White was no longer smiling. “I know about the blood on the deck. What’s this about a bloody shirt? Did you remove evidence we should have found?”
“Not at the cabin, silly. Fred found it at the kids’ house,” Bonnie said.
White’s mood changed for the worse. “Who the hell is Fred?”
“He’s Jake’s dog,” she answered, then followed it with an Ow when I bumped her knee a little too hard.
I ignored Bonnie’s cry and tried my best to stay focused on White. “I’m sorry, Deputy, I think I better start from the beginning and tell you everything.”
***
White was all smiles again after I explained my adventure at Cory and Jennifer’s house, and how Fred had found Appleton’s shirt after rolling in the trash. I didn’t mention Bonnie’s manicure kit, but I did tell him how scared I was when I saw the Lakewood cop giving the car next to my Jeep a ticket. I think that’s what made him grin. Then I told him about our trip to Three Sisters Park.
“We saw the same oil spot next to where he supposedly shot himself. That’s why we went back to his cabin. We wanted to see if the kids had left their calling card in his driveway, too.”
“That they did. A rather large spot indicating they had been there for some time, but what makes you think Appleton was shot?” White asked rather smugly.
“He wasn’t shot?” Bonnie asked, placeing a hand on her knee and leaning forward before asking the question.
Now I was the one with big eyes. “But you said you found power-steering fluid in the driveway. That proves Cory was there and if the blood on the deck matches the shirt, he must have shot Appleton at the cabin and moved the body to Three Sisters to make it look like a suicide.”
“This is why you two need to leave detective work to the pros. The blood on the deck that you think belongs to Appleton isn’t human, and he killed himself with a bad injection of heroine, not a gunshot.”
“You’re telling us it was an accident? What about the note where he confessed to killing Shelia?” I asked.
“I didn’t say it was an accident. You didn’t hear it from me, not that it matters once the press finds out, but he overdosed on purpose.”
White got up from his chair, indicating he was done. “The only crime I see is when you entered his cabin, but I’ll let it go if you two promise to quit playing detective.”
***
Except for small talk about Bonnie not having to get her sister involved, we hardly spoke on the trip home until she had me pull over at the liquor store in Evergreen. I waited in my Jeep while she went in for cigarettes. She surprised me when she came out with a shopping bag.
I got out and opened her door. Any other time she would object to anyone holding a door for her, but it was either that, or she would have to put the bag down and open it herself.
“I didn’t want to drink alone, Jake, so I got you a six-pack of your favorite beer,” she said.
I took the bag until she got in. “Thanks for thinking of me, Bon, but you know I gave it up for Julie.”
She looked up at me, and I gave her the bag. “Trust me. After today, she won’t mind if you have a couple.”
I must admit it was tempting, but I simply smiled and shut her door.
She waited until we were back on the road before speaking again. “We just admitted to breaking and entering and got off with only a warning. I don’t know how you can celebrate without a little drink.”
“I’m afraid it’s not quite over, Bon. Did you forget about your manicure kit?”
“I don’t follow, Jake. You got it back from those kids so how could the police trace me now? You don’t think they still suspect me, do you?”
“Deputy White doesn’t because it’s not his case. Shelia wasn’t murdered in Park County, but you can bet your next Social Security check the Lakewood police haven’t forgotten about that nail file.”
“But they would have arrested me by now if it was my file. My name is on the handle.”
“Okay, you got me there. I was sure it was Appleton who killed Shelia and hid the evidence in the kids’ trash. But it couldn’t be your file, not if your name is on it.”
“How do you figure it was Appleton? I thought you said it was Craig?”
“That was before I found your manicure kit in the trash. Let’s suppose Appleton broke into her place looking for her copy of Tom Sawyer when she was doing her nails. She screams when she sees him, then he grabs the file out of her hand and stabs her in the neck. He gets blood all over his shirt from the wound, so he takes off his shirt, grabs the manicure kit and throws everything in the nearest trash can when he leaves.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And what was Shelia doing with my manicure kit in the first place? And why would Appleton want to hide it anyway?”
“I don’t know. Maybe White is right and we need to leave it to the pros. None of it makes any sense to me. When the cops find Appleton’s prints on the file you’ll no longer be a suspect and the case will be closed.” I said as I pulled into her driveway.
Bonnie fiddled with her pack of cigarettes. It was obvious she couldn’t wait to get out of my Jeep and light up. “Good idea, Jake. Now go get Freddie and come back down so we can celebrate.”
***
Fred acted like I’d been gone a month. He was still trying to get me to play with him long after we’d left our cabin and walked down the path to Bonnie’s. I quit throwing Fred’s stick when we started up her deck stairs for fear he might jump off the deck to retrieve it, but it didn’t stop him from trying to put it in my hand.
Bonnie was sitting on her porch rocker staring at her drink as if hypnotized and didn’t look up when I spoke. “Are you okay, Bon?”
I had caught her rubbing her chest and her face looked like she was in pain, but she smiled when she saw Fred.
“It’s that damn sister of mine. She’s all ticked off because I went without her lawyer,” she answered reaching out to pet Fred. “You must be starving, Freddie. Would you like Aunt Bonnie to get you something?”
“Please don’t bother, Bon. I think you need to go inside and lie down. We can celebrate some other time.”
She got up and started to go inside. “Nonsense, it’s just a little heartburn. Now sit down while I get us something to eat.” She went back inside before I could beg off. Fred understood the word ‘eat’, for he quit trying to put the stick in my hand, and started wagging his tail.
I opened a soda she had left for me on the table, and tried to think of a nice way to tell her we wouldn’t be staying for dinner. She may no longer be a suspect in Shelia’s murder, but it didn’t get me any closer to finding Julie’s ring and copy of Tom Sawyer. I needed to go while there was still enough daylight for me to sneak back to Appleton’s cabin and retrieve my property.
Fred couldn’t care less about my plans and went to Bonnie’s screen door. At first I thought he must have smelled her cooking something good until he started barking at me. “What’s wrong, Freddie?”
He ran over to me, barked again, and then ran back to the screen door.
I knew Fred better than any human. “Bonnie, are you okay in there?” I asked, getting up from my chair.
“Oh my God! Bonnie!” I yelled when I saw her lying on the floor.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Margot and her son, Jonathan, were already at the hospital waiting room when I arrived. I had called Margot right after the ambulance left, and then rushed down the mountain leaving Fred home alone. They couldn’t have beat me there by more than a few minutes, for I saw a young Hispanic man get up and offer his chair to Margot when I walked in. All the others were taken.
“Hello, Margot,” I said after walking over to her. Then I turned to Jonathan, but before I could do more than nod my head, Margot spoke.
“I suppose we should thank you for saving Bonnie’s life.” Her makeup was smeared from wiping her eyes with the handkerchief she had in her hand.
“Thank the 911 operator. She told me how to give Bo
nnie CPR until the ambulance arrived. It’s what kept her alive until the paramedics took over.”
Jonathan looked up from the cell phone he had been texting with, despite the signs asking visitors to turn off their electronic devices. “We wouldn’t have to thank anyone if you hadn’t gotten her so upset. What kind of neighbor are you? Walking in here like everything is fine and dandy. You didn’t even ask how she’s doing.”
My first instinct was to tell him where he could put his cell phone, but I didn’t want to make any more of a scene than necessary. Evidently, we had become better entertainment than the magazines that people near us were reading. They didn’t even bother to pretend they weren’t listening.
“I asked at the desk. They said she’s going to be okay.”
“Why wouldn’t you let me get my lawyer involved instead of making her face the police by herself?” Margot asked. “She’s nearly seventy years old, my God. I’m surprised she didn’t die during the interrogation.”
I felt a rage building inside of me that counting to a hundred wouldn’t quell. They had just accused me of giving Bonnie a heart attack. Now I knew why Cain had killed his brother. But when I looked down to tell Margot off, I couldn’t. After she had wiped off her smudged make-up, she looked just like Bonnie. The only difference between the twins was their hair color.
“I’m sorry, Margot. I had no idea she had a heart condition.”
Her eyes darted from me to someone at the receptionist’s desk. She was so obvious that both Jonathan and I turned to look. A uniformed police officer had been talking to the receptionist and turned to look our way at the same time we had turned to look in his direction. Jonathan quickly looked away.
The officer left the desk and made his way over to us through the crowd. “Mrs. Scott?”
Margot looked horrified. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Scott, I need to ask you a couple questions about your sister. Would you mind following me to the hospital’s security office? It’s just down the hall.” Now we had the attention of every person in the room, and no one pretended to read their magazines anymore.
Margot got up slowly and turned to her son. “Jon, you better go with me.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I need to speak to you alone.”
It was all he needed to say. Suddenly, the color was back in her face and the old Margot was back. “It’s either my son or my lawyer. I’ll let you choose.”
“Uh, well I guess it will be okay.”
She turned to me. “Come and get me if you hear anything before this keystone cop is finished, will you, Jake?” She said it so nicely that no one would have guessed she had just chewed me up and spit me out. “I’ll leave word at the desk to get you if the doctors come out before I get back.” Her face exposed her joy of being in charge again; she had that smug smile that set her apart from her sister.
***
Margot and Jon weren’t gone five minutes before a nurse came looking for me. “Mr. Martin?” I could tell without asking that it was good news. I spent enough time in hospitals last year when Julie was dying to be able to read a nurse’s face.
“Yes.”
“Mrs. Jones would like to see you.”
***
I had expected to see tubes sticking out of Bonnie’s head like a mythological hydra. All she had were a few wires leading from something in her gown pocket to the inside of the gown. She wasn’t even hooked up to an IV.
“How you doing, Bon Bon?” I asked with a forced smile. “Fred said to say hi, and wants to know when you’ll be home to feed him your leftovers.”
She wanted to answer, but her tears wouldn’t let her. I cautiously reached out for her hand to hold it, and waited for the tears to stop.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Margot had thrown open the curtain that separated Bonnie from the other ER patients, and she was furious.
“I told you to come and get me! Haven’t you done enough damage for one day?”
The policeman from the waiting room was standing behind her, so I didn’t bother to tell her off. Instead, I turned back to Bonnie without answering. “I better be going, kid. Freddie will be happy to hear you’re doing so well.”
I gave Bonnie’s hand a little squeeze and stood up to face her sister. “Please call me with her room number when they move her, Margot. I’d like to send some flowers to cheer her up.”
“Like hell I will! Get out of here before I have you arrested.”
***
Jonathan didn’t see me when I walked past the waiting room. His thumbs were working the virtual keyboard of his cell phone and it took all his attention. I wanted to ask him what the police had to say, but didn’t need another confrontation so I kept on going.
***
I tried to call Bonnie the minute Fred woke me, but had to wait. Margot had left instructions at the switchboard not to put me through, or give me Bonnie’s room number. If she didn’t call me soon, I would call back pretending to be Jonathan.
Fred didn’t seem to mind that my scrambled eggs were no match for Bonnie’s. He scarfed them down, his and mine, even though they were burned beyond recognition, and wanted back out before I could finish my first cup of coffee.
I checked the time on my cell phone while watching Fred sniff ground he had smelled a thousand times. It was too soon to impersonate Jonathan, so I decided to sit out on my back deck with my notebook and do some work. No sooner had I sat down than I saw a car on the lower part of the road.
With only four other houses on Columbine Circle, I rarely see any traffic, so it’s always a good excuse to stop writing whenever a car drives by. However, this time I didn’t recognize the car that pulled into Bonnie’s drive. Fred must have heard it too, and was now barking to be let back in. I ignored Fred and waited to see who got out of the car.
Bonnie’s house was just too far away to make out the driver, other than it was a woman. The same was true for the car. I could see it was a dark blue, or black, late-model crossover, but that’s all I recognized. Ever since someone got the great idea to mate an SUV with a mini-van, I haven’t been able to tell one from another. I lost sight of it after she parked in the driveway, but saw her again when she started up Bonnie’s front stairs. Unless it was a guy in drag, there was no doubt that the driver was a woman. She was short with gray hair and wasn’t more than a couple feet taller than the stair railing.
She disappeared again when she reached the deck and headed for Bonnie’s front door. Usually, it is possible to hear people talk on the lower road, so listening for Bonnie’s bell, or a knock on the door wasn’t out of the question. Fred ruined that for me with his insistent barking to come in.
I gave up trying to listen and went to let Fred in. He looked at me, barked, and ran down the stairs when I opened the door. “It’s not Bonnie, Freddie, but let me put on some shoes and we’ll go down there and see who it is.” He seemed to understand, and sat without another bark.
We should have gone straight down the path between the two houses, as it was the shortest and quickest route, but I didn’t want to be seen trespassing in case the woman had been sent there by Margot. I would have to stay on the road and take the long way down to her house. All I got for being so cautious was a glimpse of the woman’s car in a cloud of dust when we finally made it to the lower road.
Fred and I continued on the road until we reached Bonnie’s house. He ran up her stairs to the front door, so I followed. I checked the lock and peeked in the windows while he paced back and forth sniffing for odors undetectable to the human nose. The door and windows were secure and nothing I could see through the windows seemed to be out of place. We left taking the shortcut up the hill to call Bonnie. That’s when I found out why the Lakewood cop had wanted to talk to Margot.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Beethoven was playing on my cell when Fred and I made it back to my cabin. Bonnie had left several messages for me to call her back. I punched in the hospital’s number after listening to the first message and heard
the urgency in her voice.
“Jake! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get you all morning,” she said when she heard my voice.
“I’m sorry, Bon. Fred and I went on a walk around the circle. You know what lousy reception we get up here. I didn’t get your calls.” I neglected to tell her why we went on the walk. “How are you doing? I wanted to check earlier but figured you needed your rest.”
“Don’t worry about this old broad. It’ll take more than a little heart attack to keep me down.”
“So it was a heart attack?”
“So they say. They also say you saved my life. I don’t know how…”
Her voice broke up, and I thought I heard a muffled sob. “Bon, are you sure you’re okay?”
I waited what seemed like minutes for her to come back on the line. In reality, it was only a few seconds, but if I were a nail biter, my fingers would have been bleeding.
“Oh, Jake, I hate to ask you this after you’ve done so much for me, but I think they’re going to arrest me.”
“Is that why the cop was there? To arrest you?”
“No. He wanted to know if I had a personalized manicure kit. I need you to get the kit from my bedroom and put it someplace where it can’t be found.”
“Did he mention your initials on the file?”
“No, but I’ll tell you, Jake, I came this close to confessing.”
I could imagine her holding her thumb and index finger to the phone. “Well, don’t you worry, that kit is as good as gone once I get back inside. Do you still hide your key under the flowerpot on the porch where every burglar would look? I locked up after the paramedics left.”
I thought I heard a stifled laugh. “Yes, silly. Can you…”
“That’s not Jake, I hope.” It was Margot’s unmistakable voice.
“I’ve got to go now, Patty. Thanks for calling,” Bonnie said before the line went dead.
***
Fred and I went back down to Bonnie’s the minute she hung up. It was reasonable to assume the police might get a warrant to search her house for the manicure kit, so I needed to get it before they did. We were down the path and up her stairs in record time. Fred must have thought I wanted to play, for he hadn’t seen me run so fast since he was a puppy. He nipped at my heels on the way down, nearly tripping me. He was the first one up the stairs, and I expected him to continue the game he liked to play of pretending he was a fierce guard dog and growl at me when I would come up our stairs, but this time he lost interest in the game and was sniffing the flower pot. I tensed up when I saw the circular stain where the pot had been. Someone had moved it.
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