Money Can Be Deadly (Sage Gardens Cozy Mystery Book 2) (3 page)

Walt was already on his porch when Eddy and Samantha walked up to his villa.

“What's going on?” Walt looked anxious as he gripped the railing of the porch. “I saw the police cars taking off.”

“We're here to tell you. But maybe we should go inside?” Eddy nodded towards Samantha. “Samantha needs something for her nerves.”

“I'm fine, Eddy.” Samantha shot him a stubborn look.

“Sure you are.” He gestured for all of them to step inside. Walt held the door for Samantha. Once they were inside he set a pot of tea on the stove to brew.

“It must be something bad. It's something bad isn't it?” Walt frowned. He ran his fingertips along the tea bags to make sure that they were all evenly placed inside the box.

“The police found the body of the activities bus driver in the grass by the water,” Eddy explained.

“Vince, wasn't it?” Walt asked. “How terrible. He seemed like a good person.”

“Did you ever talk to him?” Samantha asked.

“Not really. You know I can't stand the idea of getting on one of those buses.” He cringed at the very idea. “They are very unsafe, and impossible to keep clean.” He poured tea for each of them and set the cups down on napkins on the table. “How did he die?”

“It looks like he was stabbed,” Eddy's voice lowered slightly. Samantha was suddenly glad that Eddy hadn't allowed her to take a closer look. From his expression she could tell that it was a gory sight.

“How terrible,” Walt repeated. “This is going to get all of the residents pretty upset.”

“So, none of us really knew him?” Samantha added. “It seems sad, doesn't it? That someone can be a regular part of your life without you ever getting to know them?”

“Well, it's a bit like the gardener I suppose.” Walt shrugged.

“I actually know Simon pretty well.” Samantha smiled. “He always gives me tips for my little garden.”

“Simon is very friendly.” Eddy nodded his head in agreement.

“Well, I didn't mean this gardener, but I mean when we are in our daily routine it is easy to overlook the people that only play a small role,” he said. “If that makes sense.”

“I guess.” Samantha nodded a little. “I just wish I hadn’t let the backpack out of my sight.”

“Backpack?” Walt questioned.

“Samantha found a backpack in the river before the body was found,” Eddy explained. “It had drugs in it, cocaine. But when she brought it up to her villa she left it outside, because it was wet, and a few minutes later when she took me to see it, it was missing.”

“Wow!” Walt said with wide eyes. “I wonder who took it. You need to be very careful, Sam.”

“I will be.” She nodded. “I still think that it's important that we find out what really happened to Vince. I have a feeling that the police will be eager to dismiss the murder as quickly as they discovered it.”

“What makes you think that?” Eddy asked. He spoke with a bit of defensiveness in his voice.

“I think it will be easy to just assume that Vince's death was drug related, rather than looking into it thoroughly. I don't mean that they won't do their job, Eddy. I just think they’ll try to solve the murder as quickly as possible. I doubt that they will consider Vince an important person,” she said grimacing. “It's not right, but it's the truth, isn't it?”

“Not always. You have to have a little more faith in the police, Samantha. Let's give them their chance to investigate and see what they turn up. Like I said before, if I don't think they're doing a good job of it, then we'll decide if we want to get involved. All right?” He looked at Samantha, hoping that she would agree.

Samantha was silent as she stared down at the table. Walt stood up and began to clear the tea cups from the table.

“Eddy is right, we need to let this rest for now, Samantha,” Walt said sternly, but his gaze was gentle. “There's no need to get in the middle of things when we don't know any more information than the police do. I mean, what could we possibly find out that they couldn't?” He carried the cups over to the sink and set them carefully inside.

“I'm not sure. But I just feel like we need to try.” Samantha frowned. She fidgeted with the napkin that had been under her cup.

“I think you feel a little guilty,” Eddy suggested. He looked at her with a hesitant smile. “It's not your fault, Samantha. You know that, don't you?”

“Why would she feel guilty?” Walt asked. He looked very confused as he carefully washed the tea cups.

“Because, she didn't hear or see anything. Samantha, I'm sure the murder took place before you ever even woke up this morning. How could you know?” He met her eyes directly. “There was nothing that you could have done.”

Samantha nodded a little, but she didn't really agree. If she had slept with her window open she might have heard screams or an argument. If she had gotten up to use the bathroom, she might have noticed someone running past her window. Instead, she had been oblivious to the fact that someone was being murdered just outside. It seemed impossible to her that she had gone about her morning, making tea, walking down to the water, without ever sensing that something wasn't right.

“There was nothing you could have done,” Walt repeated Eddy's words. “What happened wasn't good, but you know, it seems like Vince made his own bed.”

“What does that mean?” Samantha asked. She looked at Walt intently.

“I mean, he was probably involved in drug dealing. That's not exactly good for your health.” Walt sat back down at the table.

“Walt, I didn't expect you to be like that.” Samantha frowned with distaste.

“Like what? Statistically speaking those that engage in criminal behavior run a much higher chance of meeting an untimely death. It's just math.” He looked up at Samantha with a puzzled expression. “Did I say something upsetting?”

“I think that Samantha just means that Vince is not a statistic, he's someone we all knew,” Eddy explained.

“Samantha, I didn't mean to offend you.” Walt looked at her with concern.

“You didn't, Walt, it's okay. I think this entire experience is catching up with me.” She stood up from the table. “I'm going to head home. It's been a long morning for me,” Samantha muttered. She was still annoyed with Walt. He was brilliant, but sometimes his intelligence seemed to limit his empathy. Eddy watched as she walked out of the villa. Samantha's shoulders were slumped with the weight of the burden that she was carrying.

As Samantha walked towards her villa, she noticed some commotion near the office. There was a police car, as well as two officers talking to the gardener. Samantha stared as the two officers stepped closer to the gardener. Simon was a gentle giant, well over six foot and with a forehead as broad as a billboard. He didn't talk much, but he worked hard at keeping the grounds tended. She couldn't imagine what business the officers would have with him.

“If you're going to stare, you might as well get closer.” Eddy stepped up from just behind her.

“Eddy, what have I told you about sneaking up on me?” Samantha shot him an annoyed look.

“It's not my fault that your observational skills have become rusty over the years.” Eddy smirked.

“Oh trust me, there's nothing rusty about my observational skills. But I've become accustomed to people not popping up out of nowhere.” She looked back at the officers in time to see them handcuffing Simon. “What are they doing?”

“Looks like they have a suspect in mind,” Eddy's voice grew grim. He didn't look any more convinced than Samantha was. “Maybe, we should find out before they drive off.”

“That's ridiculous!” Samantha frowned as she watched the officers restrain Simon. “Simon would never hurt anyone. You're right, let's go see what's going on.”

Samantha and Eddy walked towards the police officers. Simon was barely holding back tears. “But I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything,” he kept repeating. Samantha could hear the tears in his voice. Her heart ached for him as she knew that he had to be terrified. “I don't know how it got in there, honestly I don't.”

“We'll figure that out when we get downtown,” the officer said sternly. He steered Simon towards the police car. The problem was he was quite large and his hands were cuffed so it was difficult to get him into the backseat of the patrol car.

“What's the meaning of this?” Samantha demanded. She walked right up to the officers.

“Samantha,” Eddy chastised. But it was too late. The officers had just managed to get Simon into the backseat. They both turned to face Samantha with irritated expressions.

“Is there a problem?” the taller officer asked.

“Why are you taking this man into custody?” Samantha demanded. Her tone was verging on disrespectful.

“He's in custody because he's suspected of murder.” The officer looked between Eddy and Samantha. His demeanor shifted from annoyed to stern. “Is there something that you know, that we don't?”

“Just that Simon is not a killer,” Samantha said with clear confidence. She had a tendency to be very protective. She had seen a lot of injustice during her time as a crime journalist. Just because a person was convicted of a crime, that didn't always mean that they were guilty of that crime. She didn't want to see Simon go through that, too. Although, she didn't like to cross the police, she would if she thought someone was being wrongfully accused.

“Oh? How do you know that?” The officer took a step closer to Samantha.

“I just do. He's a good man. He keeps to himself.” Samantha straightened her shoulders and planted her feet firmly. She was determined not to be intimidated.

“So, he puts on a good show and remains isolated?” The officer shook his head. “Classic psychopathic behavior.”

“Someone's been watching too many crime shows,” Eddy muttered under his breath. He could feel the tension building between the officer and Samantha. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she blew and that could lead to her being in handcuffs. “Look, what possible proof could you have that Simon is the killer?”

“Although, you are not someone I have to prove anything to, if you must know, we found the murder weapon in his toolbox.” The officer gestured to an open metal toolbox on the ground beside him. “Now, do you have anything else that you would like to add?”

Samantha watched as the other officer bagged the bloody screwdriver for evidence. Her stomach flipped anxiously. If it was true that Simon had the murder weapon, the case against him would be a slam dunk. She wondered if it was possible that she could have been so off base about him.

“So, he was just walking around with the murder weapon in his toolbox?” Eddy said with disbelief. “That doesn't make much sense to me.”

“Murder doesn't make much sense to me.” The officer narrowed his eyes. “So, I don't expect killers to make sense either.”

“Good point,” Eddy agreed. He glanced over at Samantha. She was still staring at the bagged murder weapon.

“Here is my card.” The officer handed over a business card to each of them. “If either of you think of anything that you feel has something to do with this case, please feel free to call.”

Samantha clutched the card tightly. She nodded as the officer walked over to the car.

“Strange case,” Eddy's quiet words trailed after the car as it drove out of Sage Gardens.

“I just find it very hard to believe, Eddy. Of all the people I have met since I have moved to Sage Gardens, Simon would be one of the last that I would consider dangerous.”

“I have to say he's never struck me as someone to watch out for, even with his size. He's always been friendly enough to me,” Eddy retorted with a puzzled frown. “But with the murder weapon in his toolbox, it's hard to question the arrest.”

“Why would he hide it in his toolbox?” Samantha questioned. “Wouldn’t he just get rid of it?”

“Maybe he panicked,” Eddy said. “Didn’t think it through.”

“I guess it’s possible,” Samantha said but she wasn’t convinced.

“Let me walk you back to your villa.” Eddy smiled sympathetically at her. “I want to make sure you get some rest.”

“How could I rest knowing that Simon has been arrested for something that he didn't do?” She shook her head. “No, I won't be resting. Not until Simon is out of jail.”

“I think you're taking this far too seriously, Samantha. It's not as if they're going to hang him by his toes and torture him. They'll question him. With the murder weapon in his possession they might book him, but if he’s innocent they’ll uncover the truth. Simon will be fine.” Eddy began to lead her back towards her villa.

“Will he, Eddy?” Samantha asked. “Have you ever thought about how traumatic it is for a person to be wrongly accused and held against their will?”

“It's not exactly the same thing as being taken hostage,” Eddy pointed out in a grim tone. They paused outside Samantha's villa.

“Isn't it? I think it's exactly like it. If two armed men walked up to me, tied my hands and threw me in the backseat of their car, wouldn't that be an abduction?” She met his eyes with growing irritation. “How can you not see that?”

“I don't see that because the two men that have taken Simon into custody are not criminals, they are well trained officers of the law. They are sanctioned by the government of this country to be able to make decisions in order to keep the citizens of this country safe. Really, Samantha, sometimes I wonder if you're hoping for complete anarchy.” He frowned and met her eyes with his own flashing gaze. “Get some rest.”