Tragic Toppings (2 page)

“He’s in Dillsboro,” I answered. My boyfriend was a state police investigator. As a matter of fact, that was how we’d first met. Our dating life had been turbulent for a while, but these days, the only problem we had was too much time apart as he traveled the state solving crime.

Momma nodded. “That’s right, I read about it in the newspaper this morning. Who could imagine that someone might rob a train in this day and age?”

A pair of daring bandits had robbed a recreational train that traveled private tracks in the North Carolina mountains, sticking up its passengers car by car, and then vanishing into the woods on waiting four-wheelers before anyone could stop them. It wasn’t exactly the Great Train Robbery, but it was enough to spur Jake’s boss into action. It didn’t hurt that the governor’s daughter had been on the train on her honeymoon. I’d ridden that train more times than I could count, but fortunately, I’d missed that particular trip.

“Jake said they made off with a lot of loot,” I said. “He’s working the backcountry with dogs searching for them right now.”

“The things that man does in the course of a day’s work,” my mother said.

“Don’t kid yourself. He loves every second of it,” I said.

Chief Martin chose that moment to come out of the kitchen. He had a stern look on his face that quickly melted when he saw my mother.

“Hello, Dorothy. You look lovely today.”

So help me, I almost caught my mother blushing. “You should save some of that praise for later,” she said.

“Oh, trust me. I’ve got plenty more where that came from.” It was odd seeing that boyish grin on the police chief. I nearly told them to get a room, but I kept my mouth shut just for a change of pace. He smiled broadly at her and said, “I’ll see you at six.”

A troubled look crossed my mother’s face. “Should you be going out on a date with me when you’re just beginning a new case? If you’d rather postpone and keep searching for Emily, I’d understand completely.”

“Not on your life,” he said. “I’m not willing to wait another minute for our first date. Believe me, I’ve waited long enough.” That much was true; the man had been pining over my mother since they’d been in grade school together. In a softer voice, he added, “Besides, I’m not even certain this is a real case. Emily’s a grown woman, and until we hear differently, I’m not jumping to any conclusions about where she might be.”

I was happy my mother was going out again, but I didn’t need to hear any more from them at the moment. “Chief, did you need me for anything else?” I asked.

He looked surprised to see me still standing there. “What? No, we’re finished, at least for now.”

“Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” That was a big whopping lie, since we didn’t have a single customer waiting to be served, and Emma clearly had things in back under control, but I wasn’t all that crazy about having the police cruiser parked in front of my shop, no matter what folks thought about the fond relationship that existed between cops and donuts.

“Yes, I’d better be moving on myself.” I couldn’t believe it when he tipped the brim of an imaginary hat to my mother, and I was about to say something when Momma said, “I’ll see you this evening, Phillip.”

“I can’t wait,” he said as he left the shop.

After he was gone, Momma said, “I’m afraid you’ll be on your own for dinner tonight, Suzanne.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’ve already got plans myself.”

“Jake’s not going to have time to come back to April Springs just to take you out to eat, is he?”

I shook my head. “No, but it’s the next best thing. Grace and I are going out on the town.” Grace Gauge was my best friend, and frequent coconspirator. She liked nothing more than digging into an investigation with me, but things had been quiet lately.

At least they had been until Emily stepped away from her shop without telling anyone where she was going.

*   *   *

I was just getting ready to close the donut shop for the day at the crack of noon when something caught my eye outside. A man was approaching Donut Hearts with a halting, limping gait, and for a moment, I didn’t recognize him. But as he got closer, I saw that it was George Morris, a retired cop and good friend who had been injured, not in the line of duty, but following a lead for me. I’d been overwhelmed with guilt since his accident. No, “accident” wasn’t the right word. His injury had resulted from a purposeful event, and my part in causing it was something I still had a hard time coming to grips with.

I rushed to open the door for him, and did my best to hide the sadness I felt when I saw him. With my bravest smile, I said, “George, you’re looking good.”

He grinned at me. “Suzanne, you’re lying through your teeth, but I appreciate the sentiment. How are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking you,” I said as I stepped aside and let him in.

“I’m fine.” He paused, and then grimaced slightly as he came into the shop. “Well, at least I’m getting better all the time. What more can anybody ask for than that, right?” He tried to smile, though I could see that it was a little forced.

“You’re getting around pretty good.”

He tapped his cane on the floor. “I do my best. Now enough about me. What’s this I hear about Emily Hargraves?”

“How did you hear about that? News travels fast around April Springs, doesn’t it?”

“Faster than you can imagine. How did you get involved in Emily’s disappearance?”

I frowned at him. “What makes everyone think that I’m involved?”

“Come on, Suzanne, I’m not a cop anymore, but when I retired, I didn’t give up my skills
or
my contacts. I hear things. The whole town’s buzzing about her last being seen here at the shop.” He tapped his cane again. “This thing has slowed my pace down some, but in a way, it’s been a blessing. You’d be amazed how folks open up to an old man with a cane.” He paused, and then added, “If you’re not involved in the case, you might consider looking into what happened to her yourself.”

“Why do you say that?” George certainly knew how to get my attention.

“I’ve heard talk that some folks around town suspect that you’re the reason she’s gone.” He said it flatly, as though he were announcing baseball scores for Little League.

“Just because she was last seen here doesn’t mean I had anything to do with her disappearance. Besides, we don’t have any reason to suspect that anything is even wrong.” My voice must have gotten a little louder as I spoke, and a few folks in the shop glanced over at us. “Hang on a second,” I said to George. I wasn’t about to get into that conversation with customers still in the donut shop. I put on my brightest smile and said, “Folks, it’s closing time. Thanks for coming to Donut Hearts, and we hope to see you all again tomorrow.”

After everyone was gone, I locked the door and turned back to George. “I’m sorry,” I said once I’d managed to calm down a little. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that.”

“Don’t apologize to me. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard. We need to do something, to help.”

I grabbed a broom and started sweeping. “Slow down. Whether I look into this or not, you’re not going to be involved in it this time. You’re recuperating, remember?”

“This?” he asked, waving the cane in the air. “It’s no hardship; more of an inconvenience, really. I might not be able to chase anyone down in a footrace, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely useless.”

From the tone in his voice, I could tell that I’d angered George, the last thing I wanted to do. “Don’t you understand? Look at it from my point of view. I can’t risk letting you get hurt again,” I said, the honesty in my answer surprising me as much as it clearly did him.

He just shook his head. “Suzanne, a meteor could fall from the sky in the next ten seconds and I’d be just as dead as if something else happened to me. Just being alive is a constant risk, but it’s not something I’m ready to give up on.” He rubbed his chin for a moment, and then added, “You don’t have to include me in your investigation, but that doesn’t mean you can stop me from digging around into what happened to Emily on my own. She’s a friend of mine, too, and I aim to find out what happened to her, with or without your blessing. Do we understand each other?”

I knew I was fighting a losing battle, so the only hope I had of reining him in was stepping in myself, whether I believed there was cause for alarm or not. “I get it, but I’m still not sure there’s any reason to panic, at least not yet. Want a donut?” I asked.

“No, thanks, I’ve already had my breakfast, and I’m headed out to lunch now.”

“You can put it in a bag and take it home for later,” I said as I grabbed a plain cake donut and slid it into a bag. As I handed it to him, I said, “After all, it’s still all I’m able to pay you for your professional investigative services.”

He took the bag with a smile, and then asked, “What, no coffee anymore? I used to get both when I worked for you. Times are tough, I suppose.”

I laughed, despite my reservations. “One coffee to go, it is. You drive a hard bargain.”

George smiled at me. “I don’t know; you’re no pushover yourself.”

I filled a to-go cup, and then gave it to him.

“Now we’re in business,” I said with a grin.

“When do we start?” George asked.

I’d agreed to enlist his help more to keep him from going off on his own than for a real need to dig into Emily’s life. After all, I wasn’t so sure I’d want anyone overreacting if I stepped away from Donut Hearts without taking out a full-page ad in the newspaper. “As soon as I finish closing up the shop I’ll call Grace. Why don’t you disappear for half an hour or so, and then come back?” Hopefully Emily would show up on her own before that.

“You’re not going to do anything without me, are you?” The look of concern on his face was clear.

“I have a lot of work to do before I can leave Donut Hearts,” I said. “Emma and I have to finish cleaning the place up, and I’ve still got to cash out the register and run my reports. Those things take time.” I touched his shoulder lightly as I added, “Come on, George, don’t be so paranoid. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Point taken,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll go grab a bite to eat. See you later.”

After he left the shop, I watched him walk away. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn that George’s limp had suddenly gotten better. I suspected that having a purpose again was helping take his mind off his injury. As I replayed our conversation in my head, I realized that he had been completely right. I had no business trying to tell him how to run his life. If George wanted to take a few risks in order to feel alive, I wasn’t about to stop him. All I could do was try to make the dangers more manageable, and I couldn’t do that if he was off investigating on his own.

I kept working in the front, and a little later, Emma came out drying her hands on a dishtowel. “The dishes are done and the trays are clean.” She glanced at the case. “I see you boxed up the last couple of dozen donuts. Anything else I can do to help out here?”

“No, we’re good. You can go on. I’ll balance the register, and then I’m taking off myself.”

She grabbed a broom. “That’s okay. I can sweep up if you’d like.”

“I took care of that already,” I said. I looked carefully at her and then asked, “Emma, are you stalling for some reason?”

“Honestly? I don’t want to go home,” she said, and I saw her fighting tears.

“Why not?” I asked softly. I knew she and her father had difficulties sometimes, but I’d never heard her hesitate about going home after a long shift at the donut shop.

“Dad means well, but he’s going to ask me a thousand questions about Emily, and I don’t know how to answer a single one of them. I’m a little concerned about where she might be, and he’s not going to make it any easier for me. Emily’s not just another story for his newspaper to me; she’s my friend.”

“Mine, too,” I said, touching her shoulder softly. “I’m sure she’s fine, and that she has no idea how worried we all are about her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Don’t worry. I’m calling Grace, George has already promised to help, and we’ll all do our best to track her down. In the meantime, you can’t keep avoiding your dad. Tell him what you just told me, and ask him to give you a break. He’s not a bad guy if you give him half a chance.”

“I know,” she said, and suddenly tried to smile. “I’m okay.”

“Good girl,” I said, and let her out. The cash register balanced out on the first try, to my unending joy, and I prepared the bank deposit. When I was ready to lock up, I grabbed my phone and called Grace at home. I knew she was there doing paperwork, part of her responsibilities as a supervisor for her company.

“Hey there,” I said when she picked up.

“I was just getting ready to call you,” she answered.

“What’s going on?”

“Believe it or not, I’ve got a problem. Someone I know just disappeared.”

It didn’t even surprise me that she’d already heard about Emily. “Trust me, I know. I’m not entirely certain that it’s worthy of all this fuss, but she was last seen at the donut shop this morning.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and then Grace asked, “What on earth are you talking about, Suzanne?”

I was baffled by her response. “Emily Hargraves is missing,” I said. “Isn’t that who you’re worried about?”

“No, someone else in town has disappeared. It seems as though we’ve got an epidemic on our hands.”

CHAPTER 2

“Who are you missing?” I asked Grace as I clutched the telephone.

“Tim Leander was supposed to be here two hours ago to do some work for me, but he never showed up.”

I knew the town handyman well, and one of the things Tim prided himself on was his punctuality. If he couldn’t make it, he’d always call. Tim was a man we’d all grown to count on. Two years before, our furnace had died in the dead of winter, and Tim had dropped everything and rushed over in the middle of the night to fix it for us without question or complaint. There were dozens of reasons for all of us in town to love him for his willingness to always lend a hand when we needed him. “Maybe he got held up at his last job,” I said, hoping that was true.