance yet to buy my doormat? If not, maybe we could go to the shopping center together this afternoon? It will be cool there, in the air conditioning, and we can stop for an ice cream on the way home. What do you say, carina?” “Let me go upstairs to change into shorts and a clean shirt. I’ll splash some water on my face and be right back. Why don’t you pour us some tea? It’s in the big pitcher in the fridge.” When Anna turned and headed for the stairs he smiled. How fortunate for him that it was so hot and muggy even a mundane item like a doormat was enticing—if the store selling the mat was air conditioned. Antonio poured drinks, sipping his while he stood at the back door. His gaze swept out over the farm in search of movement. Seeing none, he gave a satisfied snort and sat down to wait for Anna. **** “Anna! Antonio! What a lovely surprise. What brings you to the mall on such a beautiful day? I wouldn’t have expected to find you here.” Kate’s cheerful voice cut through the hum of background music and a noisy air conditioning unit. She and Jack stood beside a stack of brightly colored towels. Jack clutched a blue hand towel in a white-knuckled grip. Antonio nodded a greeting to the other man. He knew by the 157
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look in Jack’s eyes that he’d rather be anywhere but in the linen department choosing towels. “Nonno needs a new doormat. And since we’ve found the perfect one, we’re buying two of them. Two doors, you know.” Anna held up a sturdy looking mat. It had a large letter R in the center of it. “Nice, isn’t it?” “Very. We’re buying bath towels for Allison. Thought it might perk her up some. She really misses home, I know she does. Although she acts like she’s enjoying her new home I can tell she’s unhappy. A mother’s instinct, I guess.” Kate pursed her lips. She looked almost ready to cry. “I still don’t understand why she had to move in the first place,” said Anna. “She left so suddenly. I didn’t even get a chance to speak with her about it—it was a total surprise to me.” “So many people have said the very same thing. I’m her mother, and I barely got to speak with her before she packed up and left. I don’t think anyone could have been more shocked than Jack and I. I wouldn’t mind her moving as much if she was happy, but it’s obvious she isn’t.” Kate’s tone left no room for discussion. “Can’t she just move back here? We’d all love to have her home again.” “I asked her that very question last night but she wouldn’t discuss it. She won’t tell me anything, it seems. Especially not whatever it was she was thinking when she left. It’s some huge secret. It’s strange. We’ve always been so close.” Antonio decided a change of subject was in order. Kate’s cheeks were growing pinker by the minute. The last thing he wanted to see was Kate in tears. “What color towels are you buying?” 158
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“Oh…” Kate looked at the towels in her arms as if she had forgotten they were even there. “I think the periwinkle blue ones. They’re on sale, and Allie’s got an ocean theme in her bathroom. These look oceany, don’t you think?”
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Chapter 25 No Leaf Unturned The empty parking spot directly in front of the flower shop was an open invitation to Anna. They’d stopped for ice cream and were on their way home but all she had to do was ask and Antonio pulled into the vacancy. The tinkling of the bell above the flower shop’s door announced their arrival. Barbara emerged from a back room, looking greatly improved since Anna had last seen her in the library. When she walked toward them Anna couldn’t help but notice how well rested and self-assured the other woman looked now. The difference was unmistakable. And remarkable. “Welcome to Blane’s Buds. This is the first time you’ve visited since I opened, isn’t it? Please look around. Feel free to ask me anything. Is there something in particular I can help you with? Save you some trouble?” “Actually, I’ve been considering buying an orchid,” Anna said. “You mentioned you were expecting a shipment. Has it arrived yet?” Barbara beamed, clucking like a mother hen over her chicks. “It did! I got in a beautiful variety just this morning. 160
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I’ve got them all in the greenhouse. This way, near the mosses.” She led the way through aisles of lush tropical greenery. Moss and vines trailed from pots hanging from rafters. The aroma of gardenias was intoxicating. Several rows of dwarf trees, all dripping with fruit, beckoned. Anna stopped, drinking in the sights, sounds and smells. She would love to have a greenhouse of her own someday. Just another thing on Tony’s to-do list. “Wow. Everything is gorgeous. So alive. The plants are so healthy and full.” Anna gently fingered the leaves on a glossy Schefflera. It was as smooth as polished stone between her fingertips. “Thanks. I love to watch it all grow. My grandmother had a huge greenhouse. I spent hours there with her. She let me trim the plants and repot things. Let me experiment a bit. I really learned to love gardening at her side. Her passion for growing things rubbed off, I guess. Anyhow, the orchids are this way. Are you looking for a particular variety? Or perhaps a certain color? Most people buy them by color, I think.” She led the way through the dense foliage like a lion striding through the jungle. Anna took her time examining the collection of dainty looking plants. Frilled flowers arched gracefully from green leaves. There were all different shades of yellow, lavender, pink and white. A medium-sized Dendrobium near the rear of the collection caught her eye. Antonio stood by her side, his hands in his trouser pockets. He didn’t look as awestruck as she felt but he didn’t seem to hate the experience, either. “This one is pretty. I like the flowers. Purple has always been my favorite color. What do you think, Nonno?” 161
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His answer was a fast shrug and a pair of raised eyebrows. Anna had learned enough Italian male posturing to recognize the closest thing to, “Yes, I like it,” when she saw it. “Well there you go, a second opinion heard from and considered. We’ll take this one. I just can’t resist that shade of violet.” Barbara took the plant from her. The trio wove their way back through the greenhouse to the counter. “You’ve made a wonderful choice. The color is striking and you’ll get lots of enjoyment from this plant, provided you care for it well.” “Right. I’ll need directions for its care. I know nothing at all about orchids. You’ll have to clue me in.” Playing dumb wasn’t as difficult as Anna imagined it would be. Barbara packed the Dendrobium in crushed tissue paper and a large box. She spoke while she worked. “It’s really quite simple. You’ve chosen an easy-care plant perfect for a novice orchid keeper. It has basic requirements for feeding, watering and sunlight. You can treat it in much the same way you would treat any ordinary houseplant and it’ll thrive.” “Isn’t it fussy and difficult to keep? I’ve always thought keeping one of these alive was a huge task. Are you sure I’m not saddling myself with a finicky, demanding little lavender monster?” Barbara’s laughter was shrill enough that Antonio’s shoulders rose slightly. Anna smiled, seeing disapproval of Barbara’s brashness in his eyes. “Not at all. There are, certainly, some types of orchids which are most demanding. This one, though, Dendrobium Nobile, is an easy one to care for. You’re going to love it, just love it to pieces. And, you’ll be delighted with its performance. I promise you.” 162
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Anna tucked the receipt in her pocket and picked up the package. “Well, that answers all my questions about orchids, Barbara. Thanks.” **** The sound of many voices coming from the direction of the back patio drew them instantly. “Amore mio, I’m so glad you’re home. Diane, the kids and I have been wondering where you went. Nonno, sit down, please. You both look like you’ve had a busy day.” Without asking, Tony poured a glass of iced tea from the pitcher for Anna and a juice glass of wine for his grandfather. “Everyone, hi. It’s good to be home, isn’t it, Nonno?” He dipped his white head, taking a sip of robust lambrusco. His shoulders dropped and his eyes closed, his enjoyment evident. “Sì, it is molto bene to be home. But, Tony? Why are you here so early? I did not expect you this soon. Did you, Anna?” “Hardly. Why are you home so early? Is everything okay?” She scanned his body but he looked fine to her. Work boots, worn jeans and chambray shirt all relatively unscathed by whatever he’d spent his day doing. Apparently it didn’t include sheetrock, insulation or any of the other things that made washing Tony’s laundry a challenge. He was still fairly clean, something that was enough to arouse her suspicion. “I’m home early because it’s the weekend. Friday afternoon is close enough to the weekend, especially after the week we’ve had, don’t you think? I met Diane and the ladies walking up our driveway, so I gave them a lift the rest of the way in the truck. We’ve been shooting the breeze for about an hour, just waiting for you two wanderers to come home.” His explanation was neat—almost too neat, in Anna’s opinion. 163
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Dani piped up, taking away Anna’s opportunity to question Tony further. “Did you hear about the Zucchini Festival? Now we’ll have to wait another whole week to sail our boats. I don’t like that very much.” Her scrunched up face was so comical they all laughed. Dee laughed harder than anyone, poking a finger at her twin. She clutched her belly with the other hand, giggling long after the others had calmed. “I did hear that. I’m not very happy about it either, Dani. But I suppose we’ll all have to be patient and wait an extra week for the fun, won’t we? Who knows? Maybe we can have our own party this weekend, to make up for missing the festival. How does that sound?” Anna knew a backyard barbecue would appeal to the girls, especially if they were included in the planning. The twins thought any reason for a party was a good one, especially if the party included cake and ice cream. “But you’re—” Danielle began. Dee elbowed her in the ribs, almost knocking them both from their seats. Dani yelped in surprise. “Hey!” “I’m what?” Anna asked, reaching a hand to rub Dani’s shoulder. She furrowed her brow at Dee, who was smiling the smile of an angel. “You’re patient, that’s what.” Dee cast a searing look at her twin. “We’re not as patient. Are we, Dani?” Avoiding a second jab to her ribs, Dani scooted a few inches back. “Nope. We’re not that patient, but we’ll practice. Okay?” “Sounds good to me. Why don’t you two go on over to the garden and pick some cucumbers? Look for the biggest ones, and don’t pick more than two each,” Diane directed. The girls ran off, whispering and giggling. “Raiding my garden again?” 164
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“Actually, Diane brought over a macaroni casserole. We figured a green salad would make a fast meal of it. The macaroni’s already in the oven. I’m going to fire up the grill and cook some burgers for us carnivores. How does that sound?” Anna sipped her tea. Now that she’d sat down she realized she was nearly wiped out. “Sounds wonderful. Thanks for cooking, Diane. I love your casserole; it’s one of my favorites. Will the rest of the crew be joining us?” “Don and the boys should be here any minute now. They stopped at the market for some pie for dessert. I’m in a pie mood.” Anna glanced at Antonio, then to her husband. A pie mood? Whenever Diane got into one of her “food moods” it usually forecast a new addition was on the way. After a long, silent minute Diane spread her arms and said, “What? What are you all looking at?” “A pie mood—is that the deal?” Anna raised her eyebrow at her friend, then tilted her head toward Diane’s midsection. “Yes, a pie mood. Haven’t you ever gotten a harmless craving, I mean obsession—no, not obsession, that’s not it. More like a yearning—yes, a yearning—for a food? Haven’t you ever gotten one?” Diane put a shielding hand across her abdomen and shot them all a scowl. They continued their skeptical observation of the nowreddening woman. She began to fidget. Anna began to laugh. The men just shook their heads in wonder. “Does your husband know you’re yearning for a pie?” asked Tony. “Yes, my husband knows. I sent him to buy the pie, didn’t I? But it’s nothing more than a basic food craving, I as165
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sure you. Don’t read anything else into it.” “You’re the boss,” Anna said. “I’ll let you off the hook by changing the subject. Does anyone know why the festival was postponed? I haven’t heard any explanation so I assume it’s got something to do with Marge Pilchard. That’s it, isn’t it?” Diane nodded. “The town council voted to postpone the big festival until next week, citing the recent murder as the reason. The hope is the killer will be behind bars before the week is out. Don said the sheriff has some substantial evidence and was hoping to catch the criminal soon. I really hope he does. I’m already tired of policing my kids. They’ve never had to deal with gang mentality before and it’s not going well. I’ve laid down the law—none of them is to leave the house without at least one adult or two siblings. They’re feeling cramped, but I don’t care.” Anna nodded in agreement. Cramped is better than dead any day. The kids will adjust. “This time will pass quickly, I’m sure. Sad times have a way of doing that. We will all be able to return to our lives soon.” Antonio refilled his glass, then sipped his wine with a cheerless expression. He looked as tired as Anna felt despite his calming words. “I hope you’re right, Nonno. Diane will have a hard time keeping them all corralled for too long.” Taking a sip of tea, Anna rattled the ice cubes around in her sweating glass. It was true. Before long Diane could have a rebellion on her hands. Diane’s macaroni casserole was a big hit, as usual. The apple pie and ice cream went over well, too. Before long it was full dark and the children chased fireflies yet again while the adults enjoyed the last quiet moments of the day. After a while, Diane pushed up from her chair and said, “It’s time for 166
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us to head home. The company is great but we’ve got to get our monsters washed and in bed.” “Are you sure? It’s barely nine.” Anna stood and gave Diane a fast hug. “Sure you don’t want anther slice of pie?” It didn’t get by her that as Diane stood she rubbed the small of her back. Cramped muscles from sitting too long in one position? Or another mysterious symptom to go along with her food cravings? “It’ll take forever to get the kids washed. Thanks anyway, but we’ve got to run.” When they were gone, the sound of their vehicles lost to the chirping of crickets, Diane looked at the men. “Did Diane seem a little off tonight?” Antonio grinned. “Perhaps Signora Diane is feeling the effects of her new pie craving, no?” **** Anna left them to their final glass of wine, preferring the comfort of her bath to the whine of mosquitoes. She craved a long soak in the whirlpool tub. Along with expensive Italian bath oil, it was one of her few indulgences. Trying to simply relax, to forget the cares of her day, was impossible. Back and forth her mind went, torn between the arson and Marge’s murder. There had to be a connection, but what was it? Anna poured an extra splash of bath oil into the already foaming water. Scent of pine needles and lavender filled her nostrils but she was not soothed. Her mind roiled, churning as vigorously as the bubbles swirling around her. A murder suicide? I don’t buy into that one, not for a minute. When she pulled herself out of the tub she was no more rested than when she had gotten into the warm water. The level of frustration she felt had grown even greater than it had 167
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been earlier, something Anna wouldn’t have thought was possible. But there it was: she was at her wits’ end over the Milton Falls Crime Spree, as the headlines had dubbed it. She sat at her vanity and began to brush her hair. The strokes she used were more vigorous than her thick, curly hair warranted but at first she was so intent on the news she didn’t notice. Damn it! Where’s the link? Where’s the connection between the two? Tears sprang to Anna’s eyes. Her scalp smarted where she’d pulled her hair. Throwing the hairbrush down on her vanity, she gave an annoyed sniff. She would be bald if she kept that up. Tony’s footsteps coming up the stairs caught her attention. Turning to face the open doorway, she saw for the first time there were two small overnight bags tucked behind the door. Hers and Tony’s both. That’s odd. “Tony, why are our traveling bags in the bedroom?” “I wondered how long it would take you to notice them. I’m planning a little surprise for you, so don’t ask any questions. Trust me.” Trust him? What does trust have to do with packed—she assumed they were packed—bags? “I do trust you, Darling. Are we going somewhere?” After pulling off his socks and leaving them in a heap by the chair, Tony walked into the bathroom, removing his shirt as he went. “Yes, we are. I’m taking my wonderful, beautiful wife on a trip. We’ll have a relaxing couple of days together and when we return home we’ll feel refreshed and rested. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” He appeared very pleased with himself. “Of course it sounds good—in fact, it sounds great. I’m just not sure this is the best time for a vacation. There’s so 168
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much to do. We’re both so busy. Maybe we could plan to take a few days off sometime soon—but really, I don’t believe we should go away now.” Sounds of splashing came from the bathroom. “Tony? Do you hear me?” The faucet stopped running seconds before her naked husband came into view. With a towel obscuring his face as he rubbed it dry, Anna got an unobstructed view of his manly assets. As ever, they stole her breath. Momentarily preoccupied with the sheer pleasure of looking at him, Anna nearly forgot they had been discussing anything at all. Tony’s voice brought her gaze to his face and her mind back to the subject. “Of course I hear you. But no matter how much you protest, we’re leaving in the morning. I’ve cleared your schedule with Martha. I’m free next week, now that the job I’d scheduled is on hold. This is the perfect time to get away. And there’s no way I’m letting you out of it, so you may as well enjoy yourself. I’m going to hop into the shower. Then we can continue this conversation—or not. I’ve got a few ideas that are way better than talking. Think about it, Anna.” A glance downward made Anna’s heart lurch. Apparently Tony had more carnal thoughts on his mind than the current topic of conversation. His growing arousal brought a shimmer of perspiration to Anna’s brow, a tightening in her chest and a very pleasurable heat to her center. The man could definitely distract her! “What about Merlot? I can’t go away—who’s going to watch Merlot?” Anna called as she got a look at his retreating backside. “Nonno will take good care of her.” “What about the murder?” Either Tony didn’t hear her or chose not to answer be169
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Chapter 26 Change of Scenery Tony parked the truck in the long-term lot. Anna had questioned him relentlessly on the drive to the airport, but he refused to give her any information. He knew his unresponsiveness peeved her but she was going to have to deal with it. For the last few miles of the trip he had enjoyed the silence in the cab, despite the chilliness in the air. Now she barely looked at him. She was so incensed by what she insisted on calling her abduction she’d gone mum. “You can’t be seriously angry with me, tesoro mio. I’m merely trying to take my wife on a romantic getaway. I see no harm in that. No harm at all.” She glared at him as they passed through the metal detectors. He knew what she was thinking, that he was causing her to lose valuable crime-solving time. So be it. If he had to kidnap her to keep her safe, then that’s what he would do. Call him overbearing, a chauvinist, controlling—whatever adjective came to mind, but Tony was determined not to lose the most important person in his life to some madman’s whim. After Graham’s warning he didn’t feel it was safe to stay in Milton Falls, especially with a woman who considered herself 171
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part Nancy Drew, part Sherlock Holmes. “Andiamo, Darling. Let’s go. Our tickets are for gate eleven, down the hall and on the right. I suppose you don’t need to speak with me to travel with me. I do hope, though, that this doesn’t last forever. I don’t like it at all. Makes me feel pretty lousy, to tell you the truth.” Tony adjusted his grip on their carry-on and strode down the concourse. He hoped she was following. At an altitude of thirty thousand feet she still wasn’t speaking to him. He’d let her have the window seat, which she’d stonily accepted, when they boarded. During take-off he’d tried to hold her hand, which she’d refused to let him do. Now she stared stubbornly out the tiny square window and wouldn’t meet his gaze. She wouldn’t even turn her head in his direction. He was beginning to feel like a reincarnated Jack the Ripper. “Come on, Anna. You can’t stay mad at me all weekend long. That’s no way to thank a guy for a romantic vacation, is it?” Tony reached for her hand, taking it from her lap and forcing her to let him pull it to his lips. When she turned to look at him, he smiled and gave her what he hoped was a hypnotic stare. One never knew about that kind of thing—one person’s hypnotic might be another’s nauseating. “Why are we going to Pensacola?” “To swim. Lie in the sun. Make love.” He kissed her knuckles a second time, letting his lips linger on Anna’s soft skin. A flash of memory—Anna moaning her enjoyment as he made love to her the night before—brought a thickening to a certain part of his anatomy. There would be lots of time for them to pleasure each other this weekend. If they were lucky, they would conceive a baby. Every month they hoped, but so 172
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far they hadn’t had any luck. “We need to relax, Anna. This past week has been crazy, hasn’t it? A little time away will be good for both of us. Come on, please don’t stay angry with me. You know I hate it.” “But—” “No buts. We’ll have a great time. It’s a beautiful place. I know you’ll love it. And if I’m lucky, you’ll love me, too.” Tony shifted in his seat. He wished his jeans were looser. “You know I love you.” Ah! Capitulation! Anna finally relaxed, resting her head on the seat back. “It’s just that the timing is so bad, with the murder and mill fire and everything else that’s going on.” “The timing is ideal, Darling. This is the perfect time to get out of town, and away from all that crap. Maybe by the time the weekend’s over it’ll all be solved.” “Maybe.” She sounded doubtful but offered no further objection. And the ice cloud enveloping her melted, giving Tony his first peaceful moments in hours. **** “Pensacola was America’s first settlement. It was settled in the mid-1500s by a Spanish explorer named Don Tristan de Luna. The city has had the flags of five nations flown over it. Fort Barrancas was held by Confederate, British, French, American and Spanish forces. One of my favorite parts of the area is Fort Pickens. It’s an enormous pre-Civil War-era fortress. It’s made of brick and is truly incredible. During the Civil War it was held by the Union side. We’ll have to be sure to take a look at it while we’re here. I think you’ll be amazed when you see the enormous brick passageways in the place. It’s a contractor’s dream.” 173
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Emilio Rodriguez, Tony’s college roommate, lived in Pensacola and Tony had visited him and his extended family many times over the years. Emilio had been Tony’s best man at their wedding. Emilio was out of town but they were staying at his house. Tony glanced at his wife. Although she listened to his spiel, her eyes darted from sight to sight as they sped past drooping palm trees and quaint architecture. “The sand on the beaches is a pristine sugar-white,” he continued. “The beaches line the Gulf shoreline for more than fifty miles, if I remember correctly. Emilio once told me that the white sand is made from quartz. The quartz is washed down from the Appalachian Mountains. Oh that’s right—I nearly forgot the best part about the sand. Not only is it pure white, but it makes a noise. Once you hear it, you’ll never be able to forget the sound. It sort of squeaks when you walk on it. It’s pretty weird. Hard to believe until you hear it for yourself. I thought Emilio was playing a joke on me the first time he took me to the beach.” **** Tony turned into the palm tree-lined driveway leading up to a massive, yet tasteful, home. A tax attorney—a very successful tax attorney—Emilio’s house was a clear indication of his professional acumen. Cream-colored stucco. Red-tiled roof. The front door was mahogany, as was all of the exterior window trim. There were ornate carved wrought iron railings around the second floor balconies. It was difficult not to gasp over the beauty of the house when they drove up to the entrance. The door opened as Tony and Anna stepped out of their low-slung convertible rental. 174
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“Hola, Mr. and Mrs. Romeo. I prayed you would arrive safely.” Elena, the housekeeper, was short in stature but long in personality. Now she smiled, and her gold tooth glittered in the sunshine. Elena was like part of the family. Everyone loved her, and Tony bent over her now, gripping her in a hearty hug. “Elena, you’re more beautiful now than you were the last time I saw you. Emilio must be taking good care of you.” He lifted her off the ground before he set her back down again. “And I don’t want to hear Mr. And Mrs. Anything again—you know I’ll never be a mister to you.” Anna smiled at the diminutive woman when Tony pulled away. Elena’s stunning brown eyes, like deep pools, radiated love for the new arrivals. “You don’t change a bit, do you? Still flattering old women, aren’t you? You’re just the same as you were when you boys were in college. Anna, I’m so happy to welcome you. Emilio left directions for me to hug you for him. Please, come inside out of the heat. I know you’re not used to Florida in July, are you? It can be brutal, so mind you drink plenty of agua and take some extra time to rest. You hear?” Tony carried their bags upstairs to the guest suite while Anna and Elena chatted. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but knew it was probably something about Emilio’s bachelor status and everyone else’s still-unanswered prayers that a woman would come into his life and dazzle him. With ten sisters and a mother who still considered every part of her successful son’s life her business, Emilio must be buried by wife talk. Bah! There’s nothing wrong with being a bachelor. He’ll know when the right woman comes along—just like I knew Anna was the 175
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one for me. Until then, everyone should mind their own damn business. The guest suite was more inviting than the offerings at most hotels. Setting the cases down on an expensive kilim rug, he sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and reached for his cell phone. Tony hadn’t been happy about leaving Nonno behind but he hadn’t been able to talk the old man into coming with them. He had insisted he was well armed—“Ready for the son of a bitch,” was how Nonno put it—against any criminal foolhardy enough to mess with him. Tony knew he was probably right, but he worried anyway. “Pronto.” Tony smiled when he heard the familiar gravelly voice. He hadn’t realized how much he already missed his grandfather. “Nonno, it’s me. How is everything going back in New York? Are you keeping the home fires burning while we’re away?” “Tony, my boy. I’m glad to hear you’re there safe and sound. You are at your friend Emilio’s casa, no? And you are still traveling with your wife, sì? She didn’t get disgusted with you and fly off to another spot, did she?” “Yeah, we’re at Emilio’s house. Anna’s downstairs with Elena. When I left them they were all over Emilio’s marriage plans—or lack of them, anyway. I’ll have to warn him. Anna’s always trying to get the poor guy married off.” Antonio clucked understandingly. “But marriage has been a good thing for you, no? You look happy and healthy, and you’re enjoying life. Your Anna just desires the same for your friend Emilio. It is harmless.” Tony laughed. Leave it to Nonno to run to Anna’s defense! 176
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God, how the old man loves her! “You’re just happy she isn’t trying to marry you off, aren’t you? As long as she’s busy marrying my friend to the unknown perfect bride, she won’t be doing any matchmaking for you. I know exactly how you think, Nonno.” Tony had a gut feeling his grandfather was getting serious with Madeline Klein. Evidently he didn’t need any assistance in the matchmaking department. All Tony heard from the other end was silence. So, I’ve struck a nerve! Tony teased, “Chi tace acconsente. You know that’s true. He who doesn’t say anything, agrees.” “No, I don’t agree. I won’t discuss my marrying, even in jest. It is foolish. Ridiculous, even!” “I think you protest too much.” Tony chuckled. He walked onto the balcony and placed a hand on the railing. It was red hot and he pulled back, but not before burning his palm. His grandfather’s voice pulled his thoughts away from his hand. “I don’t protest. And don’t throw in my face Italian expressions I taught you, Tony. That should be against the law, tossing my own sayings back at me. If I had known you would do that I may not have taught you so many, ah, interesting things.” “Duly noted.” Tony wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans as he walked back inside the room. Closing the French door behind him, he asked, “So everything’s all right? No problems?” “Of course not. Everything here is good. And there? How is the weather? Are you going to the beach? I’m so glad, molto, you took Anna someplace sunny. Far from the craziness here. This place is really in a—how do you call it? Ah, yes, an up177
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roar.” Now that the topic had turned away from marriage Antonio’s carefully measured speech patterns came back. “We’re probably going to go for a swim here before dinner, then to the beach for a while before we turn in. I think Anna will enjoy seeing the moon above the waves. It’s warm here, but not unbearable. It’s not much hotter than it’s been at home. But, Nonno, is there anything new? Has Graham caught anyone yet? I know I’m anxious, but I just can’t wait for this whole hellacious thing to be over. It’s a damn nightmare.” The silence told him the answer before he heard his grandfather’s voice. He felt his stomach drop, even though he hadn’t really expected anything different. “No. No news. No one has been caught. But I heard, at the luncheonette, that the fire inspector released a report. The fire wasn’t an accident, the inspector said. But we all knew that, didn’t we?” “Yeah, we did. Hey, will you please thank Madeline again? I know she worked hard to set up this vacation on such short notice. I can’t thank her enough. She’s really a nice lady, isn’t she?” Tony couldn’t see his grandfather’s face, but he knew by the sound in his voice the old man was smiling. “Madelena will be pleased when I tell her what you’ve said. She liked working on your surprise. Some secrets are good. So, you and Anna have fun. Don’t worry about what is going on here. Everything should be cleared up before you bring Anna back. Have some fun for me. Give my love to your wife. I will talk to you in a few days, ragazzo.” The bum’s rush was something Antonio was good at. Most likely the comment about Madeline had brought it 178
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about. “Nonno—wait! You’ll call me if you have any news about what’s going on, right? And you’ll be careful, won’t you? Don’t take any chances and please don’t do anything crazy. Someone in town isn’t as they appear. Until Graham catches the killer, no one is safe. Remember, nothing crazy.” “Pazzo? Me? No I won’t do anything pazzo. No crazy things from me. I am merely an old man; no one will bother with me, not to worry. I am harmless, no? Me and Signor Smith and Signor Wesson. No need to worry, Tony. Ciao.”
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Chapter 27 Real Estate A palette of pinks and reds washed the sky above them as they floated lazily in Emilio’s enormous swimming pool. “This is the kind of life I could get used to. Easily.” Anna, buck naked, floated past his nose on a see-through plastic lounge. Knowing Elena wasn’t due to arrive for at least another hour, they had left their bathing suits in the guest room. “I’m not adverse to this kind of morning myself.” The cooled pool water had no effect on Tony’s sudden desire. He swam behind Anna’s lounge, then beneath it. When he surfaced it was with enough force to dislodge her. She slid, splashing, beneath the water’s surface. “What the—” Anna sputtered, skimming her slick hair back. She sounded indignant but he saw a gleam in her eyes that matched the one he knew was in his own. “You rat! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” “Uh huh.” Tony grew hard as her nipples grazed his chest. Lowering his voice, he said, “I toppled you. Now I’m going to show you why I did it.” “I’ve got a good idea why you threw me into the pool.” Licking water from her lips with a sexy smile, she grinned. “A 180
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very good idea.” “Any objections?” Maneuvering their bodies so he could reach out and grab the tiled edge of the pool, he pressed his body against hers. The soft, silken feel of Anna’s skin, so slick and inviting against his body tore a groan from somewhere deep within him. “Not one.” Tony took his time kissing her. His lips and tongue slid over hers, then along the side of her neck. He feathered kisses along the slope of her shoulder, loving the way she gave herself so willingly to his love. When she moaned, the sound of her arousal deep and primitive, he chuckled. Oh, he loved making love to his wife! He never felt as alive as when they were joined. When she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, Tony stopped holding himself in check. He slipped into Anna’s heat, silently thanking God he had been blessed with this sexy, loving woman. **** His intention was to show Anna the lighthouse first, so he drove toward the Pensacola Bay Bridge. When he paid the small toll to get onto the three-mile-long bridge, Anna gasped. “What’s wrong? Do you feel all right?” “I’m fine, Darling. It’s just…” “Just what? What is it?” “Shirley. It’s Shirley.” He wondered if she had taken leave of her senses. Maybe it was sunstroke. They were cruising the bay, the views on either side of them stunning. They’d spent the better part of the morning making love and were on a sightseeing trip most 181
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would die for. So what in the name of Sam Hill does Shirley have to do with any of this? “Anna, amore mio—explain, please. I’m confused. What does Shirley have to do with the lighthouse?” She inhaled as if she was preparing to jump off a cliff. “I realize it’s hard to believe, but she looked at my tea leaves a few days ago and saw an airplane and a bridge. When she said I’d take a trip, I nearly laughed out loud. I was sure she was mistaken. Now who’s mistaken? Hmm? She certainly made a fool out of me.” Old women and their superstitions weren’t things he was prepared to dispute. “She was right, wasn’t she? Isn’t this a great bridge? I’ve always loved the way it was built to hug the water. There’s a fishing bridge also, alongside this one—can you see it? Emilio and I have fished off it many, many times. We’ve caught some big fish here, too. Not like those little things we catch in the streams back home. We’ll have to go on an expedition while we’re here. You’ll have fun—there are a lot of interesting people on the fishing pier.” She stared at the choppy blue water beside them. “I don’t think I can go fishing. I don’t think I can kill any fish. It doesn’t feel right to me.” “I anticipated you would feel that way, Darling. We can throw any fish you catch back into the water. We won’t kill them. Sound better to you?” She angled her head and looked at him thoughtfully. “So you would have me torture the fish for your pleasure, is that the deal? We won’t kill them, simply antagonize them?” He smiled. “Think of it as entertaining them. A bit of excitement in their otherwise dull lives.” **** 182
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“Another fantastic day.” Tony turned from the window. “Don’t they have any lousy days here? I can see why Emilio’s so happy. It’s hard not to love this.” “One word. Hurricane. It’s beautiful today but I wouldn’t want to be around when one of those big storms comes blowing in off of the ocean. Count me out. I don’t want to blow away along with the patio furniture.” “So practical, always so practical.” Lying back in the chaise lounge, his gaze riveted on the horizon, he wondered how Emilio ever got the strength to leave this house. If it was his he’d never be able to go anywhere—he’d just sit here and watch the boats passing by in the intercoastal waterway. That’s it. He’d just sit, and watch. “I just don’t like hurricanes. I know some people think we’re crazy for living in the Snow Belt but I’ll take snow over a hurricane any time. At least the white stuff won’t blow me and Merlot out to sea. They scare me, hurricanes. I’ll be happy if I never get a firsthand view of one of those things.” “So I suppose you won’t consider moving to Pensacola?” It was only a half-joking comment. He’d love to own a house at the beach. Last year he and Anna had mulled over the idea of buying investment property with an inheritance she’d gotten but had dropped the idea when neither could think of an ideal location to real estate shop. They’d been considering New York properties. Maybe that had been their problem. Florida might be a better option for investing Anna’s money, if she was game to consider it. Only… “Nope, I don’t want to live here permanently. But maybe a vacation home…” “You think?” A grin spread across his face and his hopes rose. Owning a house here would be a dream come true. 183
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“I do. Why don’t we see if we can find a realtor tomorrow? Are you game?” “You know I am.” With a whoop, he leapt to his feet, grabbed Anna’s hands and pulled her up. Dancing around the lanai, he said, “You’ve made me a very happy man, tesoro mio. What can I do to make you happy?” Leaning close, her breath brushing across his ear, she purred like a well-fed cat. “Mmm…I’m sure we can think of something. Don’t you?”
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Chapter 28 Long-distance Anna stepped onto the balcony outside the bedroom, the night air warm and sultry on her skin. She was conscious of the sound of Tony’s rendition of a Puccini aria coming from the shower. With discovery dependent on the length of his shower, and the aria, she quickly dialed a familiar number. Diane answered the phone on the second ring. Anna wasted no time on chitchat. “Diane, it’s me. Fine…great…a fabulous time down here. But listen, Honey, I only have a few minutes before he gets out of the shower. What’s going on with the investigation? Did Graham find the killer yet?” Diane sounded as if she didn’t know where to begin. She stammered, obviously at a loss for words. “G-Graham? Well, he’s had his hands so full, really…no, he hasn’t found the killer yet. I hate to say it, but no.” “Hey, just fill me in on what’s happening. Are the kids all right? And Don, is he safe? What about Nonno? Nonno’s okay, isn’t he?” “Everyone’s fine.” Ice gripped Anna’s heart. “It’s not Merlot, is it? Nothing’s 185
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happened to Merlot, has it? Tell me, Diane. Just tell me the truth. I can bear it.” I hope. “No, it’s not Merlot. Really, everyone is fine. Almost everyone, anyway. I guess the big news, other than the fact we’ve still got a killer on the loose, is about Emily.” A sob caught in Diane’s throat. Anna waited while she found some measure of composure. “God, it’s terrible, Anna. Something awful’s happened to her.” “The nurse? Emily Hodges, the nurse?” “One and the same, I’m afraid. This morning one of the maintenance men at the hospital found Emily in one of the mechanical rooms. She was moaning when he spotted her on the floor, but the noise of the air handlers, whatever they are, was so loud no one could hear her until they got right next to her. No one knows how long she was on the floor beside the machinery.” Oh God, the nightmare just goes on and on and on. “What happened? Why was she on the floor?” Diane hesitated. “No one really knows. I’ve heard she’d finished the day shift and had volunteered to stay for the late shift. The nursing supervisor said Emily was supposed to be restocking a rolling linen cart, so when she was gone for a while she wasn’t missed right away. They just assumed she was out of a lot of items, and it was taking a long time to refill the cart. And then they had some kind of a ‘code’ alert, so everyone was busy with that. By the time Emily was reported missing at least two hours had passed. They began a search and it took another hour or so before the maintenance man spotted her.” It just gets worse and worse. Will this ever end? Anna asked the question haunting her since the conversa186
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tion’s start. “Is she okay?” Again her friend hesitated. “Not really. It looks like someone hit her on the head. Hard. Um, really hard. But the doctors are hopeful that when the swelling in her brain subsides she’ll be fine. Until then, they’ve got her in a druginduced coma.” Anna didn’t know what to say to the news. It was horrible at a distance. It must be even worse for everyone in town. It hurt to think of Emily in a coma, with little Mikey waiting patiently for his mommy to come home. What sort of hell are we all in? “How’s Sam, by the way? Has he been able to identify the person who killed Marge? And do they think the same person hurt Emily?” Anna glanced over her shoulder, but Tony was still in the shower. “I’ve heard Sam hasn’t been much help yet, although Don told me Graham is hoping he’ll be able to eventually assist in the investigation. Sam ingested a lethal poison. The city council was informed he lived because of his weight. He’s so large the poison didn’t kill him before he was discovered.” “How awful,” murmured Anna. “Don says the poison will keep Sam disoriented for a while. Although he’s conscious, he’s not always lucid.” Anna saw Tony hovering near the door, so she wrapped it up with Diane and turned to him. She told him what she had learned. His annoyance was obvious. “Listen, I don’t want you to become obsessed with this whole crime spree. Let’s leave it to the professionals, let them solve it all. I agree that it’s awful, and I’m not thrilled all this is happening in our quiet little town, but I really, really don’t want you to get involved. I brought you here to get you away 187
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from all of that crap. I seriously don’t want it dragged down here with us.” “So you admit it! You brought me here to get away from the murder?” She folded her arms across her chest but doubted she looked at all intimidating dressed as she was in an old Bruce Springsteen concert shirt and pink socks. “Of course I admit it.” Tony had a habit of using his hands to punctuate his words when he was agitated. Now, his hands waved through the air like exclamation points, underscoring every sentence. “I want you as far away as I can get you from any kind of deranged killer. Why is that such a surprise to you? Honestly, Anna…I don’t think I could stand it if anything happened to you.” The intense look in his dark eyes made her heart leap in her chest. She wanted to be angry at him for his over protectiveness, but couldn’t be. Instead tears filled her eyes, and a lump grew in her throat that made it nearly impossible to swallow, let alone speak. Anna crossed the room and settled herself against the warm bulk of his chest, and was comforted by the strong arms circling her. They stood together for what seemed to be a very long time. Finally Tony spoke, his voice muffled against her hair. “Graham told me today he has some definite leads on the Pilchard case. He expects the final toxicology report within forty-eight hours, and is hoping he’ll have enough evidence for an arrest. We need to be patient. This should all be over soon.” “You spoke to Graham?” Her head jerked up and she stared at him in disbelief. “You spoke to him? When exactly did you speak to him?” An oh-shit look crossed Tony’s face. He’d been caught, 188
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and he knew it. “I spoke with him today. I called him from my cell, when we were touring houses. You were looking at a laundry room, I think.” She held up her hand, cutting him off. “You spoke with Graham this afternoon, so you knew about Emily all along. Why didn’t you tell me?” She took a step back and waited. He narrowed his eyes. “Because I knew how you would react. You seem to be determined to investigate and solve this thing, and quite frankly, I don’t want my wife playing amateur detective. It could lead to danger. I’m not going to encourage that.” Encourage it? They rarely fought, but at this moment Anna was furious. She didn’t want to argue with him, but she didn’t want to speak with him any more either. She couldn’t trust herself not to say something she’d later regret. “You know what, Tony? Tonight I encourage you to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. It’s lucky for you Emilio has such a big house—you’ve got a bunch to choose from!” **** Eating in silence was killing her. The night had been long and lonely, but Anna wasn’t willing to say the first word. He’d been the one to withhold information. He should apologize. Elena served muffins and coffee. With a knowing smile, she left them alone. A few minutes passed before they heard the vacuum running in the living room, followed by the sounds of Elena’s off-key rendition of the Captain and Tennille’s “Love Will Keep Us Together”. 189
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“Subtle, isn’t she?” Tony asked. “Like being hit with a boulder.” “I’m sorry, Anna. I was being overprotective, and I know it must be aggravating. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” He looked as if he’d spent a sleepless night. The circles beneath his eyes softened her heart toward him. She wanted to stay angry but she couldn’t do it. Anna looked at him for a long moment, as if contemplating her answer. She already knew what she was going to say, but he didn’t know that. She let him wait it out. “I understand, and I forgive you. But really, you’ve got to lighten up. I’m a grown woman. I’m not in any danger, contrary to what you seem to think. Are you going to fill me in on what you know, or do I need to phone Graham myself?” He answered immediately. “There’s not much more to tell. Really. You know pretty much what I do. He didn’t tell me who he suspected, but I got the feeling the type of poison used gave him a direction in the investigation.” The usual easy feeling between them returned. Grinning, Tony took Anna in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled back he looked into her eyes, as if gauging her temperament, and asked, “So, Sherlock, we have a ten o’clock appointment with the realtor. Did you still want to keep it? Perhaps you’ve changed your mind about buying a vacation home with an information-hoarding cad like me.” Laughing, she swatted his upper arm. “I haven’t changed my mind. But later, after we’ve seen properties, I’d like it if we could find some time to try and puzzle over this. Tony, I know we can figure this thing out, especially since we’ve got the advantage of distance. It gives a better perspective, I think. What do you say? Will you help me sort through the pieces of 190
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these crimes?” “Just call me Watson.” **** All traces of the anger she’d felt earlier had long since vanished. Searching for a beach house had been too easy, almost as if part of their fate was to spend at least some of their lives in this enchanted spot. Anna couldn’t keep a smile off her face, and saw Tony couldn’t, either. The sight of his handsome face, dazzling grin and sparkling brown eyes made her heart flutter. “Two mojitas, por favor,” Tony said, charming their waitress at Casa Verde, the small Cuban restaurant they’d found near the soon-to-be-theirs house. They’d been assured by the realtor their offer would be accepted and all that was left to do was to set up a settlement date to finalize affairs. “And after that, two more.” He winked, sending the young woman into a fit of giggles. Anna watched their waitress walk away from the table with her hips sashaying so hard she looked like a cartoon character. Elena was right. Tony was a charmer. Whether the woman in his sight was young or old didn’t matter. He had something to please everyone. “Hey, let’s not get carried away.” Wiping an imaginary fleck of dust from the red-clothed table, Anna widened her eyes in mock censure. “It’s only afternoon. We don’t want to get drunk before we’ve had lunch, do we?” Tony twined his fingers in hers. “C’mon, tesoro. Let’s get carried away. We just bought a dream, didn’t we?” “Umm…we did, didn’t we?” “Uh huh. Let’s celebrate. If we drink too much, we’ll call a cab.” He winked at the waitress again, when she set their 191
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first round of drinks on the table, bringing a new wave of giggles. After she’d left, he said, “Or we can ask Carmen to give us a ride back to Emilio’s. I’m sure she would do it if we ask her nicely.” “I’m sure. Just how do you know her name is Carmen?” Anna raised a questioning brow as she lifted her drink to her lips. “Name tag. On her right breast.” A half-teasing remark about his looking at other women’s breasts died on her lips. He was saved by the trill of his cell phone. “Your pants are ringing.” “No, my jacket is ringing. Wiseass. Who could be calling us here?” Tony snapped open the phone. “Hello? Nonno, how are—what? Madeline? Okay, slow down and tell me everything. From the beginning.” His brows drew together as he listened. Anna’s pulse quickened when his eyes grew stormy. She wished she could hear the conversation, although she really didn’t need any help gauging Tony’s facial language. As adept as she was at reading her husband’s expressions, she knew it wasn’t good news. Finally, fishing in his pocket for his wallet and keys, Tony said, “We’ll get the first flight back in the morning. Stay calm, Nonno. Don’t get sick over this. We’ll be back as soon as we can. I promise.”
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Chapter 29 More Heartache Tony hadn’t slept a wink all night long. He’d paced the floor, going from room to room in Emilio’s spacious house. Just before dawn he’d tried to watch television, hoping it would lull him to sleep, but the news headlines only intensified his feelings of helplessness and anger. It didn’t matter that the news came from faraway spots like Iran and China. It only mattered that the horrors of the world suddenly felt very close to home. Close to his own heart. And too close to those he loved most. “Nonno is at the hospital, isn’t he? We should find him there, right?” The sound of the plane’s engines almost obscured Anna’s words. She spoke softly, and he leaned close to hear her. Tony cracked his knuckles as he answered. “Yeah, he’s there. Says he won’t leave until Madeline goes home. God, but he’s broken up about this whole thing. I don’t remember ever hearing him this upset. I know he feels responsible.” “Why?” “He was late picking her up yesterday afternoon. Something about not being able to find a screwdriver—don’t ask 193
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me what that’s about. All I know is he wasted time looking for one and when he finally got to Madeline’s house, she’d been hurt.” “Why wasn’t she at the travel agency? I thought she worked during the week.” His movements felt slow as he jerked his chin up and down. “She does. Apparently she and Nonno noticed the day, how nice it was, and figured they’d take a spur-of-themoment afternoon picnic break. She should have been at work instead of at the house.” “So she wasn’t supposed to be at home?” Madeline had surprised someone! “Nope. She startled an intruder. The house is a mess. I guess the guy was there when Nonno arrived. He ran through the house and out through the laundry room. Got away, damn it!” He smacked his palm against his thigh, welcoming the sting of flesh on fabric. It reminded him of the pain he’d vowed to inflict on whoever was responsible for doing this. In his mind, there was no other way to deal with a situation like this one. Someone had to pay for bringing pain to his family, and Tony was prepared to dish it out. In spades. **** A pretty blond woman had her hand on Nonno’s shoulder and for an instant Tony feared Madeline had died. She appeared to be comforting him. A little girl with the same wheat-colored hair wore blue overalls and pink sneakers and stood beside them. Sucking in a deep breath, Tony crossed the last few feet separating him from the small group. His shoes squeaked against the industrial green linoleum, drawing the child’s gaze in his direction. He put an arm around his grandfather’s 194
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shoulder. “Nonno?” “Ah, mio ragazzo. You’re here. Anna, Tony—you’ve come.” “Of course we have,” Anna said. The three of them awkwardly hugged. The woman and child stepped back but when their embrace ended Antonio reached a hand out and drew them close again. “Of course we came. How’s Madeline?” Tears pooled in Antonio’s eyes. His mouth opened, and then snapped shut. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and covered his eyes. “I’m Beth, Madeline’s daughter,” the stranger said. They shook hands all around as she spoke, giving Antonio time to compose himself. “And this is my daughter, Frances. It’s good to finally meet you both. I’ve heard so much about you—all good, I promise.” So much about us? Things between his grandfather and Madeline were obviously further along than he’d suspected. Tony didn’t have time to ponder the relationship. His attention focused on Beth. “I was just telling Antonio he can’t feel so badly about Mom’s attack. There’s no way he could have prevented this from happening. No way.” “How is your mother?” Anna asked. “The doctor told us a few minutes ago that she should be fine. She’s going to feel pretty miserable for a while, but she’ll recover. Tony, your grandfather saved my mother’s life. The sheriff told me he thinks the assailant fled because he heard your grandfather. My mother might have been killed if he hadn’t arrived when he did.” Antonio waved their words of praise away with a swipe of his hand. He looked tortured, and tired. 195
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When Frances complained of being hungry, the women left for the cafeteria. Tony saw a group of blue vinyl chairs a short distance down the hall. “Come on, let’s sit. You can tell me what happened.” Antonio’s gaze went from the chairs to the entrance of Madeline’s room. Tony knew he was gauging the distance between the two. “Non lontano, Nonno. It’s not far. Not far at all. It’s fine, I promise. I’ll watch the door from the chair. Now, come. Sit and tell me what happened yesterday.” “I don’t know what happened.” Antonio spread his arms wide and shrugged as he followed Tony. They sat. “I got to the house. This person—someone, I don’t know who or why—ran for the door. I asked myself, What is going on here? It happened so fast. Very fast. I don’t know what happened, Tony. I just don’t know. All I know,” he said, raising his voice as his finger jabbed the air, emphasizing every word that came from his mouth, “is that when I find this bastard I’m gonna make him regret he ever laid a finger on my Madelena.”
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Chapter 30 Disappointment “You’re dripping.” Beth gently wiped the splash with a paper napkin, smearing the mess around rather than removing it. “They make these things too small.” Anna handed a wad of napkins across the table. “They must be made by a bunch of old men who never eat drippy ice cream cones. What do you think, Frances?” The child laughed as her mother gave up the battle to mop up the chocolate tracks threatening to drop off her chin. “Yeah, old men…they should eat some ice cream!” “Yes, they should. Maybe then they would know we need big, fat, paper napkins for wiping up the mess!” Anna had already fallen in love with Beth’s daughter, and they’d only been in the cafeteria a few minutes. She was smart and sweet, funny and had a playful glint in her eyes that made Anna wish once more she and Tony had children of their own to love. She wouldn’t have minded a sticky chocolate mess to wipe up. “You’ve made a friend,” Beth said. “So has she. She’s wonderful.” Anna meant it. “She’ll do. I’ll keep her. I’m not sure what Antonio has 197
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told you about us, about his friendship with my mom…” The words trailed off, the questions left hanging between them. “Nothing. I’m sorry to say, he’s been pretty tight-lipped about his relationship with your mother.” Anna hated to admit they were clueless. Why hadn’t Antonio told them anything about any of this? Beth sipped her coffee, nodding. “The religion thing. They do take it seriously, I’m afraid. I think it’s absolutely irrelevant, but who am I to say anything?” “That’s it? The reason they act like they aren’t involved?” “That’s it. It’s stupid, I think. I don’t mean to offend you but really, they’re both getting on in years. Who cares what religion they are? Isn’t it more important that they care for each other?” Anna finished her coffee. She leaned across the table and wiped a line of melted ice cream from the child’s wrist before she answered. “I agree. I hope they can get past the whole Catholic/Jewish thing, and soon. No one’s getting any younger.” Turning her coffee cup in circles on the Formica tabletop, Beth seemed to consider her words before she spoke. When she looked up, she had tears in her eyes. “My husband, Alan, moved out three weeks ago. He’s already filed for divorce. It wasn’t a surprise. I saw it coming. We’re getting used to being on our own, Francie and I. Antonio has been great through all of this, a big help. Especially with Francie.” “I’m sorry,” Anna began. Beth stopped her with her hand. She dabbed at her eyes with one of the paper napkins and looked like she’d feel better if the whole matter was dropped. Silently they watched Frances finish her ice cream cone. When she was done, they mopped her up, making her look 198
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presentable in short order. “I don’t mean to be intrusive, but I still don’t know what happened to your mother.” “She went home early. She heard movement in the library, thought it was Antonio. She called out to him. Then she felt something around her neck. She doesn’t remember much more than that, besides struggling with a very strong person wearing white running shoes.” “A strange thing to notice—running shoes.” “At one point she was bent over, and saw the shoes.” “Did the attacker say anything?” “Not that she’s said. Mom said the first thing she heard was Antonio’s voice. She heard him calling her, and wanted to answer but couldn’t. The tension around her neck loosened. She fell. There’s a bump on her forehead that shows just how hard the floor is. Anyhow, she said Tony’s grandfather picked her up and unwrapped the cord from around her neck. He held her until the ambulance came.” “So he probably did save her.” Anna had never pictured Antonio as a romantic hero, but obviously he was. “That’s what we think. Ugh…I’ve got to go to Mom’s later. I’m not looking forward to it. The police need to know if anything’s missing, so I’ll have to take a look.” Beth shuddered when she spoke. Wrapping her arms around herself, she shook her head. “Just a crummy thing to have to do, you know? Go through your mom’s stuff looking for what some creep stole.” “If you want, I’ll go with you. Unless you’d prefer to go alone,” Anna offered. “You don’t mind?” “Not a bit.” 199
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“Thanks, I’d love to have the company. It won’t seem so horrid if I’m not alone. Now I’ve just got to figure out what to do with the kidlet. I don’t want her to see the mess.” “I think I can help with that, too.” Anna made a quick call. Diane didn’t mind having an extra child. It would be a good diversion for Frances to be the center of attention at Diane’s house. And it would give Beth and Anna a chance to scour Madeline’s place for clues. Unfortunately it, too, was now a crime scene. **** The magnitude of the struggle was apparent when they saw Madeline’s library. The polished wood floor was covered with papers and pieces of small furniture, lamps and various decorative items. Anna and Beth gasped in unison. They stood in the arched doorway and surveyed the scene. There wasn’t a single spot on the floor empty enough to accommodate a footstep. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this,” said Beth. “I’m so glad Francie isn’t here.” Anna scooped up a pile of papers from just inside the door. “This looks like it was a pretty serious search. A mess like this doesn’t happen quickly. The intruder took the time to really pick through everything in the room. I wonder what he wanted?” They looked at the heaps of papers strewn about the room. Anna couldn’t believe it was valuables the intruder wanted. Silver candlesticks lay on the rug. What appeared to be expensive plates lined the fireplace mantle and unless she was mistaken there were three Fabergé eggs in a glass display case against one wall. This was no random breaking-and-entering. 200
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“You’re right. This was a deliberate search. But what the heck could Mom have that would make someone do something like this?” Anger tinged Beth’s words. In the short hours they had spent together, Anna had grown to like and respect Madeline’s daughter. She put a calming hand on Beth’s arm. “You really need to look closely, and work hard to try and figure out what’s missing. I’ll help you. Maybe we’ll find a clue among the chaos.” They spent the first hour of the clean-up effort putting the larger items back where they belonged and piling up the papers. Tired and dusty, they were disappointed when they didn’t find any clues. “You know, I can’t believe a robber would leave these coins. My mother has a lot of them.” She fingered the collector’s pieces, putting them back into the large wooden storage box her mother kept them in. “None missing. They’re small, easy to carry. Valuable. Why leave them behind?” That same thought had crossed Anna’s mind. There were too many small items of great value still here. She looked at the stacks of papers on top of the cherry wood desk. What else could it be? “The papers.” **** “Wow. Your mother is a saver.” Anna handed Beth a receipt from a washing machine purchased in 1964. The paper was brittle with age. “She’s got every receipt for any appliance she’s bought for the past fifty years.” Beth smiled and stared at the yellowed piece of paper. “My mother is a saver, all right. I think it borders on compulsive.” “At least it’s not all thrown in a big box. She’s got everything filed really well. It’s so organized that she can see it all at a glance.” 201
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“I guess. What are those?” Beth pointed to a large stack on the floor next to Anna. “Looks like quite a collection, that one.” Anna patted the pile. It was one she’d enjoyed making. “I hadn’t known your mother is an avid gardener. These are all gardening tips and articles. This one is about table scraps and composting, and the joys of using well-rotted compost.” She rifled through the sheets. “This one is about deadheading flowers.” She shuffled some more of the stack. “And this one is all about the dangerous aspects of fertilizer use and overuse.” Beth shook her head. “You’ve read them all?” “Just skimmed them, mostly. I’m a gardening nut, too.” They finished up and piled the restored files on Madeline’s desk. Every piece of scattered paper had been reorganized except for one. It was a small receipt. Anna handed it to Beth. “We must have missed the spot for this one.” “Mom will know where it goes. I’ve had enough filing for one night. I didn’t find anything unusual here. Did you?” Scanning the orderly stacks, Anna had to admit defeat. Everything seemed to be as it should. There were no glaring omissions or gaps in the system screaming for attention. It was impossible to hide her disappointment. “I thought we’d find something. I hate to say it, but there’s nothing here.”
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Chapter 31 Keeping Busy The tomato hit the boiling water with a satisfying plop. Anna dropped several others into a big pot, moving them around with a wooden spoon until she was out of space. As soon as the red skins began to crack, she scooped them out of the pot and into a bowl of ice water. She peeled and cored them, then put the tomatoes into a large saucepan. After she added fresh basil, she adjusted the flame beneath the pan. The aroma of warming tomatoes quickly filled the comfortable room. Canning was a chore she never minded. Stirring the bubbling sauce gave her time to contemplate, to try and unsnarl the facts swirling inside her head. Stirring should have been soothing, but by the time the tomatoes were ready to be jarred Anna felt as well mixed as the sauce. She was no closer to solving the mysteries of the past week. No closer at all. Mechanically she ladled tomato sauce into hot jars, released the air bubbles and tightened the lids. Then she lowered the jars into a boiling water bath and checked the time. The old-timers called it putting by—she called it plain, old-fashioned thrift. The garden produced more tomatoes 203
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than they could use during the summer. Why waste good food? The mindless task of washing up gave Anna even more time to think. Through the window above the sink she saw Merlot sunning herself on the back porch. She reminded Anna of something, but what? The sight of the cat stirred her memory, but the exact thought she struggled to pull to the front of her mind eluded her, as slippery as one of the ice cubes melting in the drain. She felt doubly frustrated as she put the last clean pot away in the pantry. Anna closed the pantry door with a bang. The jars still had twenty minutes to process so she grabbed a cold cappuccino drink from the fridge and went outside. On the porch Merlot sleepily lifted her head, one green eye open and one kept tightly closed. “Buon giorno, Merlot. Mind if I sit with you for a few minutes?” The large animal stretched, and as she curled back into a ball on the rocker, she began purring. Anna sat in the empty rocker nearest to the one Merlot occupied. If she hadn’t looked so content Anna would have picked the cat up and held her. But, between the sleeping and rumbling, Anna knew it would be mean to disturb such comfort. “I’ll take that as an affirmative, Darling. I see Tony is watching us closely, isn’t he?” She waved at her husband, smiling as he waved back. His perch on the garage roof gave him a full view of the house. The sound of his hammer striking the roof cut through the air. The task of the day was shingle replacement. Anna knew the chore had gone to the top of Tony’s to-do list only because it had such a good vantage point. The joys of home ownership. Anna watched him nail another shingle to the roof. There was always something wrong with 204
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the house, something to be fixed, replaced, or patched, but they loved the old place. There were times she thought she loved it more because it had been patched and fixed so often. Anna saw him scan the horizon before returning his attention to the roof. She felt the anxiety behind his casual glance. It was no secret he’d planned to stay in Florida until this mess had ended. Only Nonno could have brought their vacation to an early conclusion. Now, between Madeline and the rest of it, they were more on edge than they had been before they’d gone away but there was no helping that. “Not very comforting, is it, Merlot? Graham’s as baffled as the rest of us.” Merlot’s reply was a big, silent yawn. She opened one eye and stared at Anna for several heartbeats. Then she closed her eye, rested a paw across her nose and purred even louder. “You’re cute, but not very helpful. What was I trying to remember this morning, anyway? I hate it when this happens. It’s like a thought is on the tip of your mind, rather than on your tongue. You don’t have that problem, do you? There’s something I’m missing, but what is it?” Anna put her toe against the floorboards and pushed. The chair rocked. Tony hammered on the garage roof. The orange cat purred. Even without any distractions, Anna couldn’t grasp the thought that eluded her. It was like trying to grab smoke. She kept getting close to recalling the idea niggling her, but when she tried to close her mind around it, it vanished. A glance at her watch told her the tomatoes were ready to come out of the water bath. She gave her beloved cat one final stroke before she rose and reached for the back door handle. Anna wasn’t done wrestling with her mind and its 205
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hard-to-pin-down memories but the tomatoes wouldn’t wait. **** Frances nestled on Antonio’s lap in the small lounge area at the far end of the hallway. His white hair touched the little girl’s curly blond cap. The scene was one of utter contentment. Anna saw immediately how comfortable they were together. Antonio read aloud. “Beneath the roots of the red oak tree the princess found a small nut. The nut was fat and brown, and was already starting to grow. The princess knew she could plant the nut. She wiped the warm black dirt off it and dropped it in her soft pocket. She—” He stopped when she approached. “Anna! Buon giorno! Francie, look who’s here.” “Good morning, Nonno. Frances.” Anna kissed Antonio’s cheek. Before she straightened, Frances placed a kiss on his cheek, too. The child giggled when she saw the chocolate spot she left on Antonio’s cheek. With one small finger, very carefully she wiped the chocolate away. Anna watched the process with rapt attention, entranced by the small act of love. It was given freely and accepted easily, and she felt the closeness between adult and child. “Morning, Anna. Tonio said you’d come today. He got me a cookie, see?” She held out the last bite of a chocolate chip cookie for inspection. “Was it good?” “Uh huh. Want a bite?” “No thanks, I’ll pass. Is your Mommy visiting your Grandma?” “Uh huh. You can go in if you want to. Tonio’s reading to me. We’re just gettin’ to the bestest part.” Antonio pressed the book open and glanced down at the 206
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pages before he looked back up at Anna. “Madelena will be happy to see you. And Beth, she told me all you did last night. Grazie. You are a good woman. My grandson is a lucky man.” Anna saw moisture in his eyes. She felt her own begin to water. “I’m the lucky one, Nonno. No thanks needed, either. I was glad to lend a hand.” Antonio gestured toward the elevator. “Where is Tony?” “He dropped me off, said he was going to stop and speak with Graham. Then Tyrone. He promised not to be long. I bet he’ll be here soon. Probably before you finish your book.” Beth’s smile was wide when she entered the room. Anna was pleased to see Madeline sitting up in bed. “I thought you’d stop by today. We’re so glad to see you, aren’t we, Mom?” “We are.” Madeline’s voice was raspy. There were angrylooking bruises on her neck. “Don’t talk, please. I’ve brought you some homemade applesauce. I hope it soothes your throat.” Madeline smiled her gratitude and accepted the small jar. The cheerful pink ribbon looked shockingly out of place in the dreary room. Anna was glad to have brought a bit of color to the space. Color that isn’t on Madeline’s neck. She camouflaged the shudder that seized her by turning to examine a row of get well cards tacked to a corkboard on the wall. There were several. Before she could comment, Beth spoke. “Mom had a peaceful night. She was able to sleep well, weren’t you, Mom?” “I’m happy to hear that, Madeline. You really had us all worried. I’m so glad you’ll be making a full recovery.” “Anna helped me straighten up your house yesterday af207
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ternoon. Remember the mess in the library? Anna was great. She really put everything back in its place.” Anna felt embarrassed by the grateful look Madeline sent her way. “Just part of being a librarian, I guess. The need to see a library in order.” “The doctor said he may let Mom out of here as early as tomorrow. I’m trying to talk her into coming home with me and Francie, at least for a while. Francie would love having her stay with us. I would, too.” Anna thought it was a great idea. She wasn’t sure the mysterious intruder had gotten what he had been looking for, and didn’t like the thought of Madeline being alone if he returned. A second round with the criminal might not end as well as the first one had. “I think it’s a smart idea.” “Yeah, everyone does—except Mom.” Beth stared pointedly at her mother, showing her disapproval in no uncertain terms. “She’s the one who’s being stubborn about this.” “I’m fine. It’s just a sore throat.” “It’s more than a sore throat. And you know it. The doctor said you’re to rest for at least two weeks. Your vocal chords are injured. You’ve got to give them a chance to heal. Just put my mind at ease, won’t you? Just come home with us. I’ll feel so much better if you do.” Madeline smiled. “Come home with me, then.” Beth looked surprised by her mother’s words. “To your house?” Madeline nodded. She grimaced, and put a slim hand to her bruised neck. “Um, your house. Hmm. I have to wonder how safe it is for Frances. I’m sorry to say this, Mom, but in light of what’s 208
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happened there, I’m not sure I can do that. What if the crazy person comes back, and I’ve put Francie in danger? No, I don’t think I can do it.” Madeline scowled. It was easy to see she had lots she wanted to say, but her throat was keeping her silent. “I wouldn’t put you in danger, Beth,” she said reproachfully. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just saying I’m worried about Frances. I’m concerned about both of you, for Pete’s sake. I have to do what’s best for both you and Frances. It’s not easy to figure this thing out, but I will. Just give me some time to think it through, okay?” Anna watched this generational dilemma and wished she had a good solution to their problems, but she didn’t. She could understand both positions. Each was valid. “Antonio will keep us safe.” The younger women looked at each other in surprise. Neither was quite certain what the correct response to this new information should be. “At your house?” asked Beth. Madeline nodded. She looked shyly at Anna. Anna realized Madeline was worried about offending her. Anna straightened her shoulders, containing her joy behind a noncommittal, politically correct smile. “That’ll work,” she said, and turned to face Beth. They were entering into uncharted territory. “Don’t you think with Antonio in the house things should be fairly secure? I’m sure he’ll be conscious of doors and windows, and he’s a light sleeper. He wakes quickly, one of those people who wake up in full control of their wits.” “Not like me,” said Beth. “Takes me ten minutes and two cups of coffee before I have a clue in the morning!” 209
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“Not Nonno. He wakes up as if he’s never even been asleep to begin with.” “You’ve spoken with Antonio about this?” Beth asked her mother. The look Madeline gave them was answer enough. Anna and Beth realized at the same moment the matter had already been resolved. Madeline was not asking them. She was telling them. “Perhaps Graham will post one of his men on the street outside the house? A stake-out of sorts?” Anna asked, bringing attention off Madeline. Beneath her daughter’s scrutiny, she had begun to fidget, nervously clasping and unclasping her hands. Beth looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke. “I could ask him. Are you sure about this, Mom? My house is further removed from this mess. Antonio is welcome to come along with us, if that would satisfy you.” Madeline’s eyebrows rose in shocked silence. Oh no. Bad choice of words. Madeline shook her head. It was apparent Madeline’s mind was set and there was no way to change it. “No. We’ll be staying at my house when I go home tomorrow. Antonio and I have already decided.” “There’s no talking you out of this, is there?” Beth sighed. “No. It’s settled, Bethie,” Madeline said softly. “All settled.”
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Chapter 32 Answers “Okay, Graham. What’s going on?” Wrinkled uniform, weary eyes and slightly slumped posture made Graham seem older than his years. Tony knew he had most likely spent another sleepless night. He held out a steaming container of coffee. “You look like you need this, Pal. What dragged you around the block by your cuffs? You look beat.” Graham accepted the cup with a grateful smile. He sat down behind his cluttered desk with a thud. Papers and Fed Ex wrappers littered the space. Three empty Styrofoam containers indicated this was not his first coffee of the morning. “Thanks. I was hoping you’d stay in Florida until after this thing was taken care of. You came back too soon.” “Didn’t want to, believe me. So you didn’t miss me, huh? I can’t believe you didn’t miss my handsome face.” It was familiar banter. Graham’s mother had always called them the boys with the handsome faces. “It wasn’t your homely mug I hoped to avoid, although I wasn’t as distressed by its absence as you’d like to think. No, I knew you would be right back in my office, hounding me relentlessly until I solved the whole deal. I was right, too. 211
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You’re back in town for less than a day and here you are, breaking my chops. Don’t you have anything else to do besides bug me?” “Listen, if you’d hurry up and solve this crime spree I could get back to living my own life. I figure since you’re having so much trouble doing your job, maybe I should give you a hand. Damn, Graham, what’s going on here? Murder, arson, nurses getting bashed on the head—now old ladies being strangled in their own homes! How much worse can this get?” Tony scratched his forehead as if a bee buzzed around him. That’s how it felt, like some annoying thing was sticking him over and over in the head. The last time he hadn’t been agitated had been in the little Cuban restaurant in Florida, just before his cell began ringing. Since then, his life had been one bad moment after another. Judging by the look on Graham’s face, nothing was going to improve any time soon. “Don’t even say that. It could always get worse. It’s maddening, I know. I’ve had my men working night and day on the issues you’ve so succinctly itemized for me.” “Any leads? I know you can’t tell me anything specific, but do you have anything? At all? Everybody’s pretty shook up by what’s happened, especially with Madeline Klein. Shit, Graham, she’s my grandfather’s friend. His girlfriend, maybe.” Graham pointed to the door and said, “Give that a shove, will you?” Tony nudged it closed with the toe of his boot. “We do have some leads. I’m not compromising anything by running it past you. Hell, I’ve already told you most of it anyway. We’ve figured out a few items, but we’re still missing pieces of the puzzle. Big pieces.” 212
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“Still think this is the work of one lunatic? Or are you looking for more than one perp?” “Perp?” Tony grinned. Graham laughed out loud. The televisioninspired jargon had the desired effect, lowering the tension to a more comfortable level. “You heard me. Perp. I know that’s what you flatfoots say behind closed doors.” “Flatfoot?” “Yeah, flatfoot. I watch television. I know how it’s done. You capice my lingo, I know you do. Don’t act all surprised with me.” Graham emptied his coffee cup before he set it on his desk. “You’re not going to use a rubber hose on me, are you?” “Not unless you force me to. But I will if I have to, old chum. You’d best spill the beans, before I come down hard on your ragged behind.” “I give up, don’t work me over. I confess!” Graham held his hands in the air. “So what’s the deal? I know you and Tyrone are leaning toward arson at the mill. I consulted with the fire investigator Tyrone called in. He asked for a basic lesson on post and beam construction. I think—I hope—I was some help to the guy.” Graham nodded and fiddled with the empty cup. “You were. A lot of help, actually. We thought you were the most logical guy for the investigator to consult. You know your stuff about old construction. How to keep your mouth shut. It’s not a simple matter to trust a civilian to keep quiet about an ongoing investigation.” Tony smiled before he spoke. “I appreciate the vote of confidence. I’m just glad I was able to help the guy.” 213
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“Tyrone told me you confirmed their theory about the fire being deliberately set. Your explanation about the building’s construction substantiated their ideas about how it burned.” “Great.” “You didn’t tell Anna you were consulted on the fire, did you?” “No, I didn’t. It’s not easy to keep anything from her, but I don’t want her poking around in this investigation. She’s pretty damn good at solving things. Honestly, she picks up on crap most people miss. I just don’t want her figuring this one out and making someone angry. That’s why I took her away.” Graham hesitated before he spoke. When he did, all teasing was gone from his voice. “You should have stayed away, Tony.” “I would have, except my grandfather’s girlfriend nearly got herself killed in her own house, remember?” “How could I forget?” “Just solve this thing, okay? So is it more than one person?” Graham spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve got me,” he admitted. He ran his fingers through his already messy hair as he stared across the desk. “There are times I’m certain it’s got to be more than one person. Other times I’m absolutely sure it’s the lone gunman theory at work. I just don’t know, man. If there is only one perp, as you so accurately put it, there has to be some kind of link to all the events. Some sort of common factor. I’ve yet to figure that part out. What reason would one person have for committing all these crimes?” The two men sat in silence. The only sound was the 214
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clock’s tick. Tony gestured to the stacks of papers on the desk. “What are you getting out of all of that mess?” “I know the Pilchards were poisoned. Toxicology lab in Detroit has the samples. Their lab is an FBI facility with the latest bells and whistles, so they’ll be able to determine the exact compounds in the poison. We know it’s much more sophisticated than the usual rat poison or drug overdose, so we’ve got to assume we’re dealing with a superior criminal mind.” “That’s not good.” “That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Since we’re already confidentially consulting on this, we may as well go all the way.” Tony grinned. “Be gentle with me. This is my first criminal investigation. I’m not as experienced as you are.” “Don’t worry; I’ll go easy on you. As far as the mill fire, the leads all point to arson. Again, the final determination about the accelerant hasn’t been faxed to Ty. There was some initial mix-up at the fire lab—wouldn’t you know it?—and we had to gather and submit a second sample. Just one of those things that can happen during an investigation, only you always hope it doesn’t happen during your investigation. But it did, so we all have to be patient and just deal with it.” “But you’re certain it was arson?” Graham nodded. “No doubt; the way the structure burned and the traces of chemical compounds Ty’s crew pulled from the pieces all point to arson. Why would anyone burn the old mill? That’s a separate issue. Trying to follow a few ideas on that score, but so far we’ve been unable to pin that one down.” 215
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“What’s the deal with Emily Hodges? When we spoke on the phone, you seemed sure she was assaulted.” Graham let out a pent-up breath. The long whoosh seemed to deflate him. “She’s still in the coma, but the doctor is positive the injuries indicate an assault. It’s unlikely she deliberately, or even accidentally, fell on her head and knocked herself silly. I mean, she suffered a great deal more than a runof-the-mill tap on the noggin. It was a serious blow. Even as late as yesterday afternoon her doctors were considering doing some god-awful procedure to alleviate the pressure inside her head. Sounds horrible. Involves drilling some holes in the skull, if I understood correctly.” They sat in silence for a moment. “Did they do it?” “As of yesterday, it was still a possibility, but no, they were holding off. They’re hoping the drugs will bring a change in her condition. But I’m sure she was bashed over the skull with a very hard object by someone who’s pretty strong.” Tony’s brows rose. “Who would do that? Who would purposefully smash someone over the head like that?” Graham shrugged. “There’s the question I’ve been throwing around since it happened. Emily can’t help me answer it, so I’ll have to work on it by myself.” “An irate hospital employee?” “Emily is fairly low on the list of personnel irate employees want to knock off. Everyone we’ve interviewed seems genuinely shocked, and frightened, and her colleagues have all spoken highly of her. A young, single mother, working hard, willing to work extra shifts for any other nurse at Good Sam’s. She’s great with patients, even the difficult ones. Her 216
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supervisor praised her up and down. Sideways, even. We haven’t heard one single thing that would lead me to believe anyone would intentionally harm the woman.” “But someone did.” “Apparently.” “So there must be at least one person who wants to harm likable Emily. Who? And why?” “There you go—you’re becoming an ace investigator already.” Graham said, then smiled. “You’re nearly ready to be a first-class flatfoot in your own right, my friend.” Tony waved his fist in Graham’s direction. “Enough, old man. I’m only just realizing this cop stuff isn’t as easy as I thought it was. I thought you guys ate donuts and drove around in flashy cars all day long, just playing with your sirens.” “Watch it…don’t start making cracks about my siren. Just stick to the facts.” “So you’re thinking it was a hospital job, or not? I can’t imagine an outsider would be aware of any remote mechanical room. I certainly didn’t know areas like that exist. I never really thought about it, though. It’s on the list of hospital rooms I don’t want to visit—like the morgue.” Tony realized he was only half joking. He really didn’t want to find out about the morgue. “You probably won’t even realize you’re visiting the morgue when you finally get there, so it won’t bother you a bit.” Tony shuddered. “You’re giving me the creeps, man. Stop talking about me in the morgue, will you? It’s seriously something I don’t want to think about.” “Fine, civilian. Keep your head buried in the sand if it lets 217
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you sleep soundly at night. Back to the subject, I haven’t been able to discover one solitary hospital employee who bears a grudge against this lady. No motive, Tony. I’m completely without a reason for this one. I’ve got to admit I have absolutely no clues on the whole incident.” “No wonder you look so crappy.” “I feel lousy, believe me. I haven’t slept soundly since Marge Pilchard was killed. I don’t think I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep until I get to the bottom of this. I still contend,” he said with an exasperated snort, “there has to be a connection. All of it, it’s connected…I just know it.” “Even with Emily?” “Sure, it’s got to be connected somehow. No random crime here. I don’t know how I know it, I just do.” “How do you know it wasn’t just some crackpot who felt like taking some batting practice?” “I feel it in my gut. Emily Hodges wasn’t the victim of a random act of violence, take my word for it.” “You’re the expert. If your gut is speaking, I won’t be the one to doubt it.” He looked past Graham’s rumpled uniform, beyond the dark circles rimming his eyes. He looked deeper, to the old friend he’d known since childhood. Tony saw a man at the end of his resources, in need of refueling. An idea came to mind. “Why don’t you come over to the house tonight and have one of Anna’s dinners? It’ll make you feel better to have a decent meal inside you. You really do look like crap.” “Thanks so much for your keen observation. It makes me feel so much better.” “Come on, you know what I mean. Let my wife cook for you.” “I appreciate the offer. Really I do, but I have a crime or two to work on here. I can’t just go away from the station and 218
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leave it all behind. Your invitation does sound enticing, though, I’ll admit.” “You’ve got to eat.” “I’ll probably phone in for food again. The broccoli, shrimp, and rice from Lu’s Chinese Kitchen is pretty good.” “You can’t eat Lu’s every night. Come over to eat, nothing more. No long visit, just food. We don’t even have to chat if you don’t want to. I guarantee you’ll feel, and look, better after a square meal.” Graham eyed him dubiously. “You’re sure? If I come to eat, I’ll really have to get back right after dinner. I won’t be able to stay and shoot the breeze with you. I don’t have time, Tony. This thing just isn’t solving itself. I’m really in a bind here.” “I understand, and Anna will too. Come to eat and run, and it’ll be fine. At least you’ll have some good food. Who knows? Maybe it’ll help you solve your crime wave. How’s six?” “Six is great. Thanks. I can always count on you, man. This means a lot to me.” Tony rose from the battered chair and put his hand on the doorknob. He turned toward Graham and gave his friend a long look. “Don’t go getting all mushy on me. Not now. Not ever. You know I can still box your ears. Don’t make me do it!” As Tony walked down the corridor, he could hear his old friend’s chuckle. It was accompanied by the sound of papers being shuffled on the desk. **** “It’s the only sensible solution, Nonno.” The old man scowled, uncharacteristically agitated. “But I 219
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want to say this to you: I will be sleeping in a separate room. At no time will Madelena’s virtue be in question. This I cannot allow. There will be nothing improper taking place, nothing at all. Capisce?” “Io capisco, I understand everything. You’ll be guarding her. Nothing more. Although, you are two consenting adults, and no one needs to know what really goes on in your private lives—” “No! This will not do! There will be no mention of that with Madelena. She is a good woman. We are adults, yes, but we have standards. The subject is closed. Her virtue is unquestionable. I will stay to protect her from the criminal who walks among us, and that’s all.” Antonio crossed his broad arms across his chest and nodded his head one final time. Had they not been in the hospital corridor, Tony might have laughed out loud at the stubborn set to his grandfather’s features. It was far better than the look of remorse Nonno had worn yesterday. Anna and Beth walking toward them caught their attention. The pair spoke animatedly, gesturing with their hands. Tony wondered what was up. “Hi, Darling. Beth. What are you two talking about? You looked excited about something.” The women looked at each other. It was a no-brainer to spot the conspiracy between them. “What gives, Anna? I know you too well.” “Beth and I were just discussing Madeline’s house. We didn’t check the backyard yesterday when we were there, that’s all. The attacker may have left a clue when he ran out. We just realized we never even looked.” “Antonio, didn’t you say someone ran out the back door 220
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when you went into Mom’s house?” Beth smoothed a lock of hair off Francie’s forehead. The child lay sleeping, curled up on a nearby chair. “Sì. I walked in through the garage. I saw someone running out the back door. I wish I had gotten a better look at the scoundrel, but I went to find Madelena. She was all I could think about.” “It’s wonderful that you put my mother first. I can never thank you enough for doing what you did. I know you saved her life.” “Beth and I are going to go over to the house and look around the backyard. Beth will be able to spot anything unusual.” Tony shook his head before the words were even out of Anna’s mouth. This was the reason he had taken her to Florida. He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist investigating on her own. Couldn’t she see the danger? “Not a good idea. I don’t think you should snoop around. Let Graham do his job.” “Graham’s not getting the job done,” Anna said, each word sounding like the accusation it was. “You know it and I know it. Graham knows it and everyone in town knows it, too. This has got to end, and soon. Beth and I will be perfectly safe. Besides, it’s broad daylight!” Tony took a deep breath before he answered. “You can tell Graham exactly what you think of his skills tonight during dinner. I invited him to the house. He looks as if he hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks. Your cooking will do him some good.” “Great idea, Darling. I’ll grill some vegetables with pasta for dinner. But I’ll still have time to stop over at Madeline’s with Beth.” “You won’t give up on the idea? Even though I don’t like it?” 221
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“No, I won’t. I’m sorry it displeases you, but it won’t take long. Maybe we’ll learn something to help put an end to this nightmare. I’ve got to try, Tony. You know I’ve got to do it.” He knew when he was licked. “Fine. We’ll all go.” “Are you certain we won’t be keeping you from anything?” asked Beth. Tony shook his head. “Nothing that can’t wait. I have to stop by the Pilchards to drop off some building materials, but I can do that after we go to your mother’s house. Nonno, I think you should come with us.” Antonio sat down on one of the hard plastic chairs. He placed a protective hand on the sleeping child. “No, Tony. I will stay with Madelena.” “But, Antonio, Mom is going to take a nap after she finishes her lunch. Besides, you are at the house as much as I am. Maybe more. You’d certainly be able to spot anything out of place there. You might really help solve Mom’s crime if you come with us.” Tony was pleased when his grandfather consented. Beth’s method of persuasion had been gentle but effective. “Bueno, sì. Sì, I will go along with you then. To help.” Tony scooped the child up off the chair. Her small body settled against his chest and he felt her sleepy warmth. She never woke up, not even when he set her in the back seat of Beth’s car and fastened a safety belt around her. Tony could see why his grandfather was so smitten by the little girl. She certainly was adorable. Antonio rode to Madeline’s house with Beth and Frances. Anna and Tony rode in his truck. He was grateful for a few minutes of privacy. 222
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“Tony, I knew there was something I’d forgotten when we went to Madeline’s house. I might be wrong, but what if there’s something we missed in the backyard? We thought for sure we’d find the answer in the library, but we didn’t. Maybe we looked in the wrong place. It’s worth a try.” “You’re right. At any rate, it can’t hurt to look. I spoke to Graham and he’s as baffled about this as everyone else is. Maybe you’re right to try and figure it out. I know you’re great at this sort of thing, but I just don’t want you to get hurt. Understand?” “Capisco, tesoro mio. Why don’t we work together? Maybe we can solve this so we get back to living our quiet, peaceful lives. What do you think?” She unbuckled her seat belt and slid across the seat to sit beside him while he drove. He reached an arm around Anna’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him. “I think it’s the most sensible solution. We should be working together instead of being at odds with each other. You have to promise me, though, that you won’t do anything that’ll put you in danger. No investigating on your own. We use the buddy system, okay?” “You got it. Buddy.” “So that’s settled. What now?” Anna shrugged, her breast brushing enticingly against his side. He wished they were going home instead of to Madeline’s backyard. Better yet, to the house at the beach. They’d barely had time to register the fact in their minds, and lives, that they’d purchased a house in Florida. Everything else happened so quickly they’d almost forgotten. Steering with one hand, Tony squeezed Anna’s shoulder. He couldn’t wait until this mess was behind them and they could move on to other, 223
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more important, things. Like living. And love. And, hopefully, making children. “Let’s see what we can turn up at Madeline’s. I know we must be overlooking something.” Anna sounded confident. A police cruiser was stationed across the street when they pulled up to the house. He saw the patrolman make a note on his clipboard as they parked in the empty driveway. They entered through the garage. Tony noticed how comfortable his grandfather seemed to be in the house. “We did a good job straightening up, didn’t we? And it’s good to see everything is still in place.” Beth ran her hand across the surface of a low table. “It looks just like it did when we left it,” Anna agreed. “Show me what was out of place when you arrived.” Tony gently settled still-sleeping Frances on the sofa in the library. Anna and Beth explained what they had discovered, and what they had done. Tony looked around at the orderly room. “So you didn’t find anything missing?” Beth shook her head. “Not that I could tell. The expensive items are all here, aren’t they, Antonio?” He nodded and Beth continued. “Anna and I were sure the papers would tell us what the person was after, but we really didn’t find anything out of order. It was strange.” “It’s not easy to figure out someone else’s filing system, but Madeline is pretty meticulous and organized. It all went back together fairly quickly. We didn’t see any glaring omissions, though,” Anna agreed. “Or additions,” Beth added. Anna tilted her head. “Wait…didn’t we have one extra piece?” “You’re right. We did have one leftover piece of paper. It 224
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didn’t have a corresponding file, did it? I stuck it into the middle drawer, right here.” Beth pulled a scrap of paper out of the desk. They all leaned forward for a closer look. It was a receipt. “Bah! It’s just a receipt.” Antonio frowned at the piece of paper. “Not just any old receipt—it’s a receipt without a home. Beth and I put all of the receipts back into their corresponding files. This one didn’t have a file. So the question is: where is the file this particular receipt belongs in?” “Ah…” The old gentleman seemed interested again. “What is it a receipt for?” Tony asked. Beth scrutinized her mother’s handwriting. She had a look of smug satisfaction on her face when she turned to face them. “Rendezvous Cruise Lines. It’s a travel receipt for a cruise. It’s from last year. Carol Miller is the name on it. She must have booked a cruise with Mom last April. I remember—vaguely—Mom telling me Carol had met someone on a cruise she booked for her. Mom loves when things like that happen on trips she schedules.” “So where is the rest of the file for Rendezvous Cruises?” Tony scanned the tabs of the file folders. He didn’t see any marked Rendezvous Cruises. “It’s not here. That file isn’t here—it’s missing!” Anna had a grin on her face when she stood up after examining the tidy filing drawer. “We’ve found the missing file. The Carol Miller receipt must have slipped out of the larger file.” Beth looked thoughtful. She sat on a corner of the clean desk, swinging her leg in the air as she spoke. “I’ll bet you’re right. What else could explain a lone extra receipt? The assailant swiped the cruise folder. Why would anyone break into 225
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Mom’s house to steal a cruise folder?” They stared at each other. Three sets of eyes grew wide as they simultaneously made the connection. “Madelena said—” “Marge Pilchard—” “Was taking a cruise!” Anna exclaimed. “Your mother told Antonio Marge had booked a cruise and that her husband wouldn’t be accompanying her!” “You don’t think the person who killed Marge was the same person who assaulted my mother, do you?” Beth’s face grew pale. Her leg stilled. Antonio left the room and returned almost instantly with a glass of cold water. He handed it to the trembling young woman. “Here, drink this. It will all be fine, carina. Your mother is safe, and we will keep her that way. No problemas, eh, Tony?” “He’s right—your mother is fine. Resting well in the hospital. Nothing can happen to her now.” Beth shook her head, as if to clear it. “It was so close— too close. My God, my mother could have been killed!” “But she wasn’t.” Anna took Beth’s free hand in her own and held it. “We need to figure out who was going on that cruise with Marge.” “Nonno, you’re absolutely sure Madeline said Sam wasn’t going?” Tony ran his hand through his hair before he scrubbed it across his face. This blasted nightmare seemed to be growing instead of disappearing. “Sì, I’m sure. Very sure. Madelena said Signora Pilchard told her she would be cruising without her husband. She said Signora Pilchard seemed to be very happy about this situation. A sign of a bad marriage, I tell you…” 226
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“So we need to find out who this mystery man is,” Tony said. “If we can find out who the guy is, we’ll know who Madeline’s intruder was. We’ll most likely have a lead for Graham on the murder, too.” “I knew there was something here we missed.” Anna’s relief was evident. “It bugged me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what we’d overlooked.” Tony put an arm around her. He was proud of her intuition and quick thinking, but still didn’t like the idea of her nosing around in a vicious crime. “I still think we should take a look outside. Do you think you’re up to it, Beth?” Quickly Beth finished the glass of water. She stood. “Oh, I’m fine now, thanks. I just got a little shook up but I’m really okay. Please excuse my jitters. It’s not like me to be so easily rattled. I’m more the calm and steady type, I promise,” she said with a smile. “You’ve been through a lot. You’re a great sport, coming here with us. You deserve to have at least one minute’s worth of nerves. Are you certain you’re okay now?” Tony liked it that the color had returned to Beth’s cheeks but he wanted to be sure she was up to more exploring. “Fine. Really. I’ll check on Francie and meet you at the back door. I won’t be more than a minute.” Anna pocketed the receipt as they walked through the house. By silent agreement they waited for Beth. “Still sleeping?” Antonio asked when Beth joined them in the kitchen. “Sure is. She’s pooped, the poor thing.” The backyard was as neat as the house had been. Several hanging planters overflowing with scented geraniums, ivies and lobelia hung from posts and trellises. The small yard was 227
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an oasis, filled with tall grasses and various shades of purple, fuchsia and red flowering plants. “Where does this go?” Tony pointed to a narrow space between what appeared to be a garden shed and an arbor. The arbor was nearly smothered by grape leaves and hanging clusters of grapes. He could see his grandfather’s touch here. “To the alley,” Antonio answered. “The alley?” “Sì, there is an alley that stretches behind the houses on this street.” “I’ll be right back.” Tony squeezed through the small opening and found himself in a narrow alley. The fences from the other yards effectively concealed him from view, of this he was certain. He saw the far end of the alley led directly into Anne and Eddie Duncan’s yard. Tony observed the large white house with its distinctive green trim needed no fence. The Duncan family bred pit-bull dogs. They kept the animals chained in the backyard. Most, if not all, of the locals knew enough to steer clear of that particular spot. It was highly unlikely anyone would use that as an escape route. Tony turned in the other direction and followed the narrow path to its end. He was surprised to see that just a short way past the end of Madeline’s fence was the far end of the municipal parking lot. The area was used by everyone in town at some point in time, so it wouldn’t be of any help in discovering the criminal’s identity. Not unless someone had spotted a person running out of the alley at the exact time of Madeline’s assault. Not likely. “Well?” Antonio asked when Tony squeezed back into the yard. “Nothing.” 228
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“That’s too bad,” said Beth, groaning. “I was hoping we’d learn something—anything—about this guy. In the movies or mystery novels there’s always a clue in the alley, isn’t there?” Anna agreed. “That’s right. I hoped for something.” “Like a footprint,” Beth said. “Or a lock of hair,” Anna added. “Or a map to the killer’s house,” Tony finished. The women looked at him. “You didn’t find any of those?” Anna’s words were teasingly sarcastic. He shook his head. “No, Darling. I’m sorry. I didn’t find anything like that in the alley. The only thing I found wasn’t even in the alley, but hanging from the edge of the arbor.” He reached into the pocket of his jeans and held up his little discovery for the others to see. It was nothing, really. Just a torn piece of brown fabric.
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Chapter 33 Dirt in the Corners Tony pulled into the Pilchards’ driveway. The lawn had a forlorn, neglected look and the front porch had several newspapers yellowing on it. Anna didn’t waste time surveying the scene. When Tony stepped out of the truck she quickly opened the passenger door and slid out. She’d be damned if she was going to let him leave her behind. Tony levered the first piece of lumber off the back of the truck and hefted it to his shoulder. “The keys unlock the side door. It’s this way.” He walked along a brick-lined path between a small garage and the house. The house was exactly as Tony had described it. Anna was amazed at the garish lime green walls and the shiny black marble floor. She slowly turned in a circle, and startled herself when she saw her reflection in a huge gilt-edged mirror covering the entire far wall. She laughed out loud when she saw the incredulous look on her own face. “Tony, this house is exactly as you said it would be. I never would have believed it unless I saw it with my own eyes.” “This is just the mudroom. You haven’t seen anything yet. 230
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Follow me and I’ll give you something to really shake your head over.” He led her through a ridiculously ostentatious, black marble, gilt and glass kitchen, through a mirrored dining room and into a wide hallway. There was an ornate staircase to the right, and she knew whatever lay at the top of the wide marble stairs was something she didn’t want to see. At the end of the hall, just inside the front door, was a door. Tony pushed it open and she followed him inside. “Well I never—” “I’ll bet you never, Anna. I knew you’d be surprised.” Surprised didn’t even begin to cover it. She realized with a start that her mouth actually hung open, like the ghost of Jacob Marley in A Christmas Carol, and she snapped it shut. Anna stood in the center of the most incredible room she’d ever seen. Not incredible in a good way, either. It looked like an interior designer specializing in houses of ill repute had been given free rein and an unlimited budget. The walls were covered in a shimmery, dark fabric. The furnishings were almost frightening. They looked like they had jumped out of a deviant’s fantasy. Against one wall a sofa covered in plush leopard skin fabric commanded attention. Massive, it looked as if it could accommodate at least half a dozen loungers—with room to spare. The large plush chairs scattered about the room did nothing to make the space feel more inviting. If anything, the arrangement of chairs brought her discomfort level higher. The chairs were placed around the flamboyant sofa. Was the sofa the stage in some kind of weird ritual? “You should have told me what to expect. I wasn’t prepared.” “I don’t think anything I could have said would have pre231
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pared you for this. It’s something you have to see for yourself to believe.” She shuddered. “I’m seeing it and I still have a hard time believing it. They just don’t seem the type to be this-this—” “Kinky?” “That’s about what I had in mind. Let’s get out of here. This place gives me the willies.” “I need to put the lumber in the sunroom first. I left some of my tools back there, too. It’ll only take me a few minutes to get my stuff on the truck. Why don’t you wait for me in the den? It’s just across the hall and it’s a lot more subdued. I think you’ll be more comfortable in there.” He led her from the room, closing the door on the hideous sofa. Then Tony gestured to the room opposite. “The den. I’ll try to be as fast as I can.” Flicking the light switch, Anna was relieved to find herself in a fairly ordinary room. Two brown leather sofas and a pine coffee table and armoire filled the space. No gilt, feathers or fur. She still didn’t feel comfortable enough to sit, but she was at ease enough to give the room a good looking over. A basket of magazines and a pair of fuzzy pink slippers near a plaid recliner made her stomach sink. She turned her gaze to the other side of the room. The armoire dominated one corner. A peek inside the upper cabinet confirmed her first impression that it housed a television and video components. At least this is normal. One of the doors on the lower cabinet was partially ajar, so she pulled it all the way open. Inside the cabinet were videotapes. There were no titles on the spines of the videos. Instead there were numbers. Sorely tempted to put one of the tapes into the VCR, Anna touched the numbered spines thoughtfully. Why 232
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numbers? Tony’s footsteps came close as she stood and shut the cabinet door. She turned and said, “All done?” “I am. Are you ready to leave?” “I am, Darling. I can’t wait to get home to our own house.” Tony would have been shocked if he knew how much she really wanted to go home. **** Anna passed the serving platter to Tony, motioning for him to hand it to Graham. The grilled vegetables were spicy, eliciting nods and murmurs of approval. They quickly disappeared as the two men tucked into the food. Graham took another slice of bread and smiled his appreciation. “This is great. Thanks so much for having me to dinner.” “Anytime. You’re always welcome at our table. I’m just glad Tony was able to talk you into coming. What would we do if our ace investigator starves, for goodness sake?” “I don’t feel like an ace. I have to admit I’m stumped. Of course that can’t leave the table, you understand. I can’t have it getting out that we’re having any problems. John Q. Public doesn’t want to hear it, I can assure you.” Tony passed the grilled sausages. “John Q. won’t be hearing it from us, old man. So I take it you haven’t made much progress in the investigation today?” “Not as much as I’d like.” “Are you any closer to a solution?” Anna looked hopeful, although it was difficult to do in the face of Graham’s weary expression. “I think I am. Maybe. Hopefully. We’ve had some prom233
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ising results back from the crime lab.” Tony stopped chewing. He held his fork in midair with a pepper chunk speared on it. “So you’ll make an arrest soon?” “Well, that’s the bad news.” Graham wiped his mouth with his napkin. He scraped so hard Anna heard the napkin rasp the stubble on his chin. Graham snorted, a disgusted expression on his face. “Bad news? Damn it, man, if you’ve got some evidence, go arrest someone! We’re all on the edge here—I’m not sure how much more of this suspense some people can tolerate. Nonno is at the end of his rope, and I’m worried about him. He’s not as young as he thinks he is, you know.” “I know that, Tony. I’m getting closer but I just don’t have enough evidence to arrest anyone. Not yet.” “I’m not trying to be difficult. Or dense. But how much evidence do you need?” Anna stood and began to clear the table. “More than I’ve got, I’m afraid. The lab results concur with the suspicions I had, but it isn’t enough for an indictment. Or a conviction. I can reasonably bring in a suspect for questioning, but I don’t have enough to hold the person. I can’t risk losing the killer because I act hastily.” Anna brought an apple pie and a bowl of whipped cream to the table. Tony got up and went inside for the coffeepot and cups, and then they sat again. Anna was pleased to notice Graham leaned back in his seat and stretched his long legs out in front of him. He gave his stomach an absent-minded pat as he lifted a steaming cup of coffee to his lips. “That makes sense,” Tony admitted. “I didn’t mean to sound like such a pain in the ass. I’m just tired of this.” Graham put his cup down and looked thoughtfully across 234
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the table at his friend. “We all are. I can’t make a mistake, though. I couldn’t forgive myself if a murderer got away because I jumped the gun. No, I’ll have to stick it out and gather more evidence before I move on it.” “Here, have some more pie. That’ll take your mind off things for a minute or two.” “Thanks, Anna. When this is all over, I’m going to need a vacation.” Me, too.
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Chapter 34 Friends, Neighbors and Killers The Farmer’s Market buzzed with activity. It wasn’t difficult to convince Tony she’d be safe in the big crowd. They decided to meet back at the truck in an hour. Anna headed for Esther’s candle booth. There was a crush around the booth, so she spent a few minutes inhaling the scents of the quart-jar candles while Esther waited on her customers. “Whew, thanks for being patient. Every now and then I get a small mob. Then it subsides for a while. How are you?” Esther’s signature labored breathing could be heard clearly across the table. “Fine, thanks. You?” “Okay, I guess. I seem to be just about the only one here who’s warm. I don’t know how you’re all wearing sweatshirts!” Esther fanned herself with a flyer. Her lobster-red face wore a sheen of perspiration. “I’m not that warm,” Anna said with a smile. “Are you still coming to the exercise class at the library?” Esther considered the question before answering. She 236
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glanced down at herself and said, “I don’t have anything to lose, do I? I guess you can count me in. Thanks, Anna. I’m not sure I would have shown up if you hadn’t reminded me. There’s been so much going on. It boggles my mind.” “I know. I think we’re all overwhelmed by what’s been happening. Let’s just hope life goes back to normal soon. Quiet and ordinary, that’s what I want.” “Amen to that. Now, what can I do for you?” After buying a pine scented jar candle and another mold for Debra, Anna wandered through the displays. She was surprised by the crowd. It looked like half the town was milling about. When she saw a familiar back in front of her, she smiled. “Shirley. So good to see you!” They hugged. “Did you close the yarn shop?” “No customers anyhow. Haven’t had any for days, really. It seems people aren’t venturing out alone much. In large groups like this they feel safer, I guess.” “I think you’re right. Won’t this hurt your business, though?” Shirley didn’t seem concerned. “Oh, no matter, Dear. It all evens out.” Anna’s gaze fell on the table where Shirley had been browsing. Attractive displays of orchids, geraniums and some dried arrangements caught her eye. Additionally, there were large buckets of cut flowers. When she looked up, Barbara smiled at her from the other side of the table. “Barbara, hi. I didn’t know you’ve got a booth here.” “My first week. I heard about the Market and it sounded like it would be worth my time.” “I think it will be. I hear a lot of merchants do a good 237
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business here.” “That’s what I’m hoping. Drum up business, and all. But it does get chilly up here, even in the middle of July, doesn’t it?” She shrugged into a sweatshirt while she spoke. “A little different from what I’m used to. So, what can I help you ladies with this cool morning?” “You’ll grow accustomed to the unusual weather, I’m sure,” Shirley said quickly. “Just give yourself some time. I wonder…do you have any African violets? I do so like those.” “I thought someone might ask so I stuck a few into the last box I packed. I’ve got them right here, still hiding. I wanted to keep them from catching a chill, figured I’d take them out later when it’s warmer.” Four beautifully blooming plants appeared from beneath the table. “They have such pretty little flowers, don’t they? I’ll take those two with the ruffled edges.” Shirley pointed and within minutes the transaction was complete. Then, violets in hand, they headed for the honey booth. “This is Tony’s favorite spot.” Anna paid for a small jar of lavender honey. Tony loved the stuff on his toast. The honey, and its connection to her husband, reminded Anna her shopping had to end. As much as she hated cutting her time with Shirley short, she didn’t want to worry Tony by being late. “I’ve got to go, Shirley. I’m sorry. It’s nearly time for me to meet Tony back at the truck. Time goes too quickly when I’m with you, I’m afraid.” “I’ll walk to the parking lot with you. I’ve had enough shopping for one day. These old bones, you know.” Anna walked Shirley to her aging silver Cadillac, which was parked only one row over from the truck. She watched as the older woman slid behind the wheel. Then she held out 238
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Shirley’s violets. Shirley took only one of the small pots. “Those are for you. Enjoy them.” “Thank you.” Looking down into the ruffled white flowers with lavender edges, Anna swallowed around the lump in her throat. The blooms were beautiful, elegant and understated. Just like Shirley. “No thanks necessary. Now, don’t forget to visit me soon.” “I won’t. I love you, Shirley.” “And I love you, Dear.” They stared at each other for a moment. Then Shirley waved and pulled the heavy door closed. Anna watched her drive off before she turned and walked to the truck. Tony waited beside the big vehicle, his back to the grille and one booted foot on the bumper. He and the truck looked like a sales poster. All he needed was to be perched on the edge of a cliff somewhere and the picture would be complete. When she approached, he walked to the passenger side door and held it open. “Did your shopping go well?” Tony planted a fast kiss on her lips. He took her packages and placed them behind the seat. Then he took the violet and held it while she reached for the grip bar above the doorframe, hopped up into the truck and settled herself. “Very well, thanks,” Anna said, taking the African violet from Tony. She held it on her lap. When he’d climbed into the driver’s seat, Tony spoke. “Good. Listen, do you mind stopping for a bite? I’m starving.” He started the engine and headed for the exit. “Do you mind?” “No, I don’t mind.” 239
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Anna’s next errand could wait a little while longer. **** Sally’s Luncheonette was, as usual, packed. Tony wound his way through the crowd to a small table in a far corner. They sat. Before they could lift their menus, Ken placed two glasses of water on the table. He took out his order pad and frowned. “I sure do miss Antonio and Madeline. This place just isn’t the same without them. You’ll give them our best, won’t you?” “Of course.” Anna knew it would please Antonio to hear Ken missed them. They both ordered the special of the day, zucchini lasagna with red-pepper bruschetta, and chocolate layer cake for dessert. When Ken left, they looked around. The activity level was high, with tables filling and emptying constantly. “This place must be a gold mine,” Anna observed. “My thoughts exactly. I’ve been watching people come and go. They do a brisk business here. Ken and Jim must be rolling in dough.” “I never realized.” “I think we’re in the wrong line of work.” “Maybe we are.” It didn’t take long for their food to be served. Anna realized she, too, was hungry. She applied herself to eating, surprising herself by finishing everything on her plate. It had all been cooked to perfection. It was no wonder Sally’s had such a loyal following. When Ken delivered their coffee and cake he set a small white box in the center of the table. “Something for the love240
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birds. I hoped you could give this to them? Bread pudding. We thought it would be easy for Madeline to swallow.” Anna nodded. “Sure. And thanks, Ken. I know they’ll be happy to see this box, and know you’re thinking of them.” She shook her head as he left. The whole town was wise to the situation between Madeline and Antonio. The lovebirds, indeed! Apparently she and Tony were the last to know the well-kept secret. Tony picked up the check and took it to the cashier while she drank her coffee. She had drained the cup when he returned. “Are you ready? Now I figure we’ll head to the supply house. I’ve got a few things to pick up.” Shaking her head, Anna said, “Not just yet.” “Why not?” “I’d like to stop at the sheriff’s office first. Then we can go to the supply house.” “Graham’s office? Why, Anna? He’s pretty busy about now. I’m not sure we should bug him.” Steeling herself, Anna stood. She smoothed a hand over her hair. Her palm was sweaty. With a small smile, she lifted her gaze to meet Tony’s. “Please take me to Graham’s office, Darling. I know who killed Marge Pilchard.”
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Chapter 35 Going Forward The atmosphere was festive. Food was piled high on every table and wine flowed freely. Laughter filled the air. If relief was something that could be bottled and sold they could have made a fortune. It colored every word that was spoken, every emotion felt. “But how did you know who the killer was?” asked Diane. “I can’t get over the fact you solved this so easily.” “Not easily,” Anna objected. “I only wish I had been able to figure it out sooner.” She looked at her friends and neighbors, loosely bunched around her in a wide circle. The glow from the grill’s embers gave the scene extra warmth although it was merely an added bonus. The smiling faces were enough to heat Anna from head to toe. “I never suspected. Shirley shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t think anyone did.” Madeline’s voice was husky and speaking sounded difficult. The doctor had assured them she would make a full recovery given time and proper care. Antonio looked intent on providing both. He stood behind her chair, one hand resting protectively on Madeline’s shoulder. “Really, how did you do it? What made you decide who 242
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the killer was? Why not someone else?” As usual, Debra had a multitude of questions. The teenager sat in the grass beside Anna’s chair. She held one twin on her lap while the other lounged against Deb’s side. Both Dani and Dee held empty jars at the ready, waiting for fireflies to emerge. “It just all fit together. The pieces of the puzzle couldn’t point to anyone else—not really. I knew from the start the Pilchard murder and the mill fire were connected. I wasn’t sure how they were connected, but I didn’t believe they could possibly be coincidences. I also thought Sam was an intended murder victim. I mean, why kill one without killing the other? It just didn’t make sense to me.” “I agree. Sort of a two-for-one thing, right?” Diane lifted a forkful of apple pie to her mouth and chewed. She swallowed before she spoke again. “Anyway, how could the killer be certain the right person would eat the poisoned food? If you intend to kill only one person you feed only one person, right?” “Exactly. The target had to be both of them. But why?” Anna sipped her wine. It had been the why of the crime that had taken the longest to work out. “How did you solve the mystery of the extortion? I never would have gotten that.” Beth reached down and gently tucked a lock of hair behind one of Frances’ ears. Then she pulled her little girl onto her lap. Madeline stretched out an arm and patted her granddaughter on the leg. “No, I never would’ve caught the extortion bit.” “I saw the Mercedes. Remember, Martha? Deb? We wondered about it.” Martha looked embarrassed. “It never occurred to me to think anything of it when I saw that big, shiny car. I never 243
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connected it to the crime. I just liked it. I, uh, well I wished it was mine, instead of the bucket of bolts I drive. That’s all.” Anna lifted her eyebrows and sipped her wine. There wasn’t a good answer to give, no real reply to Martha’s glaring car envy. Nick pulled Mimi tight against his side. “I wondered where a guy like him would get the money to pay for a car like that. Mimi knows it’s not easy to finance a new vehicle, not at the prices they charge for them. Her little car costs a small fortune, doesn’t it, Cupcake?” Mimi smiled up at Nick. He stared lovingly at her. Neither of them noticed the smiles passed among the others at the use of the syrupy endearment. “That’s right. I can barely keep up with the payments and insurance on my Mini. And, Muffin? Remember the night we saw Sam at the ice cream shop? We wondered then how he could afford that car.” “You’re right. I remember that night.” Nick pulled Mimi closer, so close they looked fused at the hip. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to afford a car like that.” Mimi beamed, the sparkle in her eyes matching the glimmer coming from her ring finger. Nick hadn’t waited for Christmas to propose. When Anna and Tony got back from Florida the engagement ring was already on Mimi’s hand. “I don’t need fancy cars, Nick. All I need is you. Nothing else.” “I hoped you’d say that.” He leaned down and kissed her. When the kiss lasted long enough that everyone shifted and looked away, the reverend cleared his throat. Loudly. Amidst amused giggles, the couple pulled apart. Mimi colored, avoiding her father’s stare. Anna nestled her fingers in Merlot’s thick fur. The cat rumbled contentedly, snuggled in Anna’s lap like it was her 244
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favorite spot in the whole world. If the cat could talk, she’d probably say it was. Anna noticed Merlot felt heavier than usual, more solid. Nonno must have fed you well while we were in Florida, Baby. “Most people can’t afford a Mercedes.” Anna took it upon herself to bail Mimi and Nick out from under the glare of the reverend’s scrutiny. “You’re not alone on that score, Mimi. I know we couldn’t afford a car like that. I’ll bet it’s the only one in town.” “He probably had to go to Clarenton, don’t you think? There’s a fancy car dealership next to the florist supply over there,” Jack said. He looked at Kate, who sat beside him on a wide Adirondack chair, and squinted. “Or is it across the street? You know the one I mean, don’t you, Katie? Over by Kelsey’s?” “Across the street,” Kate answered. “Right across from Kelsey’s. In Clarenton, you’re right. But I don’t think it’s a Mercedes dealership. Isn’t it where they sell those little cars? The ones like Mimi drives?” “You’re right,” Mimi said. She stopped admiring her engagement ring long enough to look up and smile. “That’s where I got my Mini Cooper. In Clarenton. But they don’t sell Mercedes there.” “I don’t know that it matters where Sam bought the car.” Tony refilled his grandfather’s wineglass. Then he held the bottle up, silently asking if anyone needed more wine. Jack held his glass high and Tony gave him a refill. “What matters is that he does have a car like that. How does a man working in an office supply pay for something that pricey? Marge worked at the garbage company. I can’t believe she made a mint there.” “She didn’t, believe me,” Sue said, then laughed. She’d 245
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managed to find a replacement for Marge for the rest of the summer. After that, the job was open. “I might have to raise the pay scale to find a permanent replacement.” “See?” Anna massaged Merlot’s orange ears. The cat purred loudly enough to vibrate Anna’s legs right down to her ankles. “The car thing bugged me. I couldn’t put my finger on what bothered me about that car, not at first. Then I wondered…how did they generate the kind of cash needed to buy a Mercedes?” “A secret we’d all like to know,” Diane put in. “How to have money without breaking a sweat? A hefty nest egg, maybe? Or an inheritance?” She threw a questioning look in Shirley’s direction but the senior avoided her gaze like a bride sidestepping a mud puddle. Anna choked back a giggle at the sound of Diane’s frustrated sigh. “Exactly. I wondered how Sam afforded his car until Tony told me about their house.” Just remembering the Pilchard house made Anna blush. She felt her cheeks grow warm and was very thankful for the deepening dusk. “He went to give them an estimate for some work and, um…” “What?” Beth leaned close. “I can tell this is the spice in the story.” “Some of it,” Tony quipped. He took a long swallow of wine and shook his head at Anna’s silent plea for help. The grin he flashed her only made her face feel warmer. Evidently he wasn’t going to tell this part of the story so Anna took a deep breath and pushed on. “Right. Well, Tony told me that he saw some…well, some unusual décor at the Pilchard place.” Tony chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.” A number of guests asked him for an explanation. “It defies explanation. 246
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Any that I can give, that is. Ask Anna. She’ll be better able to describe it than I will.” “Well?” Diane turned her attention away from Shirley, putting Anna in the spotlight. “You fill us in, then—and don’t leave anything out!” Anna searched for a tactful way to describe the decorating nightmare she’d seen. “I didn’t fully understand what he meant until I went with Tony to drop off some building materials. The house is innocent looking on the outside, we all know that. It looks like any other house on the street. But once you get past the front door, it’s as if you’ve entered an alternate universe. The house is gaudy and tacky and just plain strange. There’s a lot of gilt and feathers—” “Feathers?” Beth’s eyes grew wide and round. Her eyebrows were so high they were nearly hidden beneath her bangs. “Where are the feathers?” “Brace yourself,” Anna answered, then laughed. “The feathers are everywhere. They’re on pillows, on light fixtures—just everywhere you can think of. And where the feathers end, the fur begins. Or velvet. Or fuzzy lengths of fabric tossed across furniture. The place is really out of the ordinary, just take my word for it. As I looked around at the mirrors—” “Mirrors!” Diane exclaimed with a gasp. A small round of giggles filled the air. Anna nodded. “Mirrors everywhere. The walls are covered with them. The ceilings, too. I’ve never seen anything like it. But that’s not the point. Not really. When I saw it, I realized, yet again, that their tastes outweigh their wallets. I mean, all those feathers and mirrors, all the gilt, must have cost a fortune. So I was back to the question: where did they 247
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come up with that kind of cash? There had to be another source of income for them. Something no one knew about. It was the only answer.” The crowd was silent for a few beats as they all considered the implications of Anna’s last statement. When Shirley finally spoke, it was with a timid, wavering voice. “How did you figure it out?” There was a nervous gleam in the older woman’s eyes that made Anna want, more than anything, to keep Shirley’s secret—whatever it was. Anna reached over and patted the other woman’s hand. “It was the tape. That’s how I knew for sure,” Anna admitted. She thought quickly, hoping to allay Shirley’s nervous fears. “It was just the tape, nothing else. Without it I would have had suspicions, but it was the proof I needed. The tape answered a lot of my questions.” “The tape?” Nick turned to Mimi, but she shrugged. They still stood so close they looked like twin paper dolls cut from a single sheet of paper. “What tape? I must have missed something.” Debra looked toward her mother. Diane shook her head, admitting she was clueless, too. When Don leaned over his wife’s shoulder and handed her a plate with a fresh slice of pie on it, she smiled. As Diane lifted her fork she seemed to forget about the tape, she was so intent on the pie. Tony shook his head. “You didn’t miss anything, Debra. None of you did. You see, Anna stole a tape from the Pilchard place. That’s right, my darling wife lifted a videotape when my back was turned. The afternoon I delivered lumber.” Antonio’s voice was shocked. “Is this true, Anna?” The thin, straight line of his lips made no secret of what he thought about this latest development. 248
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“It’s true, Nonno. But I didn’t steal it.” “I don’t know what else to call it, Darling. You took it from the Pilchard house. You didn’t tell me about it until today.” With a sigh, Anna considered what she would say—what she could say—next. Optimally it would be something to relieve her husband’s dented pride and hurt feelings. She knew he was miffed she hadn’t told him about the tape when she’d first uncovered its secrets. He had been incredulous when she’d divulged the facts in Graham’s office. “The only reason I didn’t tell you I was taking the tape was because I knew you would have tried to stop me, Tony. That’s why I kept it hidden.” “Literally. Where did you hide the tape, anyway? You weren’t wearing a jacket, didn’t have a purse or even that big brown book bag you carry everywhere. Where did you put the pilfered tape?” She hoped they weren’t about to have a disagreement on what had been—so far—a very agreeable evening. Tony could be obstinate at times. Anna hoped this wasn’t going to be one of them. “Down my pants. I stuffed it down the front of my pants.” “And you didn’t bother to tell me about it?” A pulse throbbed in her temple. “That’s right. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d try and stop me. You would have, wouldn’t you?” Tony drained his wineglass. Thank goodness they were small glasses, or they’d all be staggering before the moon came out. “You’re damn right I would have. And I would have been making a mistake, a big one. As much as I hate it that 249
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you kept me in the dark, you were right. I would have played hell with your investigation.” The fight went out of Anna as quickly as air flees a pricked balloon. Her voice softened. “I didn’t steal it. I merely borrowed the tape. I knew in my heart it was one of the keys to solving this crime. And I was right.” “She was right.” Tony nodded at Nonno. They lifted their shoulders, nearly identical gestures, as if admitting they knew when they were beaten. “You’re killing us here.” Diane sounded impatient. “So you borrowed the tape—and what happened then? What was on the tape, anyway?” Anna had found it hard enough explaining what she’d witnessed in the privacy of Graham’s office. The sheriff had already known about the tapes so he hadn’t made her suffer too terribly. But here? In front of everyone? Anna’s face felt like it was on fire. Praying for divine intervention, she emptied her own wineglass. It was a good thing she had eaten a large lunch. If not she might simply blurt out what she’d seen on the tape. “Well…I watched—no! I didn’t watch them—I noticed them. That’s right…I noticed some videotapes in the den. It was apparent there was something unusual about them. They weren’t labeled the way most people label their home movies. Instead of Johnny’s Birthday or Fourth of July Picnic these were labeled with dates and initials. It struck me as strange.” “You already said that,” Diane pointed out. “Right,” Anna said. There was no avoiding the explanation, no matter how much she wished she could. “I wanted a closer look. I brought one home, merely borrowing it you understand, and watched it the next morning.” 250
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“And? What was on the tape?” pressed Diane. Anna wished for a cooling breeze but none came to her rescue. So she did what anyone in her position would do: she took a huge breath and leapt. She told the truth. “The tape was a home movie…of a sort. Um, Marge and Sam and, um, someone else…were on the tape. And they were—well, you know. They were…” The yard erupted. Loud gasps and raucous laughter combined. The noise reached such a high level that Merlot lifted her head, opened her piercing green eyes and gave them all a cat scowl. Her disapproval set off a new round of laughing. This time the giggles were peppered with comments. Anna tried not to look anyone directly in the eye. Anna had learned Allison was on one of the tapes. It saddened her, but at least the extortion and shame that had driven Allison away was at an end. Maybe now she would return home. It was unlikely the public would ever learn the identities of the video victims. Anna only knew because she’d seen Allison’s name on a list on Graham’s desk. Allison’s was a secret Anna would keep forever. Graham had clued Anna in to the fact that most of the victims had been unknowingly drugged. It was how Marge and Sam had gotten participation in their risqué productions. The detail would come to light with the morning’s news headlines but for now it was just another item on Anna’s hush list. “You don’t mean…” Madeline managed to gasp in her hoarse voice. “I think she does, Mom. I think that’s exactly what she means.” Beth wiped tears from her cheeks with her sleeve. She held tightly to her mother’s hand and they laughed together. The two women turned to Antonio, and the look of 251
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pure scandal on the old man’s face sent them into new waves of laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Diane dropped the fork on her empty plate. “You can’t be serious. This is a joke, right?” “I’m afraid not. I wish I was kidding about it.” Anna was the only one who wasn’t laughing. The look of revulsion on her face only made the others laugh harder. Father O’Brien attempted—unsuccessfully—to look stern. When Tony jabbed the priest’s side they both burst out laughing. Who could help it? It took a few minutes for the roaring to subside. Tony refilled his wife’s wineglass while everyone cackled. Then, he lifted a hand to shush the crowd. “So we all know what was on the videotape, don’t we?” Tony managed to sound serious. “Anna doesn’t need to explain any more about it, does she?” “No wonder why you look so traumatized.” Diane blew her nose and wiped a tear from her chin. “I can’t imagine what you were thinking when the tape began to play.” “There are no words. I was horrified. The tape was explicit. I couldn’t stand to watch much of it. But after I rewound it—” “You rewound it!” Diane doubled over, hysterical over the admission. It didn’t take any coaxing for the other guests to join in. Soon the laughter crested a second time. Anna couldn’t help but giggle at the pure absurdity of the situation. “Yes, I rewound it. Tidy, don’t you think? But really, after I saw what was on the tape I began to think about what it meant.” “I can’t wait to hear what you thought about it.” Beth giggled. Frances had fallen asleep on her lap so she spoke quietly. 252
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“Should I cover my mother’s ears?” “No—I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that there were a lot of tapes in the cabinet and I figured they were all of a, uh, delicate nature. All I know is that if one of those tapes had me on it, I’d do whatever it took to make sure no one else saw it. Right then and there I knew I had the motive for something— murder, extortion—or perhaps both. Money extorted from the people on the tapes would probably pay for the pricey décor and flashy car. It just made sense.” The crowd nodded their agreement. “Brilliant. You found one of the motives just by being alert. You-you—” Tyrone searched for the appropriate world. “Stumbled over it,” Anna admitted. “That’s all. I was there, saw what I saw and put two and two together. Nothing brilliant.” “But…” Madeline’s hoarse voice stretched the word out, then trailed off. She tapped the side of her head thoughtfully. “But how did you choose the suspect? You had a motive, and suspicions, but how did you decide which of us was the one most likely to be behind the crime spree?” “You helped, actually.” “I helped? I can’t imagine how.” “I knew the person had some kind of familiarity with the area. The broken latch on Jack’s gate. The piece of fabric Nonno found hanging on his rosebush. All of these things made me feel it had to be someone who was familiar with everyone else’s yard. Then when we found the file missing from your house, I knew I was on to something. It was the file containing the names of those who had booked cruises. Nonno had already told us Marge was going on a cruise—a romantic cruise. Without Sam.” 253
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“Without Sam?” Shirley looked scandalized. She put a hand over her chest. “Without Sam, but with someone else. Someone Marge hadn’t mentioned to Madeline—but the person who broke into Madeline’s house didn’t know Marge had been so loveydovey, so hushed about it. Marge had booked the second person on the trip as a guest, no name given. A lover’s secret, that kind of thing. The person who ransacked Madeline’s house didn’t know Marge had kept mum. The culprit had to be Marge’s guest. Who else would have a motive to trash Madeline’s house? To try and keep her quiet?” Tony lit candles on the patio. They cast a soft, flickering light over the group as they considered Anna’s theory. Anna waited quietly, giving everyone a chance to absorb the twists and turns of the mystery. “Marge’s mystery guest figured Madeline knew everything.” Mimi snapped her fingers as she spoke. “The guest didn’t want anyone to know anything. Stealing the file, keeping Madeline quiet…” “Would solve the issue,” Tony said quietly. “But Nonno put the brakes to that part of the plan. He surprised the intruder, stopped the attack. Kept Madeline from being killed.” “Thank God.” Beth reached out and grasped one of Antonio’s hands. His other was held tightly in Madeline’s hand. During the conversation, Antonio had draped his body over the back of Madeline’s chair. It was impossible not to notice that the four of them, Madeline and Antonio, Beth and little Frances, made a perfect family unit. They looked comfortable together. And like they shared a great deal of love. “So you discovered the file was missing? The cruise file? How did you do that?” Questions tumbled from Debra’s 254
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mouth in a rush. Anna tackled them one at a time. “That’s right. A file had to be missing at Madeline’s because there was an extra receipt—the only one without a file.” “All right. So you figured out why Madeline was attacked, and who did it. And where the Pilchards got their money. But how did you decide the way Marge was killed? Explain that.” Debra’s voice held a hint of teenage challenge. Over her daughter’s head, Diane rolled her eyes. Anna could only imagine that Debra questioned her mother like this all the time. Anna looked at Madeline. She smiled. “You helped me there, too. When I reassembled your files I saw all your articles on gardening. I skimmed a bunch of them—what gardener wouldn’t peek into a stack of gardening tips? I couldn’t help myself. One of your clips reminded me that there are any number of garden fertilizers that can kill people. I wondered if that wasn’t what had made Sam sick. If it wasn’t what had killed Marge.” Anna gave the crowd another few minutes to digest this information. Then she pushed on. “When it came right down to it, the whole idea made a lot of sense. We’ve all been cultivating ‘killer zucchinis’— haven’t we? Every gardener is trying to grow the biggest zucchini around so it’ll have a shot at a blue ribbon at the Festival, right? And what are we using?” “Fertilizer,” Jack said. “Every gardener swears by one kind or another.” “Exactly,” Anna said with a nod. “And with all the zucchini recipes flying around, it just made sense to put the two together. Zucchini and poison—what could be easier? The icing on the cake came when I remembered some fertilizers are flammable.” 255
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Tyrone spoke up. “You were completely on target. Lab results confirm the same compound was used to poison the Pilchards and start the mill fire. We’ve got enough evidence for convictions for both crimes. I’m sure of it.” Silence fell heavily on the crowd as they considered what they’d learned. Many heads shook at the simplicity—and deadliness—of the criminal’s choice of murder weapon. Nick spoke first. “There’s something I still don’t get. How did you know the killer and the fire bug were the same person?” “I didn’t figure we could have two monsters on the loose, so I just assumed,” Anna admitted. “But how did you figure out who had the most to gain?” Shirley asked. “To listen to you, there are several tapes. Each, presumably, with a different victim. So which one was Marge’s cruise companion?” “I didn’t uncover that part. Graham did.” All eyes turned to the sheriff. His clothes were rumpled and his eyes were bloodshot, but he looked happy. “I got some information about the mill from an insurance company. That helped. I had a lot of little bits and pieces, but no way to tie them together until this afternoon. Don’t let her fool you. Anna gave us the final piece of the puzzle. Didn’t she, Ty?” The fire chief nodded. “She did. Before Anna came in, we had a good hypothesis about the source of the accelerant in the fire—the fertilizer. And we knew from the toxicology lab it was what had poisoned Marge, too. We had a theory about who was behind everything, because of the info Graham got from the insurance company, but we couldn’t arrest someone on a theory. We needed evidence, which we didn’t have. Not until Anna gave it to us.” He smiled broadly at her. 256
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Graham said, “When she came to my office Anna didn’t even know about the silver bracelet. Tony found it by the barn at the far end of their property and turned it in.” “No, I didn’t. My husband kept that, and the fact there had been a campfire by the barn, to himself.” Anna was glad Tony had kept a secret or two of his own. In small measure, they got her off the hot seat regarding the borrowed video. “Bracelet? Campfire?” Debra looked at the adults in turn, obviously in search of answers. Graham supplied them. “Right. The killer, as we know now, was a woman. She walked through Anna and Tony’s vineyard on the night of the murder. The far edge of the vineyard brings anyone within walking distance of the Pilchards, and just about anywhere else in the neighborhood. Going through the vineyard meant there wouldn’t be a need for a car. No one would see anything parked near the Pilchard home. The perp,” Graham shot a smile at Tony before he continued, “lit a small fire, probably to keep warm, while she waited for the hour to be suitably late. She wanted—hoped—everyone would be asleep when she delivered her murderous gift. But when she sat by the campfire, she dropped a silver bracelet. Tony found it when he scouted the area for clues.” “You’re a regular Andy Hardy, aren’t you?” Anna teased. She winked at her husband before turning her attention to Merlot. “Or maybe we should call him Doctor Watson. What do you think, Merlot?” The animal put a paw over her nose, then sneezed delicately. Anna grazed her thumb over the cat’s white bib, murmuring, “Bless you, darling Kitty.” “So far all I’ve heard are pieces of the puzzle,” Diane said. She held her hands out, palms turned to the sky. “I still don’t get it. Spill it, Anna. And don’t tell the cat to tell the tale, ei257
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ther. How did you finally put it all together?” “Well, this morning at the Farmer’s Market, I knew for sure. This morning was kind of chilly, like we would expect a July morning could be. We live here, so we know that even in the middle of summer mornings can have a nip to them. You see, only someone familiar with life in Upstate New York could anticipate the possible need for something warm on a morning like this one was. Right?” Diane, and several others, nodded. Anna went on. “Vermont has a climate similar to ours. Someone from Vermont would also prepare for a chilly summer morning. Someone from Manhattan, however, would not know to bring along a sweatshirt.” “A sweatshirt—can you believe it? She solves a crime wave with a sweatshirt.” Diane slowly shook her head. “I knew as soon as Barbara pulled that sweatshirt out from beneath the table she was Willie and Carolyn Baker’s child. After living in Vermont with her grandmother all her life, she came here. She didn’t come from Manhattan. That was a cover story. She came to the place she’d only heard of in stories. The bad penny theory.” “Bad penny?” Diane looked uncomprehendingly at Anna. “I don’t get it.” “The bad penny theory—it always returns home. Right?” “That’s right, Debra. The bad penny theory. I figured Barbara as the bad penny, turning up at home. Because really, if you think about it, she was the only one who could gain from the mill fire. It was her inheritance, and insured well. And, being a florist she knew all about fertilizers. She knew they could be lethal. Flammable. Barbara was the logical suspect. I just never had any proof it was really her until this 258
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morning. Not until after I saw her wearing the sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was the missing piece of the puzzle.” “But why would she kill Marge and Sam?” Debra still had unanswered questions. Anna shrugged. She couldn’t elaborate much. What she’d seen on the video was damning evidence but she couldn’t— and wouldn’t—tell the teenager much more than she’d said. Anna glanced at Graham. He nodded, and she gave a final piece of information regarding the tapes. “Because she was the last subject in their collection of videos. It appears she had regrets about her, er, exotic escapade. She wanted the tape but Marge and Sam refused to give it to her. They proposed a price to keep quiet about the movie—I’m under the impression Barbara—who is really Bethany Baker—just about paid for Sam’s Mercedes. It was the hush money, that unexpected and unwanted bill she incurred, that sent her close to financial ruin. Barbara almost lost the floral shop. She had to put an end to the financial drain.” “I still don’t know who was going on the cruise.” Madeline looked morose. “And I should. After all, I booked it!” “Barbara.” Graham’s voice was quiet, authoritative. Anna was glad he had jumped in to supply this part of the story. “During the taping of the video, Marge became quite smitten with Barbara. She fancied herself in love. Afterward, Marge proposed the romantic cruise. Barbara accepted, since she knew she’d never have to take the trip. She’d already started to grow the huge zucchini she planned to use to kill the Pilchards.” Anna knew it was the truth but she still found it hard to believe. It sounded preposterous, even to her own ears. A case of truth being stranger than fiction? “The Milton Falls Zucchini Murder,” Debra murmured, 259
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shaking her head. “Pretty much,” Anna said. “She really killed Marge with a zucchini?” Debra quizzed. Anna suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. Deb’s tone gave voice to all the doubts she had been doing battle with herself. Graham didn’t bat an eye. “She did. Barbara Blane, aka Bethany Baker, killed Marge Pilchard with a zucchini. A zucchini bread, to be precise. One that was delivered anonymously in a basket on the Pilchards’ doorstep.” “Unbelievable.” Antonio finished the wine in his glass and poured himself another glass full. Then he drained the small glass again. “Unbelievable but true.” Tony looked around the circle. “And now that it’s over, we can all get back to living our lives. Normally. Without any of this hanging over our heads.” Fireflies flickered. The sound of bats’ wings whispered. A candle dripped wax, then sputtered. Crickets chirped a calming song and a peaceful feeling settled over the group. “I heard Emily Hodges has regained consciousness,” Madeline volunteered. “She has. Emily is expected to make a complete recovery,” Graham said. For a while longer they sat quietly. Then Tony walked over to where Anna sat holding Merlot. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye. Then, in front of all their friends and neighbors, he bowed low, held out his hand and asked, “Posso avere questo ballo?” Anna smiled up at the man who had stolen her heart the moment she’d first gazed on him and nodded. “Yes, tesoro mio. You may have this dance.” Anna rose, setting Merlot on her chair. The cat curled into a ball and continued to purr. “But 260
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what about music?” “We’ll make our own music.” Tony took Anna’s hand and led her toward the rows of grapevines that stretched into the darkness. He called over his shoulder. “Excuse us, please. Make yourselves at home. Feel free to eat and drink as much you’d like, for as long as you’d like. I’m off to dance beneath the stars, in the middle of the vineyard, with my darling wife.” A voice followed them. “I’m not trying to give you a hard time, Anna, but I just don’t understand one small thing,” Diane called. “What don’t you understand?” Anna allowed herself to melt into the strong, muscular body of her one true love. He held her close and they began to dance, sheltered by the vines and tendrils that were, even this early in the season, heavy with fruit. The aroma of ripening grapes perfumed the air. Anna’s heartbeat quickened when Tony trailed kisses along her neck. She arched her spine, making herself more accessible to his touch. “How exactly did the sweatshirt solve both cases— without a doubt—for you?” Anna smiled. Thank God it’s an easy question to answer! “The sweatshirt has two holes in it. It’s the same color as the scrap Nonno found on the rosebush the morning Marge was murdered. And it matches the piece Tony found on Madeline’s arbor after her assault. So when I saw the sweatshirt, with the holes and in that ugly shade, I just knew for sure. The murderer wore brown. And she’d left the pieces of the puzzle—the sweatshirt scraps—behind to prove it.” “No more questions,” Tony whispered. His dance steps were slow and sensual. “Just…you and I…the vine261
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yard…moonlight…mambo. What do you say, Anna?” “Yes…a million times, yes.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Sarita Leone lives in a remote area of New York with her wonderful husband Vito. Their days are filled with laughter and their nights are spent dancing beneath the stars. When she’s not writing, Sarita enjoys hiking, boating, reading and drawing. News of the author’s upcoming releases can be found on her website, www.saritaleone.com and bits and pieces from her daily life are journaled in her blog, called From the Heart. Its web home is www.saritaleone.blogspot.com
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