by Eryn Scott
Robert’s eyes widened. A rich red color seeped into his face. Hadley yanked her hand back toward her, depositing his list into her own bag.
“Spider!” she called out, stamping the floor a few times before shaking her head. “You’re welcome. It was a big one. I hate it when they get away.”
Valley spiders, especially close to the river, were infamous in Stoneybrook. Especially in the spring, when they seemed to be multiplying everywhere. Locals knew turning over river rocks could be a dangerous pastime.
“Sorry,” Hadley said. “I wasn’t trying to be creepy, just trying to catch the spider off guard. Sometimes I swear they can read minds.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks.” The redness only deepened in Robert’s face.
Hadley checked her watch. “Well, I’d better get going.”
Robert’s forehead wrinkled as he pointed down at her bag. “Don’t you need to…?”
“Pay for these? Oh, I already did.” Hadley nodded to cover up the cringe she felt coming on.
Robert stared at her. “So why were you back in line?”
“Uh, I forgot...” Hadley glanced around. “This.” She picked up a magazine from the racks next to the conveyor belt and stepped into line behind him.
Robert smiled and asked, “How’s Suze doing?”
Hadley clenched her teeth together. “She’s great.”
“Good. I mean, I saw her the other day. I just… Does she ever talk about me?”
Tempted to lie—lying would make the situation so much less awkward—Hadley bit her lip as she thought. “I’m sorry, Robert, she doesn’t.” Her ogling talk about his prison muscles aside, Hadley knew Robert wasn’t her friend’s type.
“Oh, I… right. I just thought since she hadn’t settled down yet, she might…”
Suze may not have settled down yet, but that was because she was holding out for the perfect guy. Perfect. And to her, that meant someone who was sweet, kind, supportive, and who wanted to live in a tiny mountain town with her and live happily ever after, paint splatters and late nights creating and all.
Her best friend had dated a few guys seriously in college, but even though she told them up front what she wanted, they never seemed to understand her level of commitment to staying put in this town. Nor did they ever seem to get how small Stoneybrook was until Suze brought them for a visit. Being big-city guys, mostly, they usually didn’t last more than a day before heading home early with fake stories of emergencies or illness.
And while Suze had been on a few dates with locals, she was rightly a little shy about dating someone from town after seeing the hell the locals had put Hadley through when she and Tyler had broken up.
Robert, who appeared pensive, said, “She looked at me differently the other night when she came to my welcome-home party at my mom’s house.” He flexed his arms slightly, not in a showy way, but almost as if he were disappointed in them for not winning him the girl.
Hadley decided not to bring up the fact that his mom’s house was now his house for the foreseeable future, and she wasn’t quite sure how well that was going to work with the ladies. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Robert.”
He nodded, stepping forward as the person in front of him paid. Hadley almost felt pity for the guy. Almost. It was easy to fall for his act—the man was all sweet and puppy-dog like when he talked about Suze—but Hadley had to remind herself that the man had stolen, and from senior citizens at that. That was not the kind of guy she wanted for her friend.
Seeing her chance to break free, she said, “You know what? I probably don’t need this after all.” Before he could look back in her direction, Hadley returned the magazine and left.
The spring mountain air felt amazing as it hit her lungs, signaling her freedom from the store. She gripped the plastic bag in her hands. Her loot not only included feminine products, but also possible proof that might tell them whether or not Robert was their killer.
And so, even though she was already getting a bit of a late start on her jam making, Hadley made a beeline for the sheriff’s office rather than her kitchen. The office was housed in the town hall, along with many of the other integral parts of the town’s infrastructure. The founders of Stoneybrook seemed to think more would get done if the departments were within walking distance of each other, hoping being under one roof might speed up bureaucracy.
Hadley pushed through the large double doors of the town hall and into the large, tiled hallway holding the offices of said bureaucratic cogs. Rather than agreeing with the founders’ apparent concept, Hadley had always found that the close proximity just led to more of them standing around chatting in the hallway.
As it was, she ducked past a few town councilmen, the town attorney, and one of the local rangers, to push open the frosted glass door that said, “Grande County Sheriff’s Department.” Hadley headed inside, waving at Sharon, the secretary, as she bypassed her desk and went straight back to see Paul.
He was sitting at his desk squinting at his computer screen as if it owed him money or an alibi, or both. Hadley plopped the grocery bag on the desk in front of him, startling him with the rush of plastic.
Paul sat back, glancing up at her and then back down at the bag. He opened it, and the frown lines on his forehead only deepened.
“Uh, thanks?”
In her excitement, Hadley forgot exactly what her bag contained. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the boxes of lady products.
“Not those… this.” She plucked out the grocery list sitting on top of the boxes.
Paul unfolded the piece of paper and scanned it. “You need me to get you eggs and sweet potatoes? Weren’t you just at the store?” He pointed to the bag, confused.
Hadley sighed. This was turning out to be much less dramatic than she’d pictured. In a movie, she could’ve plopped that down on the detective’s desk, and he would’ve automatically known what she’d brought. All of the explaining she was having to do was really killing the energy of this reveal.
She heaved a put-upon sigh. “It’s not my list. That’s Robert’s.”
Paul’s eyes widened as he took in the writing again. “Oh. Sorry, the handwriting is quite good and—”
“You thought it was a woman’s writing.” Hadley nodded. “Do you have the note from Edith’s house?”
“It’s in the evidence locker.” Paul stood and gave Hadley a pointed stare. “Don’t touch anything while I’m gone.”
She put up both of her hands. “Gosh you’re grouchy today. You eat enough this morning?”
He didn’t even acknowledge her question with an answer, but left for the back office, grumbling something about an early lunch.
It seemed like Paul was gone forever. If he hadn’t left the list on his desk with Hadley, she would’ve thought he was matching the handwriting back in the evidence locker just to keep her out of it. As it was, the note from Edith’s house seemed to simply be buried in a pile of other clues—from what cases in this small town, Hadley didn’t know.
She studied the dated office. Between the old, humming computers and the full-wall wood paneling, she felt like she’d stepped back twenty years into a vintage cop drama. Except in this one, there weren’t detectives and officers busily handing files over. There was just Kevin, sitting with his feet up on his desk reading through a file that appeared to be marked as, “Mrs. Clark’s Raccoon Problem.”
Finally, Paul returned, holding up a baggy with the note inside. She waited until he pulled it out and unfolded it.
“They already ran it for prints and found none, so we’re fine to touch it.” He flattened the piece of paper onto his desk and Hadley handed over Robert’s grocery list.
The twins looked back and forth for a few silent seconds.
It was clear, all right.
What wasn’t clear was how she felt about it. Paul glanced up at her, a sigh escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped a little.
“Not a match.” Hadley bit her lip as she thought about what that meant.
“It doesn’t take him out of the running, but makes it harder to pin on him.”
“Correct.”
“Darn, I thought that tip from Pete was going to get me somewhere.”
Paul raised an eyebrow. “You listening to post-office gossip again?”
Waving a hand, Hadley scoffed. “No.” Her face fell. “Okay, maybe just a little bit.”
“Remind me to make my annual threat to Pete about people’s privacy.” Paul shook his head.
“Pete didn’t exactly—” she started.
Her brother held up a hand to stop her. “He never does, does he? For now, at least, this road is a dead end.” He placed the paper back into its bag and sealed it. “I’ll let you take this.” Paul handed over Robert’s grocery list.
“Thanks,” Hadley said, disappointment weighting her voice. But then she remembered the reason she’d noticed Robert this morning in the first place. “Did you get my text about Dirk’s alibi?”
“Yes, and Suze’s about Robert. Those, it seem, are very much not dead ends. We’re waiting to hear back from M&M about whether he wants us to bring anyone in for official questioning.”
Hadley crossed her arms over her chest. “Waiting? What for?”
“This thing called due process.” Paul chuckled. “Now get out of here and let me do my job. Don’t you have some jam to make?”
“Yeah.” Hadley sighed. The thought of puttering around in her jam kitchen concocting a delicious recipe made her smile. Even the most difficult recipe had to be easier than attempting to crack this case.
22
Maddeningly, they weren’t any closer to solving the case by the time Saturday and the market rolled around. It felt even worse since Edith’s funeral was to be held that evening. Hadley wished they would’ve had this whole thing figured out by the time the town officially said goodbye to the opinionated Stoneybrook citizen.
So it was with a slight droop to her shoulders and shuffle to her step that Hadley set her booth up for the market that day. Even the weather, which was gray and overcast, seemed to be out of spirits. The rest of the market vendors were also subdued, knowing they would officially say goodbye to Edith later that day. And while she hadn’t been anyone’s favorite, it was still hard to believe she was gone.
In the booth next to Hadley, Suze put out her last print and sank back into her folding chair.
“It’s dismal around here today.” She frowned at the quiet market.
“People are…” Hadley paused. Sad didn’t quite seem the word. “Unsettled.”
“Well, I’ll say.” She rubbed her hands up and down her goosebump-covered arms. “We don’t seem any closer to figuring out who the murderer is. At this point, it almost feels like we’d be better off putting our efforts into teaching Ansel to talk, so he can just tell us who killed Edith.”
Hadley suppressed a giggle. Funny as the thought of Ansel talking was, she was as frustrated as Suze was about the lack of movement.
“Every time I ask Paul about warrants or arrests, he grumbles about McKay and shakes his head.” Hadley sighed.
“You know, this pesky waiting for evidence idea is why police can’t get stuff done.”
A few minutes later, the market opened, and the rush of customers distracted them from their disappointment about the case. The dreary weather didn’t seem to lessen the crowds in the least, though the shoppers were bundled up much more than usual.
During a lull toward the end of the market, Hadley stretched and asked Suze if she could go look around.
“I need to find some inspiration for this charity canning Louise asked me to do for Edith’s fundraiser.”
Suze nodded. “She asked me if I wanted to donate anything this morning. I have a few paintings that might work.” She yawned and sat back.
Hadley sauntered through the market, glancing at the beautiful handmade wares inspired by her tranquil mountain valley. The quilters had just finished a breathtaking mountain-scape wall hanging out of impossibly small strips of batik fabrics. Josie was on a horse-themed kick in her pottery designs. The intricate carvings she created on her bowls, mugs, and plates reminded Hadley of handmade stamps. The knitters had created a half dozen delicate eyelet shawls, perfect for pulling over one’s shoulders when the spring air began to cool down at night, and a breeze began to kick up off the river.
Hadley loved living in such an artistic community. It had been one of the main reasons she’d been so sure she couldn’t move away. Not that Seattle was without artists, but there was something about being surrounded by towering mountains and the rushing river that just seemed to spark inspiration inside people.
Lovely as it all was, however, Hadley made it to the end of the market without finding her own inspiration for something she could donate to Edith’s fundraiser. Sure, she could simply make an extra batch of one of her bestselling jam flavors—people couldn’t seem to get enough strawberry-rhubarb this time of year—but she wanted to create something special in Edith’s memory, something just for the woman everyone found so bitter and confusing.
She found herself standing in front of the large Fenton Farms booth. Glancing up, she saw Luke. He raised a hand in hello, then stepped out from behind the table since he had no customers at the moment.
“You going tonight?” he asked.
Hadley nodded. “You?”
“Yeah.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Any more luck with finding who’s responsible?”
Sighing, Hadley said, “Nope. Neither Robert nor Dirk were the ones to send her the threatening note. Either one of them could’ve technically lied about where they were when Edith was killed. The only people who have confirmed their alibis are too close to them. Hazel would lie for Robert; we’ve seen that before. And Cathy would lie for Dirk, as would most wives, I think.”
“Both have convincing motives.” Luke ran his hand along his jawline.
“Very convincing.”
The clouds drifted away from the sun and warm rays bathed the market in a golden light they hadn’t seen all day. Hadley and Luke stood there in silence and Hadley soaked up the feeling of sunlight on her skin.
Luke cleared his throat. “Look, Had… about the other day at your place…” He paused, taking a long breath.
Hadley waved a hand at him. “Let’s not worry about any of that, Luke. It’s all in the past.”
He watched her for a moment then dipped his chin. “That’s what worries me. Things have a way of getting bigger, worse, harder to overcome the longer we leave them.”
The longer you go pretending I don’t have a reason to be angry with you, Hadley thought. Running away from the things you did and said.
“They do,” was all Hadley said aloud, but all of the things she wanted to say burned in her throat, sitting there like a lump of coal. And from the way Luke was switching his weight from one foot to the other, it seemed he wasn’t saying everything on his mind either.
But suddenly, none of that mattered, because something clicked in Hadley’s brain.
“The past!”
Luke jerked slightly at her exclamation. “Yeah?”
“Edith’s sister said she was excited to get away because something from her past was giving her trouble again. Maybe the person who killed her was from a past further back than last year.”
Luke’s jaw clenched tight as he seemed to ponder her idea. “If that’s so, why wait until now to kill her?”
“Right.” Hadley chipped the last bits of pink polish off her nails as she thought. “I’ll have to think about that.”
“She grew up in Stoneybrook, so there are plenty of people who knew Edith her whole life. The trick would be finding someone who’s held on to a grudge all these years.”
Hadley nodded. There was a spark of sadness in her chest at Luke’s words, however, and her mind drifted back to their prior conversation. She’d been holding on to her anger at him for over a decade at this point. No matter what Luke had said, her failed relationship wasn’t his fault. And
maybe they couldn’t go back to how things had been growing up, but if he was going to stick around, she might as well learn to be civil to him.
She gave herself a mental shake and returned to the present conversation. “We should keep our eyes open during the funeral, then. I’m sure that’ll be hotbed of people who had grudges against Edith.”
Luke smiled. “You gotta work hard to make an entire town mad at you.”
“She was dedicated.” Hadley shrugged, smiling. “The trick will be to siphon through the people who were merely in a nasty note war with her and the people who might’ve had something really intense they hated her for.”
“Don’t they say all war has to do with love, money, or power?” Luke asked. “I’d look for a motive that falls into one of those categories.”
“Good idea.”
The market was winding down, and Hadley felt the itch to return to her booth. Before she left, however, she scanned the produce in Luke’s booth.
“What’s good today?” she asked.
“Berry-wise? We’ve got a new round of strawberries. You making more of the strawberry rhubarb? That’s my favorite.”
Hadley shook her head. “I made batches of that last week, so I’m good. I’m trying to find something to make for that charity event Louise was telling me about at my house the other night. I want to make something knitting related for Edith, but I feel like doing some pickling.”
“We just harvested the asparagus.” He gestured to gorgeous green bundles lined up in a basket to her left.
A smiled spread across Hadley’s lips as she got an idea. “Oh, that’s perfect. I’ll take a few.”
She paid for the produce and then waved goodbye to Luke. Heading back toward Suze, she thought about the idea of someone who’d been angry with Edith for a while, not just recently. Thinking of Luke coming back into town, Hadley could attest to the fact that old fights could feel just as fresh with a new development.
She just needed to figure out whom Edith had harmed enough in the past—someone who was recently reminded of this pain—and still felt strongly enough to do something about it.
