by Paige Sleuth
Kat certainly hoped not, but, judging from the way Andrew’s eyes had lit up, he wasn’t opposed to personally witnessing a catfight any more than the other males in attendance. She would have expected better from a member of the Cherry Hills Police Department. Hadn’t he seen enough scuffles during his ten years on the force to have grown tired of them by now?
Andrew set one hand on Kat’s knee. “You look nice, by the way.”
The heat from his palm shot up her leg and zipped through every cell in her body like an electric current. All thoughts of Lucy and Heidi dissipated into the air surrounding them. “Thank you.” She took in his crisp gray, button-down shirt and black slacks. “So do you.”
“You didn’t see me an hour ago. I could have arrived a little earlier, but felt compelled to shower and change so nobody would mistake me for one of your homeless dogs.”
“You looked that bad, huh?”
He smirked. “I refuse to answer that.”
“What happened to you anyway?”
Andrew pulled his hand away and reached for the iced tea in front of him. “I got held up at work.”
Kat adjusted her dress. Her knee was still tingling where Andrew had rested his hand. “Anything serious?”
“Nah, just some paperwork related to a case we closed recently. Chief wanted my final report filed by the end of the day.”
“He sounds like a real slave driver.”
Andrew laughed. “Not really. He basically just didn’t want to be held liable when the pile of papers on my desk finally toppled over and ended up suffocating one of the other officers.”
The sound of Andrew’s amusement was infectious, and Kat couldn’t prevent her own giggle from escaping.
Andrew looked her up and down, his penetrating blue eyes sending a little tremor through her body. “If I had known how amazing you look, I would have pulled the fire alarm so Chief would have no choice but to let me leave early.”
The compliment caused Kat to blush. She slipped her hands into her lap, resisting the temptation to push back a lock of sandy hair that had fallen over Andrew’s forehead.
Andrew coughed and surveyed the room. “Did you order already?”
Kat nodded, eyeing one of the servers distributing entrées. “You missed the soup and salad, but I told them to bring you a main course.”
“What did you choose for me?”
“The cassava with sofrito.”
“Sounds good.”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “You have no idea what that is, do you?”
“Nope,” he agreed cheerfully. “But I’ll find out when it gets here.”
She laughed. It still amazed her that she hadn’t devoted much thought to Andrew during the past fifteen years. After they’d graduated from high school and parted ways, she supposed she was so anxious to get out of Cherry Hills that she hadn’t considered what she might be leaving behind in the process. Since her return to town a month ago, she hadn’t been able to think about anything but what a good catch her old childhood friend was.
She only wished she knew whether her feelings were mutual.
“Hey,” Lucy piped up from Andrew’s other side. “You’re a cop, aren’t you?”
“That’s me.” Andrew held out his hand. “Andrew Milhone.”
“Lucy.” She scooted closer to him as they shook hands. “Tell me, Andrew Milhone, why isn’t it illegal when a tramp steals another woman’s boyfriend?”
Kat stilled when she caught sight of the coy smile that Lucy flashed at Andrew. Was she hitting on him? What had happened to her being sick of men?
“Probably a matter of budget constraints.” Andrew chuckled. “You know how big a force we’d need if breaking hearts was deemed a punishable offense?”
Lucy tapped her chin, as though seriously reflecting on his comment. “True enough.” She dropped her elbows on the table. “But there should still be a law against certain behavior. I mean, we live in a civilized society, ya know?”
“Well, I can tell you that kidnapping a potential love interest against their will is illegal.”
Kat frowned, wondering if she were misreading Andrew’s playful tone. The thought of him flirting back with Lucy Callahan twisted her insides into a knot. She pretended to adjust her napkin in her lap to mask her discomfort.
Lucy leaned closer and propped her chin on her hands. “If your department is open to suggestions, I have a few ideas on what you could do to lower the crime rate in Cherry Hills. As this town gets bigger, safety concerns will only increase.”
Andrew rotated sideways to give her his undivided attention. “I’m all ears.”
Kat gritted her teeth and sat on her hands so she wouldn’t be tempted to tug on Andrew’s sleeve like a petulant child. She wished now that she had taken the seat right next to Lucy.
Lucy sat up straighter. “Okay, so, CHPD can only employ so many officers, right? That means it’s really up to us citizens to do our part. What I’ve been thinking is . . .”
Kat slumped in her seat as Lucy began the start of a long speech about recruiting the public to form neighborhood watch associations. From the way she batted her eyelashes every so often, Kat suspected she’d only brought up the proposal in the hopes that she and Andrew could join the same group, giving her an excuse to see him regularly.
Kat sighed, mentally berating herself for being so uncharitable. Naturally Lucy wouldn’t see anything wrong with chatting up the handsome, single man occupying the chair next to her. When they’d been talking before his arrival, Kat had deliberately emphasized that she and Andrew were just two good friends out to show their support for homeless animals. She hadn’t brought up her attraction to him, fearful that Lucy might let something slip to Andrew himself.
Now, though, Kat was starting to regret that strategy. Maybe if she’d dropped even a tiny hint about her romantic interest in Andrew, Lucy wouldn’t be hoarding all of his attention.
A piercing scream penetrated Kat’s thoughts and nearly caused her to lose all bladder control. Beside her, Lucy and Andrew abruptly stopped talking, both of their heads whipping toward the source of the scream.
Kat spun around a split second after they did. An older, chestnut-haired woman was standing by one of the tables, her hands clamped over her mouth.
The room had fallen completely silent. Everyone was too busy staring at the woman to continue with their own conversations. Several people had started to approach her, concern etched across their faces.
Among the people moving closer, Kat spotted Imogene. When she arrived at the source of the commotion, she crouched down, disappearing for a few seconds before jumping back up.
“We need a doctor,” she yelled.
A man Kat recognized as a local veterinarian stepped forward. “What’s the problem?”
The woman who had screamed dropped her hands to her sides, exposing her ashen face. She didn’t raise her voice, but she didn’t have to. Kat could hear her clearly in the eerie silence of the dining room.
“Heidi Smith collapsed. I—I think she might be dead.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Although Andrew had yet to return to their table, Kat had already heard the rumors making the rounds. As quiet as the room had been earlier, now it seemed as though everyone were chattering.
The veterinarian who had rushed forward to assist had verified that Heidi was indeed dead. Nobody was quite sure what had happened yet, but the speculations ranged from her having a heart attack to someone deliberately taking her life. Andrew had joined the fray soon afterward, perhaps already suspecting his services as police detective would be required.
No one could leave until the police determined exactly what was going on, and the forced confinement had generated a buzz of anxiety. Despite the instructions they’d been given, nobody wanted to remain seated next to someone who might have killed a woman. Almost equally disturbing, they were all going to be interviewed as potential witnesses.
Kat snuck a peek at Lucy Callahan, who ke
pt craning her neck to get a better view of the activity across the room. Kat couldn’t help but remember the redhead’s angry scowl as she’d faced down Heidi earlier. Could the two women really dislike each other so much that one would murder the other? The idea turned Kat’s stomach.
“Can you see what’s happening?” Lucy asked.
Kat shook her head, hoping to deter a lengthy conversation by remaining mute.
Lucy practically climbed on top of her seat for a better view. “I’m sure Andrew will fill us in when he comes back.”
Kat flinched at Lucy’s use of Andrew’s first name. Although, she reasoned, her familiarity only made sense. After all, the two had met before the dining room had become a potential crime scene and Andrew had morphed into Detective Milhone of the Cherry Hills Police Department.
Lucy straightened. “He’s coming this way.”
Kat scanned the area, her heart beating a little faster when she saw that Andrew was indeed headed toward them. He halted next to their table, his face grim.
“You all are up next,” he said, glancing at the five people seated around the table in turn. “I’ll be escorting you one at a time to another room so I or one of my colleagues can interview you in private. Once we’ve captured your statement, you’re free to leave.”
“Can you give us an update?” Lucy said, practically bouncing in her seat. “What’s going on?”
Andrew’s mouth thinned. “Heidi didn’t make it. Right now, we’re suspecting foul play. Our best guess at this time is that she was poisoned, but we’ve expedited some samples to the lab for confirmation.”
Lucy’s mouth dropped open. Kat couldn’t tell whether she found the news shocking or exciting.
Andrew’s eyes didn’t leave Lucy. “Why don’t I start with you? You seemed to have known the victim better than most everybody else here.”
“Sure.” Lucy scrambled to stand up.
Kat leaned back in her seat and fanned herself with one hand as Andrew led Lucy away. She closed her eyes to block out the dizzying swarm of activity around her but still couldn’t prevent the slightly nauseated feeling that had been building in her gut for the past twenty minutes.
Figuring she had enough time to splash some water on her face before Andrew returned to take her away for questioning, Kat slipped her purse strap over her shoulder, stood up, and made her way toward the restrooms.
Crossing the hotel corridor, Kat flung the bathroom door open and strode inside. But before she could reach the sink, the sight of Champ standing guard by the garbage can stopped her short.
The Labrador’s ears pricked, and he rushed forward to look up her dress again. However, this time Kat was expecting the ambush and managed to turn away in time.
As she stroked Champ, Kat heard the unmistakeable sound of someone retching from behind the closed stall door. She wasn’t surprised that the shock of this evening’s turn of events had made at least one person sick. Kat’s own stomach wouldn’t stop roiling either.
The toilet flushed and the door banged open. Tasha Taylor stepped out, halting when she saw Kat. “Oh, you startled me,” she said, gripping her clutch purse close to her chest. “I didn’t realize anybody else was in here.”
Kat’s heart pinched in sympathy as she took in Tasha’s pale face and the mascara trails streaking down her cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. No. Not really.” Tasha leaned against the side of the stall, pressing her hand against her stomach. “This whole thing with Heidi is just really upsetting.”
“Did you know her?”
Tasha sucked in a breath as she bobbed her head.
“It’s terrible what happened.”
“Yes.” Tasha stumbled over to the sink and rinsed out her mouth.
Champ whimpered and trotted over to Tasha. He pressed the top of his head into her palm as if sensing her need for comfort. After a moment, she rubbed his ears.
Watching the two interacting with such affection would have infused Kat with cheer under normal circumstances, but her heart was too heavy at the moment.
“I’m guessing he’s in here because you decided to adopt him,” she said.
Tasha glanced at the dog. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”
“You won’t regret it,” Kat assured her.
Tasha bent over to grab Champ’s leash. When she straightened, her eyes were red and watery, as though she were on the verge of crying again. “Well, I should be heading home. After talking to the police, I’m beat.”
“Okay,” Kat said. “I enjoyed meeting you, despite how things turned out.”
Tasha grabbed a paper towel and swiped at her tear-stained face before depositing the towel in the garbage and taking a giant step toward the door. “Bye.”
As soon as Tasha left, Kat approached the sink and turned on the tap. Dipping her fingers under the stream of cool water, she patted some onto her face, feeling instantly better. When she finished, she leaned against the counter, in no rush to return to the dining room. The silence of the bathroom made it easier for her to think about Heidi.
The more she considered it, the less likely it seemed that Lucy could be responsible for what had happened. Although there certainly was no love lost between the two women, Lucy hadn’t left their table since Kat had sat down. How could she have poisoned Heidi if she hadn’t been anywhere near her food?
Kat couldn’t dismiss the possibility that Lucy had an accomplice, but she hadn’t seen her informing any potential partner-in-crime of Heidi’s seat change. She supposed Lucy could have surreptitiously sent a text message, but that still left the question of who could be working with the woman. The rivalry between Lucy and Heidi had struck her as more of a one-on-one conflict.
Kat sighed. She should leave the investigating to Andrew, she told herself.
And she should get back to her table before Andrew began to wonder if she’d snuck off.
After studying herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, Kat yanked a paper towel out of the dispenser and dried her hands. When she went to toss the sheet, something poking out from underneath one of the wadded-up towels in the garbage can caught her eye. She reached down and picked it up. It appeared to be a small vial.
Kat turned it around in her fingers, her heart beating a little faster. The vial was clearly empty and there wasn’t any label to indicate what it had held, but her mind had already turned in a sinister direction. She could easily picture this tiny container holding enough poison to kill a woman.
The possibility sent a shiver down Kat’s spine.
Careful not to touch more of the vial’s surface area than she needed to, Kat wrapped it in a clean paper towel and slipped it into her purse. She would turn it over to Andrew when it was her turn to be questioned. Then, she vowed, she would step back and let him handle the difficult part of determining who had killed Heidi.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Ugh, what a disaster,” Imogene said, slumping against one of the adoption room walls. “When I saw tonight’s benefit dinner unfolding in my head, I envisioned it ending with everybody eating cake, not poor Heidi’s death and a police interrogation.”
Imogene slid down the wall and buried her face in her hands. Almost immediately, two medium-sized mutts bounded over to administer emergency aid in the form of slobbery tongues lapping at her face with enthusiastic vigor.
Imogene laughed before righting herself. “Okay, okay. You’ve successfully cheered me up!”
Kat smiled, despite her exhaustion. After the stress of the benefit dinner, she felt as if all the energy had been drained from her body.
The police interviews had lasted for several hours. Luckily, the officials had pronounced the food prepared for the event as safe to eat, allowing everyone to take home a meal after they gave the police their statement.
Most of the guests couldn’t get out of the door fast enough once they’d been cleared to leave. But, unfortunately, ducking out early hadn’t been an option for the three members of the Furry Friend
s Foster Families board.
On the bright side, all but five of the homeless animals had been adopted. That was the only positive to come from the whole evening, in Kat’s opinion, but she did have to admit it was a rather stellar positive.
Imogene rubbed the dogs’ bellies while they rolled around at her feet. “I can’t believe you two didn’t find homes tonight.”
“They will,” Willow said, folding up an empty pen that had once contained one of the luckier dogs. “It’s just a matter of time.”
“You’re right,” Imogene agreed. “With personalities as big as these two’s, they won’t be homeless forever.”
Kat eyed the cat corner as she wandered around the adoption room picking up debris and stuffing it into a garbage bag. “I don’t remember seeing Clover tonight,” she said, referring to Imogene’s current foster. “Did he find a home already?”
Imogene flushed. “Yes, you could say that. I decided to adopt him myself.”
Kat grinned. After watching her friend interacting with the big, white feline, she wasn’t surprised. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to give him up.”
“Nope, you were right about that.” Imogene’s eyes twinkled. “I notice Tom wasn’t here either.”
“I kind of decided to adopt him permanently too,” Kat admitted, thinking of the beautiful brown and black cat she’d taken in as a foster not too long ago. “He gets along so well with Matty that she would be heartbroken if he went to live somewhere else.”
“I bet.” Imogene smirked, clearly aware that Kat’s own affections toward Tom were more than a little responsible for her decision to keep him.
Kat frowned as a meow sounded from inside one of the cages. “Weren’t the foster parents supposed to take any unadopted animals home with them after the event ended?”
“I offered to bring them back once I finished up here,” Imogene said. “I couldn’t see any sense in our volunteers having to linger around after their police interviews, and the police didn’t want anything—including the animals—removed from the premises until they had a chance to look over the property for evidence.”