Chapter Ten

 

I spent the night on Ida Belle’s couch, which was a bit risky given the local natives’ choice of rock throwing, but if it happened again, I wanted to be close enough to the door to catch them and hand out my own form of judge and jury. Carter’s method was the legal one, but it didn’t tend to work on crazy. In my experience, the only thing that worked on crazy was crazier, and I could definitely top anything Sinful could deal out.

But apparently, all the crazy was in for the night, and instead, all I got for my efforts was a crick in my neck that took a good hour to work its way out. Gertie was up at the crack of dawn, baking muffins, but they smelled so good I couldn’t complain about her banging pots at 6:00 a.m. She also might have mollified me with a taste…or maybe two. Okay, it was three muffins, but who’s counting?

Carter showed up at ten on the dot, took our statements, and had us sign. Some of the Sinful ladies arrived just after Carter left to work on a quilt, so I headed for home, figuring I was off the babysitting hook for several hours. 

I took a hot shower, working out the last remnants of my neck kinks, then headed downstairs where I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, then stood in the middle of the kitchen processing the uneasy feeling of not knowing what to do. 

It was one of the only times since I’d arrived in Sinful that I didn’t have a single thing to work on. I should probably start the inventory for the estate, but I really didn’t feel like it. And part of me kept hoping that Ahmad would be captured, the price on my head would be lifted, and I’d get to leave Sinful before summer was over and the inventory was due. Then the real Sandy-Sue could handle her inheritance the way she saw fit.

I drummed my fingers on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window, and finally decided to focus on Ida Belle’s home repairs. I needed to measure before getting with Walter to order replacement windows, but in order to do any of the work, I needed tools. I’d seen some tools in Marge’s storage shed, but I hadn’t paid much attention to what she owned, so I headed outside to check it out.

The summer sun beat down on me and the humidity had me covered with a layer of sweat before I’d even made it off the back porch. At this rate, I’d need another shower by the time I went back inside. 

The shed sat behind the house to the right, midway between the house and the bayou. It was shaded by a giant oak tree and had a row of hedges running beside it. I was halfway there when I saw a shadow pass across the window of the shed—the inside of the shed. 

I immediately reached for my piece, then cursed when I remembered that it was on the kitchen counter and not strapped to my hip as it always would have been before I came to Sinful. I hurried back inside, grabbed the nine, and then exited the house by the front door, planning to sneak down the row of hedges and catch whoever was in my shed before they caught sight of me and had a chance to run. 

I crept down the backside of the hedge, hoping the neighbor I shared the hedge with didn’t look outside and see me creeping across his lawn with a handgun. When I reached the shed, I found a good spot to push through the shrubs, then dropped on my hands and knees and crawled through to the back of the shed. 

The back of the shed didn’t have a window, so I stood back up and placed my ear to the wall. Everything was silent for a bit, then I heard something rattle, as if someone had bumped against something inside the shed. I slipped around the corner of the shed and crouched down as I eased past the window. When I reached the end of the shed, I lifted my right arm up, pistol in ready position, then jumped around the corner and threw open the door.

Before I had a chance to focus, much less aim, something hit me square in the face, screeching like a banshee and clawing the top of my head. I scrambled backward, accidentally firing off one round before I could reposition my finger. The creature on my head launched off and scurried into the bushes.

I repositioned my trigger finger and whirled around, preparing to go to war in the shrubbery, when I heard laughter behind me. I glanced over to see Ally standing there, bent over and laughing so hard she was crying. Her boat was pulled up the bank in my backyard.

“Some wild animal attacked me,” I said, feeling a bit outraged at her obvious glee. “And you think that’s funny?”

She gasped a couple of times, then straightened up and drew in a deep breath. “That wasn’t a wild animal.”

“I can feel the cuts on my scalp. That’s wild enough and it’s not going to set up house in my shed.”

Ally walked past me and leaned over, peering into the bushes. “Here, kitty kitty.”

The bushes rustled a bit and a small black cat peered out. It took one hesitant step out of the bushes, then strolled right past Ally and wound around my legs, purring.

Ally grinned. “I think you’ve got a new friend.”

“Oh no. I don’t know a thing about taking care of a cat, and besides, my head is throbbing from those claws. It would be like living with live razor blades.”

“Come on, Fortune. The razor blades might make a good backup security system. Besides, cats can see ghosts, so if you’re haunted, Kitty will be able to tell you.”

“I don’t want to know if I’m haunted, and I have all the backup security I need in a second magazine.” I pointed to my gun.

“Uh-huh. Would that be the gun you just shot out your own window with?” 

Ally pointed to the second story of my house where I could see the small pane of glass missing from one of the guest room windows. 

“Great. I guess I’ll be replacing two sets of windows.”

Ally frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll tell you all about it, but let’s get inside out of this heat.” I pointed at the cat. “You need to go home.”

The cat looked up and me and meowed.

“I think he likes you,” Ally insisted.

“I don’t care, and how do you know it’s a he?”

She shrugged. “Because he caused a rash of shit and thinks rubbing on your legs and looking pitiful will fix it.”

I laughed. “Let’s get inside before we melt.” I pointed at the cat. “You stay here.”

The cat sat down and started cleaning his paw.

“He probably wants to get my blood off his nails,” I said, then we headed inside. “Beer, water, or soda?” I asked as I poked my head in the refrigerator.

“It’s after noon, so beer me.”

I grabbed two beers and took a seat at the kitchen table. “Is that noon thing another one of Sinful’s odd laws?”

“No, that’s a personal one. I figure drinking before lunch is crass.”

“Why aren’t you at the café?”

“It’s my day off. Between all the excitement yesterday and staying late to help Francine bake pies, I slept like a brick. I didn’t even wake up until nine, which is unheard of for me.”

“Yeah, I completely forgot to ask you yesterday what happened with Paulette at the café. I was at the sheriff’s department when Carter went over there to break up a fight between Paulette and Francine…something about a new rug.”

Ally nodded. “I thought Francine was going to shit kittens. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that mad in my life. Not even when old Mr. Bullard smacked her on the butt and called her a prize heifer.”

“I’m surprised old Mr. Bullard is still alive.”

“He’s not, actually, but Francine didn’t have anything to do with that. At least that’s what she claims. He had a heart attack in the café, so who knows. Anyway, Paulette stormed in there, looking like a wet hooker, and started yelling at Francine that she was a horrible person for keeping the café open.”

I shook my head. “The woman has some balls.”

“Francine didn’t even miss a beat. She kept pouring coffee and told Paulette that people didn’t stop getting hungry just because someone died and to stop dripping on her rug or she’d be buying a new one.”

“Wow. That’s blunt, even for Francine.”

“Paulette once called Francine tacky white trash, and Ted used to hit on her.”

“Never mind. Francine was more than polite.”

Ally nodded. “I thought so too. If it had been me, I would have accidentally spilled that pot of coffee on her.”

“Sneaky, and effective,” I said approvingly.

“So Paulette started wailing like a banshee that Francine couldn’t make her get out and that she was the victim. Then Francine told her that the only victims were the rug and everyone who was listening to her bitch.”

I laughed.

“So Paulette starts to lunge forward, and I’m thinking ‘This is about to get good’ because Francine is the only girl in a family of eight siblings and can fight better than most men.”

Francine’s stock went up a hundred points in my mental tally.

“Then Carter walks in,” Ally continued, “and grabs Paulette before she can make a move. He lifted her right off the rug and carried her outside to her car, then waited until she drove off before going back to the sheriff’s department.”

I shook my head. “Why does he have to be so efficient? It takes all the excitement out of everything.”

Ally laughed. “I know. Some of the customers were disappointed he showed up so quickly. They figure someone called and ratted, but no one would fess up to it.”

“That Paulette is some piece of work. I heard some guy showed up at her house yesterday and seems to be staying there.”

“Really? Who is he?”

“No one seems to know, but I’m sure it will come out sooner or later.”

“You don’t think she’s already getting some on the side, do you?”

“Technically, it wouldn’t be ‘on the side’ since Ted’s dead, but no. Even after everything I’ve heard about Paulette, I still can’t believe she’d be foolish enough to parade a boyfriend through Sinful the day after her husband’s murder.”

Ally slumped back in her chair. “Probably not, but it would have been interesting, right? Especially with Ted being murdered and all. Do you think Paulette did it?”

“I don’t know. The spouse is always the usual suspect, but you still have to prove it. Without evidence that Paulette had access to the murder weapon and a motive for doing it, it would all amount to nothing.”

Ally frowned. “I heard about the arsenic, and everyone knows that Ida Belle had gophers, so I assume that’s why Carter questioned her. But no one with two brain cells thinks Ida Belle killed Ted, so that means someone else did.”

“Yeah, but who?”

“I have no idea. I hope Carter is smarter than we are.”

“Me too.” But I was afraid he was running into the same lack of information that Gertie and I had.

“Anyway,” Ally continued. “Paulette’s apparently wasting no time getting Ted in the ground.”

“What do you mean?”

“The coroner released the body this morning. I guess they have all the evidence they need. Father Michael was in the café yesterday evening making notes. I asked if he was working on a sermon, and he said that he was preparing for a candlelight vigil tonight and the funeral tomorrow.”

I sat up straight. “Wow. That is fast.” Which meant I only had this afternoon to plan my trip through Ted’s house with Gertie. I hadn’t expected to have my hand forced so quickly.

“What time is the vigil?”

“In the summer, they usually start late because they’re held at dusk. There’s no point in everyone holding a candle if daylight is streaming through every window of the church.” She stared at me. “You’re not thinking of going, are you?”

“Heck no! I just wondered, is all. I’ve never known anyone who had a vigil.”

“The GWs will probably start making phone calls about it this afternoon. Sinful being so small, people don’t need much in the way of notice, and most people will just show up for the funeral tomorrow.”

Suddenly, it dawned on me that Ted was going to be buried in Sinful. “I don’t get it—why bury Ted here when they’re from up north?”

Ally frowned. “I hadn’t really thought about it, but that is weird. Maybe he had a falling-out with his family or something and didn’t want to be buried back home.”

“Or maybe he has no family left.” 

For the first time in my life I thought about what would happen if I died. I had a will. Everyone in the CIA was required to keep an updated copy on file with human resources. Morrow was my executor, so I assumed he’d pick some plot and schedule the standard service. People I worked with would come…unless they were on a mission. In that case, my funeral would probably be attended by the priest, Hadley, Morrow, and the guy with the shovel. 

How depressing. 

“Fortune?” Ally’s voice broke into my thoughts. “I lost you there for a moment.”

“Oh, yeah. Just thinking. So much has happened since I arrived that it’s sometimes a lot to take in.”

She nodded. “I’ve lived here practically my entire life but I’ve had trouble keeping up these past few weeks.”

“Carter thinks the town has changed.”

Ally tilted her head to the side, her brow wrinkled. “He said that?”

Instantly, I felt guilty. “I shouldn’t have repeated that. Please don’t say anything to anyone about it.”

“No, of course not. But I find it interesting.”

“Why is that?”

“I feel the same way. I mean, I know the whole ‘you can never go home again’ thing because you change while you’re gone and then nothing is the same as it was before, but this is something different.”

“It’s like everything bad is bubbling to the surface at once.”

“Yes! That’s it exactly. And it’s stuff that I never imagined would go on in Sinful.” She shook her head. “I guess that’s my own naïveté or maybe just wishful thinking. I suppose evil is everywhere.”

“Sometimes it’s just plain ole greed.” I straightened up. “Ted was always giving stuff away, right? Maybe Paulette killed him for the money.”

Ally shrugged. “It’s as good a reason as any.” She rose from the table. “I better get going. I just wanted to check in on you. Everyone’s talking about your run-in with Shorty yesterday, but I’m not foolish enough to think he got the better of you. I should really get on my laundry. Aunt Celia will expect me to attend the service with her tonight, and I don’t have a single pair of clean underwear to my name.”

“Go commando.”

Ally’s eyes widened. “It’s illegal to go into a church in Sinful without underwear.”

I sighed. “Of course it is.”

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“You’re sure the house is empty?” Gertie peered out Marie’s front window.

“You’ve asked the same question ten times now,” Marie complained. “You watched the same thing I did. Paulette and that man Celia said is her cousin came out and drove away. If anyone else is in that house, I’m not aware that they were inside to begin with.”

“I just want to make sure,” Gertie said. “You don’t have to get pissy about it.”

“The only way we’re going to be sure,” I said, “is when we go in there and it’s empty. How long do these candlelight vigil things last?”

“It depends on how far off on a bunny trail Father Michael gets,” Marie said, “but usually about an hour.”

Marie’s cell phone rang and we all jumped. “It’s Ida Belle,” Marie said. “Again.”

“Give me that,” I said and answered. “You have to stop calling. We’re about to go in and we need this line clear. As soon as we know anything, we’ll call.” 

I disconnected before Ida Belle could protest and handed the phone back to Marie.

Gertie shook her head. “Asking that woman to take a sideline seat is like asking Johnny Depp to stop being hot.”

“It’s for her own good,” I reminded Gertie. “The last place Ida Belle needs to be seen is across the street from Ted’s house. Why do you think I parked my Jeep around the corner?”

“I know, but try telling her that,” Gertie said.

“We need to get this show on the road.” I gave Gertie a hard look. “Be careful to put everything back exactly as you found it. We don’t want to give Paulette or her cousin any reason to suspect we were there.”

“Remember,” Marie said, “Babs said that Celia unlocked the patio door when she called on Paulette earlier. Unless she double-checked before leaving the house, you should be able to stroll right in. Babs said there’s no security system.”

I nodded. “I have my phone on vibrate. Do not leave this window. Don’t even blink. If you see anyone approach the house, send me a text.”

“Got it,” Marie said.

I pulled out two sets of plastic gloves and passed one to Gertie. “Let’s do this.”