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by Carolyn L. Dean


  “To return the blackmail.”

  “Rose,” he said, shoving his hands into his hair, “That’s evidence.”

  “Only for one person,” I said. “For everyone else, it’s just their lives.”

  I heard the plea in my voice for him to understand.

  He rose, looking at me, but he didn’t yell, and he only paced, so I leaned back in my chair, sipping my sugary coffee and enjoy the relief.

  “The people who talked about Shawn said that she’s super girlie.”

  Simon glanced at me and said, “She used to be a tomboy. She worked construction with her dad. She could have killed Donna the way she died.”

  Oh. My heart seemed to freeze in my chest.

  “Shawn’s super aggressive,” I said. “Even at the grade school. Even knowing she’d done wrong and that Zee could ruin Shawn’s teaching career.”

  “Her dad was a gun nut,” Simon said. “And aggressive. He used to be a real problem for the department. It doesn’t mean anything, but…it’s a…”

  Something crashed through the window of the cottage. I gasped, expecting a brick, but I knew that smell.

  “Daisy,” I screamed and my dog scrambled to me. The flames were fast and hard, and the door of the cottage was blocked.

  “Rose,” Simon said. He physically hauled me back from the fire. I couldn’t breathe already but the flames were far higher and faster than anything that had been happening in Donna’s house.

  “Mama dog,” I cried. I heard puppies crying and dropped to my knees, crawling, pulling Daisy behind me.

  “I’ve got one,” Simon said. He shoved a puppy down his shirt and followed the sound of another yelping. I heard a low whine between the sound of the flames and found Mama dog and another puppy. I followed Simon’s example, tucking a puppy down my shirt while I hauled Daisy and Mama dog under each arm.

  Simon led the way to the bedroom. The window was blocked, but he simply lifted a chair and slammed through it. I might have been unable to get out. But with Simon, I was going to live. Simon stepped out and pulled me through the window dogs and all.

  I wanted to collapse, but he lifted me, carrying me away from the cottage and towards the sand before he set me down. He called emergency services while also pulling a puppy from his shirt and handing it to me. Daisy was whining and there was a burn on her shoulder. Mama dog was unsinged but she was crying frantically.

  I sat in the sand, next to Simon’s leg and checked the puppies over. We heard the blaring sound of sirens and I rose, making a bowl out of my shirt to hold the puppies while I carried Daisy. Mama dog was going to have to follow her puppies as I led us away from the fire and towards the ambulance.

  Jane jumped out and I started crying as I saw her.

  “Daisy,” I said, handing my dog over.

  Jane didn’t blink at using her medical degree on my dog. She put burn salve on Daisy and told the EMT to call the vet at the same time to find out what they could give her for pain. Before I could even think further, Jane had taken the puppies from me and gathered up Mama dog, treating them while she put a face mask over me.

  I stared around, horrified at the sight of my perfect little cottage in flames. Beyond the cottage was a man. I noticed the green hoodie first and then I saw the black mask.

  “Jane,” I said. “Jane! See that guy…don’t look!”

  Jane frowned at me and I said, “Show him to Simon!”

  She simply pulled out her phone and called him. “Rose wants you to look behind you and see the guy in the green hoodie.”

  I saw him tense at the words green hoodie. He didn’t ‘look’ though. His gaze met mine and he nodded at me once and then turned to Officer Marks—all without looking at the man. Officer Marks was pretty young and pretty fit. Simon had just come out of a fire and was coughing. Very casually, Officer Marks strode through two of the cottages and towards the man.

  I blinked as Simon turned, very dramatically saw the green hoodie guy, and took off towards him. It took mere seconds for Green Hoodie to take off. And he went towards Nehalem Street as Simon had guessed. I walked to the end of my breathing tubes and stood on my toes. Green Hoodie went darting by and Officer Marks tackled him.

  Simon came staggering after, but as Officer Marks handcuffed Green Hoodie, I looked beyond them and saw Shawn Robinette. She was standing in the trees on the other side of the cottages.

  My gaze met hers, and I saw sheer hatred. I left the dogs with Jane and crossed to Simon.

  “Shawn was here,” I said. “She left.”

  “We’ll find her,” he said.

  “You can’t do this,” Green Hoodie was shouting.

  Simon ignored him, cupped my cheeks and laid a kiss on me that took away what little breath I had.

  I coughed into his chest after a moment, and he wrapped his arms around me.

  “Simon and Rosemary sitting in a tree,” Zee’s voice came from the side, not bothering to finish the chant when we turned to face her. “I guess Shawn was the killer.”

  “Her and this fellow,” Simon said.

  “You don’t have proof,” Green Hoodie shouted.

  “Yet,” Simon replied flatly.

  “Jenny has pictures of the group,” Zee replied.

  Green Hoodie choked and then cursed.

  Zee glanced at him and then said, “Az and I called Jenny and…persuaded her to help us. She said she didn’t have anything to do with the blackmailing, but Donna sent her a package recently with the instructions to not open it.”

  I didn’t believe that for a second. Given Zee’s tone, she didn’t either. Simon just nodded and said, “Make sure she rests, Zee.”

  “I’m right here,” I said, but there was a bit of a letdown post investigation. I was sure we had it, and that I was probably safe again, and that was what I needed to sleep.

  “I want to go to the resort,” I told Zee, “I want room service and a massage.”

  Simon handed me over, but Zee took me back to Jane rather than to the spa. It took a good 45 minutes and a long breathing treatment before Jane let me go.

  “I’ll bring you meds later,” she said as she put me and the dogs into the car. I sat in the back, holding the dogs close.

  “Thank goodness it’s over,” I told Zee.

  “You’ll be taking time off. I’ve got an idea about staff.”

  I didn’t even argue.

  Chapter 15

  I walked into the diner ten days later. They were a beautiful ten days with massages and soaks and a good amount of shopping given I had no possessions after my cottage burned to the ground. I paused when I arrived and glanced around. I was, of course, late. Because getting up at 5:00 am when I had been sleeping until noon was pretty hard.

  Roxy smiled at me as I started taking off my scarf. The Christmas tree had been put up.

  “Merry Christmas,” she said, her eyes shining, and I realized she was worried I was going to fire her.

  “Hello,” I said brightly. Then I crossed to her and said, “This is The 2nd Chance Diner. Not just for me. But you too.”

  Her lip trembled, and she nodded once, wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye and choked out, “Thank you.”

  “My Rose,” Az called from the kitchen. “Simon said you couldn’t have pancakes until he arrived. We going light for him?”

  I grinned but shook my head. “I made pecan pie pancakes for the special.”

  “Well now,” I said, feeling bummed that I’d missed out on the debate over those and whatever else had been happening. “That does sound good.”

  —THE END—

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  Copyright © 2017 by Amanda A. Allen, Angela C Blackmoore and Carolyn L. Dean

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