“I really miss the horses,” Amy said.
“How long have they been gone?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Dad sold them around Christmas. Said he didn’t want to bother with them anymore. He gave me the money, but I would have rather had my babies still.”
“He sold your horses?” Jane noticed that Amy was showing a little gray in her roots, and had smile lines around her mouth, even though she wasn’t smiling. She was probably about the same age as Caramel.
“Yeah. We talked about it, and I couldn’t afford to keep them at my place, and I didn’t want to board them. But I miss the girls.” Amy patted the blanket. “I left this here last time I rode them. I’m surprised they didn’t sell it with the rest of the stuff. I mean, they cleaned the stable out completely.”
“It’s the cleanest stable I’ve ever seen,” Kaitlyn said.
“What brings you by this morning?” Jane was ready to get to the point. Amy clearly hadn’t come for the blanket.
“Why am I driving around the property in a golf cart at six-thirty in the morning?” Amy laughed sadly. “I brought Caramel home. She stayed with us again. And then I just wanted to look at the place.” Amy turned in her seat and took in the tree-lined property. “Dad just loved it here so much.”
Jane’s heart melted. This woman was kind and sad. She felt awful for lying to her.
“Thanks for the blanket.” Amy revved the golf cart. “I guess I’d better go park my little toy.”
Jane waved as Amy drove away.
“Close call?” Kaitlyn asked.
“I wonder what she’ll tell Caramel about us.” Jane swung the door to the stable shut. “But let’s not be liars, if we can help it. Let’s go get some breakfast.”
“Even better, let’s take breakfast to Paula so you can tell her about the trouble you are in.”
They drove through McDonald’s on their way to Paula’s house.
Paula was up, but she wasn’t looking well. Dark shadows haunted the hollows under her eyes. Her limp hair was unwashed. Jane reminded herself it had just turned seven, and they had surprised her, but her languid motions and threadbare bathrobe matched in sadness.
Kaitlyn and Jane sat at the table in the dining room. Kaitlyn dove into her breakfast while Jane caught Paula up on Douglas Swanson’s death.
“Between Caramel and me, you really have your hands full.”
Jane sipped her coffee and smiled. “I don’t think the two of you can really be compared.”
“Why not? We were both widowed this week by a tragic accident. She isn’t handling it well, but neither am I.” Paula spread her hands out, indicating her house, which was beginning to show signs of neglect.
“But what should she do?” Kaitlyn set her fork down. “Jane’s got to clear her name, doesn’t she?”
“That seems like police work. Jane just needs to get in there and serve.”
“Like the Crawfords.” Jane set her cup down. “I’ve been here before, with a grieving client. But that time, I was able to help catch the criminal.”
“And now anything less feels like you aren’t helping, right, Jane?” Kaitlyn said.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but Detective Bryce made it sound like they were wondering about me. I mean, I really did find towels, and all of that, but no one knows where they are.”
“I think you can scratch the towels off your to do list. As horrible as it is to imagine, I think whoever killed Douglas Swanson got rid of those forever.”
“Did any cars drive away while you were waiting for the cops?” Kaitlyn asked.
“No. From the time I ran out of the garage to the time the cops showed up, no other cars drove on the Swansons’ street.”
“So, whoever it was knew the property and knew where they could hide while the cops looked for them.”
Jane shivered. “That’s what it looks like.”
“Girls, I don’t think this speculating is productive or healthy. We should pray about it before you go, but Jane, I think the best thing you can do right now is to serve faithfully. Work as hard as you can so that anyone who digs into your life will see the honest, hardworking life you lead. You’ve done nothing wrong, so you have no reason to be scared.” Paula reached out, and they all joined hands.
She prayed that God give Jane strength and wisdom to bless Caramel in her time of need, and thanked God for bringing the girls into her life during her own time of need. Then she stood up. “I hate to rush you out of here, but I need to get ready for the day. I’m—” She choked on the words, then took a deep breath. “I’m meeting with the funeral director today.”
The girls hugged Paula, and then let themselves out.
“Can you imagine? She waited sooo long to get married, and now he’s gone.” Kaitlyn looked down at the ring on her finger.
Jane opened her car door and shrugged. “It is sad. But I can kind of imagine. I’m not engaged yet, after all.”
“But you will be.” Kaitlyn leaned against her Jetta. “Absence is hard on relationships. That’s why Spencer and I got engaged so quickly. He didn’t want to lose me while he was away.”
Jane snorted. “Isaac must be more confident, I guess. That, or less interested.” She rested her elbows on the roof of her car and wondered for the millionth time why Isaac couldn’t be home right now, when she needed him.
“Yeah, one or the other.” Kaitlyn stretched her arms, hands in front of herself. The sparkle from the ring was impossible to miss.
Jane wanted to defend her boyfriend, but she had too many questions herself. Soccer games on the beach, mountain hikes, and teaching his seminary classes were all-consuming, once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, right? That’s why he hadn’t called in ages.
“Next week is our nine-month anniversary.” Jane squinted into the bright summer morning sun.
“Awe. Dating anniversaries are so cute. What are you going to do?”
Jane shrugged again. “Nothing, unless he decides to come home from Costa Rica more than a month early.”
“Maybe he’ll have a ring for you when he comes home. Wouldn’t that be rad?”
“Yeah. Fantastic.”
“You do want to marry him, don’t you?” Kaitlyn frowned.
“Only if he decides he’d like to be a missionary after this trip. Otherwise, I guess that’s it.” A small hurt developed in Jane’s heart. He just had to want to be a missionary when he got back. That was all there was to it.
“Oh, Jane…”
The motherly tone in Kaitlyn’s voice made the heart pain worse, so Jane dropped into her car seat. She called out, “I’ll see you later,” and started her car. From her side window she could see Kaitlyn admiring her engagement ring.
17
Back at her apartment, Gemma and her guest Stephanie were lounging in their pajamas. The remains of a big breakfast were on the table.
Jane helped herself to a slice of bacon and a big mug of coffee. She stretched out on the floor next to her cousin. “I swear, the next time one of my clients dies, I am quitting the house cleaning business.” She yawned and closed her eyes.
Stephanie chuckled. “Happen often?”
“Twice now, which is two times too often.”
“Really?” Stephanie’s voice pitched up a notch.
Jane opened her eyes. “Yeah, it seems odd to me, too, but I guess Portland is a big enough city to have two people I know die in a year.”
Gemma yawned. “Don’t quit yet. I am going to have to take you up on your offer to clean. Funds are precarious.”
“Okay.” Jane didn’t want to think about finding new clients right now, but she had made the offer.
“But not yet,” Stephanie added. “Because I want as much time with you as I can get before I have to go home. In fact, I can pitch in a little rent if it will help.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Jane said automatically. Though on reflection, a little rent would be nice as Stephanie had taken over her bedroom.
“It’s no problem, if
you don’t mind my staying a little longer.”
What could she say to that? She’d quite like her own bed back sooner rather than later, but this was one of those no-way-out situations. In other words, she was pretty sure Jesus would say yes. “Of course.” Jane couldn’t pull off a bright smile, but she did her best. “While you are out here, I’m going to pop into my room for a minute.”
Stephanie flinched, just a little.
“I won’t be long.” Jane sighed. If Steph pitched in some rent it would be worth it, but in either case, she needed to see this as the whole giving a coat to someone who stole her shirt; hard, but right. But hard.
Jane fell back on her bed and closed her eyes. Her brain was tired. If she didn’t have the murder thing hanging over her, then maybe she could process her issues with Isaac. Or if future mission funding wasn’t dangling before her, maybe she could focus on helping Caramel better. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around her pillow. Something inside the pillowcase crumpled.
Jane leaned on her elbow and pulled a piece of computer paper out of her pillowcase. A note was scribbled on it in black pen. It started “Dear Lover.” Jane skimmed to the bottom. It was signed “D.”
Jane shoved it back in her pillowcase. Stephanie’s love life was none of her business. Of course, she would have a man whose name started with “D” while Jane was dealing with Dead Douglas, and her delinquent Isaac Daniels, but whatever. Jane pressed her face into her pillow. She really wanted this very nice-ish guest out of her bedroom.
Jane gave herself ten minutes to mope, but then she got up again. She had more houses to clean.
As Jane parked the car at her next client’s house her phone rang.
Caramel.
Caramel pitched into her request without any formalities. “Jane—I have company coming late this evening. Family in town for the funeral. I’ll be out all day, but the guest rooms aren’t ready. I need you here by four, at the latest.”
“I’ll be there.” A funny sort of excitement lit Jane. For the first time, she wasn’t scared of Caramel, the cops, or the missing evidence. She wanted in the house so she could find that one clue everyone else had overlooked—whatever that might be.
When she ended her call with Caramel, she called Detective Bryce.
“Detective, this is Jane Adler, the Swansons’ maid.”
“Hey, Jane. How can I help you?”
“I was wondering… if the maid lets you into a house, can you search it without a warrant?”
“Nope.” It sounded like the Detective was chewing. “But you have my ear. What are you concerned about?”
“The towels. The laundry basket. All of that. I’m going in to clean the house this afternoon, and Caramel will be gone. I was just thinking it might be a good opportunity for you to look for them.”
There was silence on the end of the phone for a moment. “Sorry to disappoint you. You don’t have authority to consent to a search of their house.”
A thrill raced up Jane’s spine. She’d be doing this alone.
“But… if you find anything interesting, you have every right to call and let me know about it. Then I can request a search warrant.”
“Understood.” Jane smiled. If she heard him right, she had unspoken permission to dig around the house. She was in control of her fate, a feeling she loved even though she knew it wasn’t based on sound theology. “If I find anything, I’ll call you.”
“Jane…” Detective Bryce paused. “Be careful.”
“Always. And thanks.” Before he could caution her against her plan, she hung up. She’d be a real spy this afternoon, and not a victim of her circumstances.
The afternoon dragged on, but 4:00 came eventually.
Jane let herself into the Swanson house. First, she had to get two of the three guest bedrooms ready. That way, if Caramel showed up, she would have lots of evidence of having done her job, but have a reason to still be in the house. Fortunately, this job gave her every reason to dig around in the linen closet, laundry room, and the pantry. After all, welcoming guests the right way meant fresh everything, even bars of soap and bottles of shampoo in the Jack and Jill bathroom that two of the guest rooms shared.
Jane decided to save the bathrooms for last, so her snooping around the house could last as long as possible.
She ran the vacuum through the first two guest bedrooms, trying to keep her excitement from making her do a bad job. Then she stripped the first bed.
She tipped the double bed mattress on its side so she could take the bed skirt off and run it through the wash with the sheets. While shifting it off the bed and checking the care instructions (cotton-poly blend, wash with like colors, gentle dry), she also took a peek under the bed.
Completely clear. But that didn’t mean all three of the bedrooms were completely clear.
Jane ran the sheets and bed skirt to the laundry room and put them in the machine. Of course, if Caramel had hidden the evidence that Douglas had not been alone in the tub in the guest bedrooms, then she wouldn’t have asked Jane to make the rooms up. So if she found the laundry basket, then Caramel was off the hook.
Jane repeated her process in the second bedroom and added the bed skirt to the laundry. Nothing was hiding under the second guest bed, either. Jane checked her watch. She was flying through this, but if she wanted to look like she knew what she was doing she had better get the bed skirt from the third bed in the wash, too.
She stripped the bed, and tipped the mattress. The mattress hit the floor with a bang, followed by a soft thud. Jane scrambled to the floor to find whatever it was that had fallen. She patted the thick carpet blindly, until she hit on the smooth plastic rectangle that was most likely a phone.
Jane sat cross legged and licked her lips. She turned the phone over in her hands. It looked like a new model—small and shiny with a touch screen. It hadn’t been used long before it was lost.
She turned it on and waited for the screen to come to life. Before the phone was lost, it had been both charged up and turned off, as though whomever it belonged to didn’t expect phone calls while they were at the Swanson house, but planned on using it again right away.
She went straight to the pictures. There were only two. The newest was a close up of Douglas. He was on a bed, leaning on his elbow. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a big grin. Jane looked from the picture to the bed. The bedspread was the same. The next picture was Douglas shirtless, lying against a big, white bed pillow. He was grinning from ear to ear and flushed red. A bit of the headboard was in the picture, and it didn’t match anything in the Swanson house.
Jane switched over to the address book. One phone number, saved as “Darcy.”
Darcy? Not Danae? Jane pressed dial just to see who answered, but an automated voice chimed that the phone was out of minutes. Pay as you go—like Jane’s new phone. Jane switched to messages received. There were only two, the first one was from the month before. It was just a date and time. It was from “Darcy.”
Jane switched to messages sent. There were dozens. All sent to “Darcy.” Jane read the most recent, which was sent two days before Douglas had died. “Pemberly, Baby?”
Darcy and Pemberly. Clearly pseudonyms.
Jane read the reply… which was the most recent text received. “No, the other place.”
It seemed clear: Douglas the playboy had a lover who called him Darcy. If Pemberly was Darcy’s house in Pride and Prejudice, then at least sometimes Douglas met his lover at his own house… That would explain why the phone had ended up behind the bed, which made Jane gag, just a little. But apparently, they only ever met one other place, which must be where the white pillow and unknown headboard belonged.
But according to the last text, the lovers were supposed to see each other next at the “other place” and not here, where the phone was lost.
Maybe they had changed plans via a voice call?
Or maybe they had met again, without making plans via the cell phone.
Or maybe the
lover had surprised him.
And maybe the lover had killed him, too.
Jane set the phone down. She shivered. If only she hadn’t smeared the screen with her own fingerprints.
Then again, she was very glad she had all the new information.
She left the phone on the floor and pulled the bed skirt off the box springs. She ran the linens to the laundry room and set the machine to a quick wash.
What if the lover had met Douglas at the “other place” as planned, and then waited and waited for him to make new plans? Then, perhaps she had surprised him at the house, where she had met him in the guest room and lost her phone.
Would she have come back a second uninvited time to see him, only to be rejected and kill him in a rage?
Jane returned to the bedroom to finish cleaning and looking for clues. Most likely, she had lost her phone and gotten a new one. Since it was pay-as-you-go, and had only one contact on it, it had to be her sneaking-away-with-Douglas phone.
While dusting the furniture, Jane opened all the drawers, but as with the first two bedrooms, all of the furniture was empty.
She checked the closet as well, but found nothing.
The laundry machine dinged, so she tossed the bed skirts in the dryer. She still had the Jack and Jill bathroom between the two bedrooms and the hall bath to take care of while she pondered the significance of the phone.
In the hall bath, she did a top-down clean, checking all of the drawers on the way down. But besides spare toilet paper, soap, and toothbrushes still in their packages, the drawers were empty. She gave the toilet a quick scrub, and then swept.
The hall bath did have a black rattan laundry hamper in the corner, but it was always there, as far as Jane knew. And apart from the white linen liner, it was empty.
The Jack and Jill bath was the same, right down to the hamper. But… Jane stared at the hamper. Could she be sure, really sure, that that hamper had always been there? She tipped it up and checked the tile floor. There were no signs of scuffing, to indicate the hamper had always sat there, but then, that could be because it had rubber feet.
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