Sarah Woods Mystery Series (1-6) Boxed Set (4 page)

Chapter 8

Leaving the café and the plate of cold pancakes, I drove to the movie theater and bought a ticket to “That’s the Way Love Goes.” A romantic comedy about two people who meet in a karaoke club and fall in love would be a welcome distraction, and preferable, in any case, to going home to face the music.  

After the movie, I stopped at the supermarket and returned home with a trunk full of groceries. The weather having taken a turn for the worse, I was looking forward to slipping into my pajamas and cuddling in bed with a good book. Pulling up to a dark house, I made my way, in the rain, to the back door clutching bags of groceries, and noticed Daniel’s car was gone. Guess he was feeling better. He’d probably gone out for a beer and burger with his pal, Eddie, and Brian was probably still at Nick’s. I found myself pleased by the prospect of having the house to myself. Heaving the bags onto the kitchen table, my finger instinctively felt for and flipped the light switch. The thought that the bulb had burned out was dismissed when the light switch by the stove produced the same results. The power was out. Rummaging in the kitchen drawer for a stray candle and matches, my finger brushed something sharp.

“
Damn it!” I muttered, soto voce, closing my lips around my finger, the salty taste of blood filling my mouth. I leaned against the counter. Perfect. The one and only night I happen to be in the house alone and there’s no electricity.

As I walked across the kitchen towards the living room, I thought I heard a sound in the hall. I froze. I listened again. Was someone in my house? Panicked, I snatched a dirty knife from the counter and held on to the handle with both hands. I stood glued to the floor, the thumping of my heart hindering my ability to hear anything else. I was terrified, but told myself not to succumb to the fear. If someone meant to do me harm, I would be ready this time. My trepidation quickly turned to anger and my legs began to move as if of their own volition.  I started down the hall armed with a weapon that probably couldn’t cut through a bowl of Jell-o.

“
Who’s there?” I called out, sweat beginning to trickle down my back. Noticing, as I peered into my bedroom, a flicker of light illuminating a person’s shadow, my fingers tightened around the knife handle. The shadow moved and I lunged into the bedroom, stumbling over something on the floor and landed hard on my knee right next to my bed. The knife slipped out of my hands and clattered across the hardwood floor. As I scrambled to my feet, I heard a familiar voice.

“
Sarah! What in the world are you doing?” It was Daniel, standing at the end of the bed holding a candle. Looking around the bedroom, I saw four or five lighted candles and heard soft music playing in the background.  

Daniel walked over and draped his arms around me. His wavy brown hair was wet and his skin smelled of soap.

“Were you going to stab me with a butter knife?” he asked.

“
Guess my emotions are rubbed raw,” I said, smiling up at him.

“
Poor sweetheart,” he chuckled, obviously amused by the situation. If I hadn’t felt so relieved, I would have slapped him. But then his mood changed. He became quite serious as he looked down at me, an odd glimmer in his eye.  

“
Since we have no electricity, why don’t we use this romantic candlelight to our advantage?” he suggested, removing my jacket.

“
Thought you were sick.”

“
Oh, that,” he said, scratching his chin. “That was just me being a big baby.” He bent down and kissed me on the lips.  

“
Where’s Brian?” I asked.  

“
I told him he could drive my car over to Nick’s,” he said, the warm candlelight playing over his face.  

“
I see. I suppose you think you’re going to get lucky tonight,” I teased.  

“
Luck has nothing to do with it,” he said as he unbuttoned my blouse. Then he picked me up, deposited me gently on the bed, and kissed me again, slow and soft, the way he used to when we first met. “Can you forgive me for being such a selfish prick?” he implored, holding my face in his hands and starting to kiss my neck.

“
Well, I can see you’re trying very hard to make it up to me.”

I closed my eyes and willed myself to feel something. Anything. Unfortunately, my heart just wasn’t in it. And why not? Maybe it was the fact that I had just been through a traumatic ordeal. Or maybe it was merely the absence of passion between us that had existed for so long. Images of Rita68 danced through my mind.

But wanting to avoid a quarrel, I let him undress me anyway. I was simply too tired to say no.  

Chapter 9

Monday, November 8

I stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water wash over me. Life was peculiar. Daniel’s tenderness the night before had astonished me, but I didn’t entirely trust it. He was probably just feeling guilty about his Internet love affair, or whatever it was. I didn’t want to admit to myself that my heart was already resigned. Daniel and I were just going through the motions of man and wife. We were both to blame.

I decided to put my marital woes out of my mind for the time being. There were other issues to contend with. Knowing I had to pull myself together and get back to work was a relief of sorts. I needed the distraction. As I was readying myself for my return to the office, Daniel came into the bedroom, suitcase in hand, dressed in his customary business attire. He dropped the bag and extended his arms to me.  

“
I can postpone my trip ‘till the end of the month. It’s not too late,” he said, feigning a pout. He was putting on a good act. 

“
Brian and I can survive a few days without you.”

“
I know, but you need me right now. I already feel like an ass as it is. Better yet, why don’t you come on this trip with me? Miami will be warm and sunny. You can lounge by the pool while I’m in my meetings. Brian can take care of himself for a few days.”  

“
I can’t miss Beth’s service tomorrow.”

“
Okay. Guess I can understand that.” He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and hefted his suitcase. “I’ll see you in a few days then,” he said, turning towards the door. “Give Brian a hug for me, will ya?”

A small part of me wanted to go with him. The notion of warm weather almost made me change my mind. But then I flashed back to a business trip I’d made with him to Las Vegas several years ago. The company he worked for, Ace Technologies was hosting its annual conference. He’d assured me we’d have lots of time to do fun things together between his meetings. It hadn’t turned out that way. I’d spent most of my time by myself, watching pay-per-view movies in the hotel room. Good times. Shaking off the memories, I got dressed.  

Twenty-five minutes later I was walking into the office, half expecting to see Beth sitting at her desk. Reality lost no time in slapping me hard me across the face. It always fascinated me that a person could be alive one minute and gone the next and the world kept on going just the same.  

I set my purse on the desk and began to flip through the pages of the appointment book. It became apparent as I leafed through the client files how organized Beth had been. Six weeks ago, when Daniel had suggested that I hire someone to help me run the business, I had thought it might be more trouble than it was worth. But when Beth walked into the office and applied for the job, I’d hired her on the spot. We had an instant chemistry, and she’d turned out to be the perfect receptionist. Punctual. Always willing to do whatever was necessary. She’d even taken an interest in the practice end of it, asking questions about clients and their treatments, wanting to understand how the various techniques helped people with particular physical complaints.  

As I sat lost in thought, the mailman walked in. I signed for a small package, together with a handful of envelopes. When he left, I opened the small, brown box and removed the bottles of essential oils I’d ordered the week before. Picking up the envelopes and leafing through them, I came upon one addressed to Beth Stevens. It was pale yellow and looked to be a greeting card by the square shape. There was no return address. To just throw it away seemed too cold, to give it to Jacob or Max too heartless. I decided to open it. “Congratulations on Your Engagement” was printed in raised, gold script on the front. Inside, it read:  

 
 
Dear Beth,  

 
 
I am so pleased to hear of your engagement. I will be in town next Saturday, November 13, on business and would love to meet for drinks at Barney’s at 4 p.m. Looking forward to seeing you again, and please give my regards to your fiancé, Jacob.  

 
Love,  

 
Your cousin,

 
Greg  

Deciding to hold onto it, I tucked the card into my purse. When I glanced back down at the client list, the sadness and anger began to creep back in. The thought of Beth’s life cut short made me want to scream.

I had just finished rescheduling all the appointments when an attractive woman who looked to be in her early thirties walked in.  

“
Hi, can I help you?” I asked, wondering if she was one of Gabby’s clients.

“
Yes. My name is Lindy,” she said, looking around the waiting room. “Is Beth working today? I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and say hi ... ” She’d seemed about to say more when she saw the look on my face. Shaking my head, I stood up and walked around the desk. She removed her sunglasses revealing long brown bangs that covered her eyebrows.

“
I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Beth died a few days ago.” I cleared my throat, then remembered, too late, that I was supposed to refrain from mentioning details to anyone. She didn’t react at first, but after a few long seconds my words seemed to sink in. She brought a hand to her mouth and looked at me. “What happened?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.  

I ran the fingers of my left hand over my temple, pushing back some loose strands of hair. “It’s being investigated by the police,” I began, “and I’ve been asked not to say anything about it to anyone.”  

“
Well,” she said, with a quick roll of her eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to say anything. I mean, really?”

“
I’m sorry,” I said, walking back around the desk.  

I began to write the time and place of Beth’s service on a slip of paper, but the woman turned on her heel and walked out the door indignantly. I followed her outside, piece of paper in hand.  

“
Excuse me, Lindy, you might want this.” I called out, waving the piece of paper in the air. She looked at me, put her sunglasses back on, and got in her car without a word. I watched her drive off ...  in a white Subaru Outback.  

 
 
The moment my brain registered what I was seeing, intuition kicked into overdrive. I ran to my desk and grabbed my purse and car keys.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins drove my foot down harder and harder on the accelerator. What was I doing? It was absurd. But I couldn’t ignore the coincidence. Was this the car Beth had been in just a few days ago? If so, why in the world would Beth try to hide it, especially with the owner being a woman? And who was this Lindy? Seeing that she was just three cars ahead of me, I hung back. I didn’t think she’d seen me, but figured I should be careful.  

Where was she going? And what did I think I was going to do once we got there? Lindy suddenly took a sharp left turn at a set of lights that had just turned yellow and I cursed the cars in front of me for not going faster. Damn it, I was going to lose her. Just as the car ahead of me turned, the light went red.  Determining that I had a small window of opportunity, I floored it and turned just as the oncoming traffic got the green. I didn’t hear a single horn as, hands firmly clenching the steering wheel, I searched the road ahead. Spotting her, I began to accelerate when she pulled off to the right and stopped in front of a coffee shop called Gina’s. I braked and pulled off on the left side of the road.  

The neighborhood was quaint, a handful of hair salons, art galleries, and cafés along cobblestone streets. A few blocks away, a man was walking a dog along the tree-lined sidewalks.  

The Subaru’s driver’s side door opened, Lindy’s legs swung out, and her feet struck the pavement. She pulled her bag out of the car behind her, pushed the door shut, and went into the cafe. I was dying to see who was meeting her, but it was outrageous enough that I’d even followed her, so I elected to wait in the car.  

Five minutes had passed by when my cell phone rang. It was Brian.

“
Hey, sweetheart. Home from school?” I asked, all the while keeping my eyes on the entrance to the café.  

“
Yeah. Hey, Mom. Okay if I go to the basketball game later with friends?”  

“
I guess so. Have you done your homework?”

“
Did it in study hall.”  

“
Will you be back in time for dinner?”  

“
Uh, don’t know.”  

“
Well, I was thinking with Dad gone you and I could go out for Mexican tonight.” When Brian hesitated, I saved him the trouble of worrying about saying the wrong thing and hurting my feelings.

“
Never mind. We can do it some other time. I’ve got things to do anyway.”

“
Well, it’s just that Kerry’s having people over after the game. We were going to order pizza or something.” 

“
Sure. Go ahead. Have fun. Leave your old mom in the dust. I’m used to it by now.”

“
Thanks, Mom. See you later, okay?”

The joys of having a teenager. Maybe someday, I thought, he’ll actually want to spend time with me again.  

I tossed my cell on the seat and decided to make a note of Lindy’s plate number. My concentration was broken by a loud knock on my car window. I jumped and looked up to see the man I’d seen walking his dog earlier. He motioned for me to roll down my window. Cracking it no more than an inch, I smiled and said, “Can I help you with something?”  

“
Actually, I thought I might be able to help you,” he said, all smiles and bad teeth. “I noticed a scratch in the paint on the side of your car, and, well, you see, I own a body shop here in town. Here’s my card if you’d like me to fix it for you.”

“
Oh. Thank you,” I said, taking the card and waving goodbye. Some nerve. The dog walking was probably the guy’s way of scoping out the neighborhood every day for prospective customers.  

As man and dog walked off, I glanced back at the coffee shop again. Lindy’s car was gone! Looking up the road and seeing nothing, I pounded the steering wheel. After a few minutes of cursing myself for being so stupid, I looked down at the license number I’d jotted down in my notebook. What was I going to do with it? If I called Detective Flynn, how would I explain following someone halfway across town on a hunch that got me essentially nowhere? Instead, I called Gabby.

“
Hey, it’s Sarah,” I said when she answered. “Wanna go out for margaritas tonight? I need to fill you in on some things. And I could really use some advice. My treat.”  

Gabby accepted without hesitation. “I can meet you at six. Usual place?”

“
Yeah. Thanks. See you then, Gab.”

Later that evening, sipping margaritas with her at my favorite bar, Coco’s Cantina, I told Gabby about Lindy. So engrossed was she in the tale of my brief stint as private investigator that she’d drunk almost her entire margarita.

“
So what happened after you followed her to the café?”  

“
Nothing is what happened. Some guy knocked on my window trying to sell me something and when I looked back at her car, it was gone,” I shook my head. “She couldn’t have been in that café more than five minutes.”  

“
Wow. Guess you better not quit your day job.”

“
No shit.”

“
What would you have done, anyway? Confront her?” Gabby licked some salt from the rim of her glass.  

“
I hadn’t really thought it through. I was acting on impulse.”  

“
Hey, look, maybe we should go to the police and tell them about all of this. Let them sort it out. It is not your responsibility, or your burden, to solve Beth’s murder.” Gabby rested a hand on my shoulder.  

“
It’s not just about Beth, you know. Her killer attacked me, too. I need to figure this out,” I said, staring into what little was left of my own drink.  

“
Yeah. I figured as much. You’re a stubborn bitch, you know that?” Gabby smiled and punched me gently on the arm.  

“
By the way, did you know Beth has a gorgeous brother named Max? I met him the other day.”

“
What? She never mentioned a brother.”  

“
He must have known about me from Beth. I was at the coffee shop and he just came in, sat down next to me, and introduced himself.”  

Gabby narrowed her eyes.
“
How’d he know you’d be there?”  

“
I don’t really know, come to think of it. He didn’t say.”  

“
Sounds a little creepy to me.”

“
He was nice enough.”  

“
So what’d he have to say?”  

“
He wanted to talk about Beth. He seems to think Jacob may have had something to do with her death. He’s not a big fan of Beth’s fiancé.”