“No, nothing like that. Just meet me at the library.”
“After the reception?”
Kate was feeling melancholy today and didn’t want to go home to an empty house. Her sons were back in school for the fall. People around her were enjoying themselves, and for some reason, she couldn’t get into this celebration, even though she was happy for Jessica and Dean.
She just wasn’t happy herself. Her business was taking off, and that should have grounded her. Instead it just reminded her of what a mess her personal life was.
“Yes, or it can wait until tomorrow,” Meghan said.
“You have me intrigued now,” Kate said.
Since she was in no hurry to go home, if Meghan didn’t mind meeting her tonight, then she would go to the library after she left the reception. That way she didn’t have to break up her day of repairs tomorrow. She didn’t used to work Saturdays, but her business was booming, so she had added the sixth day. She didn’t really have any hobbies, so she figured she might as well work.
“Don’t worry. I just want to show you something that your husband had taken out. It might be significant or it might not.”
“Now I’m really intrigued.”
Anything that could point her in the direction of her husband would be good. She needed to close the door on that part of her life. She hadn’t felt the need to move on until recently, but that might have to do with Scott being back in her life.
They’d been high school sweethearts until he left for college. She hadn’t seen him in years, and now he was back in Rock Ridge. She didn’t know what she felt for him, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t pursue anything until her husband was found. In two more years she could declare him legally dead if he didn’t surface by that point.
Originally, she’d hoped to find him, but now she wasn’t so sure she wanted that. The guilt bothered her, but less with each day. Less as she spent more time with Scott.
“After the reception then? I’m going to get some more wine. You want some?”
“No, thanks,” Kate replied with a smile.
She didn’t like to drink anything if she was driving. Having to be a role model for teen boys had stopped her from being reckless. They only had a mother at this point, so she didn’t want them to lose her also.
Meghan left her at the table. Kate looked around. Everyone was having a good time. Jessica and Dean were clearly happy. They were all smiles. Kate was overjoyed that they’d found each other.
Jessica had not been happy with her first husband. Now she was ecstatic with Dean. Everyone deserved a happily ever after. The question was: would she ever get hers?
Damn Greg. Where was he? He should have stuck around—his boys needed him. Scott had stepped in this summer during the brief period they’d been home. They liked Scott, and that make Kate feel better about spending time with him.
Kate turned her thoughts back to what Meghan had said. She wished the librarian had given her more of an idea of what she was going to show her. Kate’s curiosity was getting the best of her. The cake was being passed out. She’d take a few bites and then leave if she saw Meghan leaving.
With a glass of wine in her hand, Meghan returned. She looked harried.
“You okay?” Kate asked.
Meghan waved her hand. Her face looked flush, like she was upset. “I just had a run-in with Celia Johnson. She owes a lot in back fines.”
Celia was a tough woman. Even if she liked you, she wasn’t warm and fuzzy. She’d been a nurse for years. Kate wasn’t sure if she’d spent all of her compassion on that job and had none left, or if she never had any and the job made her even more cynical.
Kate remembered her being a little less that way when she and Carly were younger, but then she’d worked most of the time so Kate hadn’t seen that much of her. Rumor had it that Celia had been asked to retire. Kate didn’t know for sure. It seemed like a tacky subject to bring up with Carly.
“You can stop working at some point,” Kate said.
Meghan laughed. “Yeah? Do you?”
“I’m not working right now,” Kate said.
Her gaze went around the room. “For a change.”
Kate laughed. She really shouldn’t be calling anyone else a workaholic when she was one. She dug into her cake and ended up finishing it. Buttercream icing could make anyone feel better.
“You demolished that,” Meghan said. “And you stay skinny.”
“My job keeps me from gaining too much weight.”
Not that anyone had seen her naked in years. She wasn’t keeping herself fit for anyone; she just had a job that kept her moving. Not that she was concerned about her appearance. When you worked in overalls, you couldn’t be vain.
“You leaving?”
“Yes,” Kate said.
“I’ll meet you in the library in fifteen minutes,” Meghan said.
Kate waved goodbye and went out the door into the warm evening.
***
Kate strolled down the sidewalk away from the Knights of Columbus Hall where the reception was taking place. She wasn’t in high heels, so it was okay to walk and enjoy the waning summer. The sky was a light blue with a few puffy clouds floating by. Kind of how she felt at the moment—like she was floating.
Not in her professional life. No, she was making strides there, but in her personal life. That part of her life made her feel untethered. She waved at a few people as she walked toward the Rock Ridge Municipal Complex. The library wasn’t in the same building, but it was across the parking lot from court and the rest of the facilities a town needed to provide to its residents.
A man and his son were out for a walk and in deep discussion about current events. Kate liked living in a small town. She might not know everyone well, but she recognized most of them. That’s how she knew the man she suddenly saw sitting outside a café and nursing a beer was not from Rock Ridge.
He looked to be staring at her, but his mirrored sunglasses didn’t let her see for sure. She looked away then back. He hadn’t moved, but his head tracked her progress down the street.
Kate was under no illusion that she was a traffic-stopping beautiful woman, so the stranger’s gaze unnerved her. Maybe he knew her and was trying to figure out where from. She smiled at him as she came to the spot across the street from him.
He had a leather jacket on, which seemed inappropriate for late August in Pennsylvania. His moustache had gray in it, as did his long hair that was tied back in a ponytail. He wasn’t her type, and she doubted she was his type.
Since he hadn’t moved the whole time she was walking, he didn’t pose a threat. His gaze merely made her uncomfortable. She walked on, but felt his eyes on her as she reached the municipal complex. Shuddering, she glanced back, but he no longer sat at the table he’d been occupying.
She looked around, but didn’t see him. She shrugged. Her overactive imagination was getting the best of her. Nonetheless, with a few minutes to spare before she was to meet Meghan, Kate opted to stop in the police station.
She was allowed in without questioning. She headed to a familiar office and knocked on the open door. Scott’s desk was covered in paperwork, which was why he was working on a Friday night.
“Reception over?” Scott asked when she seated herself opposite him.
“Almost. They cut the cake and I ducked out. I’m meeting Meghan at the library. She has something to show me,” Kate said.
Scott, as usual, gave her his full attention. “You two spend a lot of time together. I’m getting jealous.”
“You have no place to be jealous.”
“You haven’t started batting for the other team?”
Kate laughed. She liked men way too much. “Why, because I like to fix things? I don’t dress up?”
His gaze took in her outfit. “You’re dressed up right now. And looking mighty pretty.” He looked her over again. “I think you might be the most beautiful woman in Rock Ridge.”
“Thank you. No, Meghan said she had to
show me a book that Greg had taken out and never returned.”
His face turned serious. “You think it’s significant?”
“It might be. I’ll let you know.” She remembered the guy at the café. “I had a strange encounter just now. Not really an encounter.”
“Then what was it?” His blue eyes studied her intently.
She thought back to her stroll to the police station. “I was walking down Main Street. There was this biker dude at the café. He stared at me openly.”
Scott didn’t get upset. He shrugged. “Maybe he thought you were hot.”
“Really? I was probably at least a decade older than he was.”
“Maybe he likes cougars.”
“Scott, stop. It really made me feel uncomfortable.”
Scott chuckled. “Okay, sorry. There is a group camping outside of town at the campground. I’ve been keeping an eye on them as have the state cops. At this point, they haven’t done anything. They have this campout every year around this time.”
“Do they at least spend money in Rock Ridge?”
“They do, and thus far there haven’t been any problems. Word on the street is that they have a new, younger leader, so we’ve been warned.”
“Motorcycle gang?”
“No, but a group that operates on the fringe of society, let’s say. They stockpile guns and are prepared for battle.”
Kate mulled that over. “Do they open carry?”
“Some of them do. I prefer open carry to conceal, since with open carry I know it’s there.”
“Do cops always carry?”
She really didn’t know.
His gaze narrowed. “Of course. I always have my weapon with me. You’re always safe by my side.”
“Well, I better get going. I have to meet Meghan.”
“Let me know what that book is. It might be more significant than you think. Anything could be a clue.”
“Well if it’s a book about living frugally on a deserted island, I’m sure it’ll be helpful.”
Scott chuckled. “Clues aren’t always that obvious.”
She stood. “That’s why you’re the guy with the badge and I’m the gal with the hammer.”
“You want a police escort? I’m on my way out in a few minutes.”
“Across the parking lot? No. I don’t think that man was a threat now that he isn’t staring at me.”
“Can I stop by for a drink later?”
He was doing his best to insinuate himself into her life. She wasn’t doing as good a job at resisting it as she should. “No, I’m going to bed.”
“We could go there, too. I could tuck you in. Tell you a bedtime story.”
Part of her was thrilled that this hot man was attracted to her, but she knew she shouldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t answer him; she just waved as she went out the door.
“That wasn’t an answer,” he yelled from his office.
Back out in the parking lot, Kate looked up at the sky again. It was still blue with puffy clouds wandering by. How could anything be bad on an evening like tonight? Dean and Jessica had had a great night to get married.
Meghan’s car was parked outside the library, so Kate entered the building.
“Meghan?” Kate said.
The hair on the back of Kate’s neck stood on end. It entered her mind to call Scott.
She called out to her friend. Some of the lights were on in the library, but Kate had been here enough lately to know her way around in the dim light. It just wasn’t like Meghan to forget to light her way.
“What did you have to show me?”
No answer. Kate made her way around the bookshelves and back to Meghan’s office. There was a light on in there. Her friend must have gotten distracted by something and forgotten that Kate was coming by.
Kate entered Meghan’s office and let out a squeal. Meghan was at her desk, slumped over. A letter opener was sticking out of her neck. Kate went close enough to feel for a pulse, though she didn’t expect to find one.
She stepped out of the office and gulped in some air. Meghan was dead. Kate took out her phone and dialed Scott.
“Couldn’t stay away?” Scott said.
“It’s Meghan. She’s dead.”
“Kate, where are you?”
“In the library.”
“Get out and stand in the parking lot. Someone could still be in there.”
She hadn’t thought of that. “Okay. I’ll hang up.”
“No, stay on the line until I get there.”
Kate walked back out to the parking lot, her mind buzzing and her body cold. Meghan’s eyes were lifeless, staring at her in her mind. Who would do such a thing?
Kate wrapped her arms around herself as she stood in the evening sun. Scott flew out of the police department door with two uniformed officers behind him. The cavalry. What an odd thought. The tears started to flow.
Meghan was the first new female friend she’d had in a while, and now she was dead. Is it something about me? Was she the problem? This was the third dead body she’d found in six months. Something had to be wrong with her. Her body began to shiver.
Scott had touched her arm, but then disappeared into the library. An ambulance drove around the municipal complex, parking by her.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” the young EMT asked.
“I’m not the patient,” she said.
She glanced at the library, but the young man didn’t take his eyes off of her. She must have looked a sight. Kate wiped at the tears rolling down her face. The man handed her a tissue from his ambulance.
“Thank you.”
Scott strode outside and right to her. He took her in his arms. “I’m sorry, Kate.”
She sniffed. She’d known that Meghan was dead, but hearing someone else confirm it brought the reality to her doorstep. She buried her face in Scott’s chest. He gave instructions to the EMTs.
“Let’s go to my office.”
He held her as they walked across the parking lot. Kate’s heart hurt. They hadn’t been friends long, but she had been developing a sincere affection for Meghan. Now she was gone. Murdered.
Scott put Kate in his office chair.
“I’ll get you some tea with sugar,” he said.
“No sugar.”
He shook his head. His tone was stern. “You need it, Kate.”
She didn’t have the strength to argue. She didn’t want to fight. “Okay.”
She stared at his blotter as she waited for him to return. She couldn’t get the sight of Meghan’s eyes out of her mind. How did Scott deal with dead people when he was a homicide detective in Philadelphia? She’d never get used to it.
He returned with a paper cup filled with hot tea. She sipped the steaming liquid as he cleared off his desk. He leaned on it, staring at her. It was a little unnerving to have this large man hovering over her. Greg hadn’t been that way. He had always assumed she could take care of herself. He wasn’t cold; he’d just never been this concerned about her.
“I’m upset, but I won’t shatter.”
“You’re much stronger than that, I know, but I’m still concerned,” he said.
Kate rolled the word around in her mind. “Murdered?”
“Most likely. I will need to ask you some questions, Kate. It can wait until tomorrow if you’d like.”
She shuddered. “Just give me a few minutes.”
“Okay, honey.”
She let the endearment go. Today it felt good for him to have this much concern for her. She’d just found a friend dead. She could use all the warmth she could get. Hugging the cup, she sipped it slowly, beginning to feel human again.
“Can I get you anything else?” Scott said.
He hadn’t moved. He was just within her reach, but she didn’t reach out to him. She couldn’t.
“No, the tea’s fine.” Kate took a deep breath, let it out then composed herself. “I’m ready to answer questions.”
“We need to go to an interrogation room
, so I can record it. You okay with that?”
Whatever he needed. She wanted to talk while it was all fresh in her mind. “Fine.”
She followed him to such a room. She’d never seen him so solicitous toward her. He touched her more than usual, and she appreciated the human contact. Finally, he was ready to ask her questions.
“You were supposed to meet Meghan in the library?”
Kate thought back over her conversation with Meghan at the reception. She wasn’t specific about the item she had wanted to show her. “Yes. We talked about it at the wedding reception. She had something to show me.”
“Did she indicate what it was?” Scott said.
He sat across from her. A microphone hung in between them. He had his cop face on now—serious. He was studying her as if trying to read her body language. She didn’t take offense. This was his job. His life.
“She said it had something to do with a book that my husband had taken out of the library and not returned.”
“Did she tell you the title of the book?”
Kate shook her head, and then realized the microphone wouldn’t pick that up. She’d been puzzled and curious about what Meghan had wanted to show her. “No. She didn’t say the title or the subject.”
“So you don’t have any idea what she wanted to show you?”
“No, I don’t.”
Kate set the empty cup down. It no longer was keeping her fingers warm. She figured nothing would right now. The vision of the letter opener in Meghan’s neck wasn’t going to leave her mind anytime soon.
“You need some more tea?”
“No, thanks.”
Scott nodded and continued. “So you met her at the library.”
Kate took a deep breath. Scott held her hand. “I did. It was dark, which I thought was odd. She usually turned some lights on so I could see.”
“Did you often meet at the library?”
“Once in a while, when she wanted to show me something new that I might like to borrow,” Kate said.
They’d share a pot of tea and sometimes cookies. It was sweet and fun. They were two middle-aged women who had a lot in common. Her friendship with Carly was the same, but Carly had never been married. Meghan had.
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