* * *
I awoke early the next morning with my head pounding, as I predicted. I dragged my feet down the hallway and into the kitchen to find the ibuprofen. I was hoping Mandy didn’t wake up before the meds had a chance to kick in. Snickers sat whining at my feet, letting me know his bladder was full. I let him out the back door, then I went to the front door, cracked it open, and reached out to get the morning newspaper. I saw that there was a lead in the Vinny Buttiglieri case. The article said the police suspected mafia involvement. A snapshot of Gino and Cal flashed in my head. Nah, I thought. Vinny was found in Bordentown, which was more than an hour away. It couldn’t possibly be the same people. With a name like Buttiglieri, it seemed to me that he could have been involved in the mafia. The news put my mind at ease that the killing of Vinny wasn’t job related.
It was nearly noon when my phone rang for the first time of the day. I was in the middle of cooking lunch, so I didn’t answer. The answering machine clicked on and I heard Kris’ voice. He left a message apologizing for our date. It wasn’t really his fault, but it was certainly a nice gesture on his part to apologize.
Chapter 3
“Why do you suppose the police are suspecting mafia in Vinny’s case? Are they on to us?” the first killer asked.
“Relax. You worry too much. If they were on to us, they’d be raiding our houses right now with their search warrants. They don’t know nuthin’!” the second killer retorted.
“Why are they saying ‘mafia’? There should have been no evidence.”
“Did they say the Righetti family? I didn’t hear Righetti family. They didn’t say which mafia at all, as a matter of fact. And technically, those with the last name Righetti didn’t kill Vinny anyway. We did.”
“Well, you did.”
“And you think you weren’t an accomplice? Let me tell you something – there ain’t no way to tell who fired that gun. If I go down, you’re coming with me.”
“Thought you told me to relax, that they don’t know anything.”
“I did. But if you go running your mouth to anybody, and I mean anybody, you’re going to be sorry that you did.”
“I ain’t talking to no one.”
“And you better not. So help me God, if I found out you’re talkin’…”
“I said, I ain’t talkin’.”
“All right, then, we have an understanding.”
* * *
On Monday morning, President Coglione called me promptly at nine.
“Good morning, Chelsey. This is Marc Coglione from Coral Beach. I hope your dinner at Federici’s was nice.”
“Oh, hello, President Coglione. It was very nice,” I lied.
“Please, call me Marc. I wanted to invite you to Wednesday night’s board of trustees meeting, where we will swear you in as municipal clerk. That is, of course, if you are willing to accept the position.”
I tried not to let my voice get too high due to the excitement. I wanted to jump through the phone and hug him. We negotiated for a salary that I thought was fair and I told him I’d see him on Wednesday night. He asked me to start work the following Monday, and I happily agreed. I was about to burst with the good news, so I called a few people to tell them about it…Kathy Norcia, my parents, and Kris. My parents said they would be attending Coral Beach’s meeting on Wednesday to witness my swearing in. Kris said he would take me out on a “real” first date to celebrate. Kathy was thrilled for me.
Once again, I found myself in my closet, going through clothes that would look professional for the big meeting on Wednesday. I hadn’t felt so happy in a very long time…too long to remember, in fact. I could barely sit still until Wednesday came along. And when Wednesday did come along, I could barely sit still through the meeting. My excitement and my nerves were getting the better of me. Mandy was acting up, so I decided to leave her home with my dad, while my mother and I drove over to Coral Beach’s village hall.
Coral Beach’s municipal building was miniscule, which is typical for a small shore community. It was located mid-block on Main Street. It looked more like a private home than an office building. A ranch on steroids, perhaps, since it was situated atop supports meant to keep the floodwaters out. It had beige vinyl siding with a slate gable roof. A small plaque out front said “Village of Coral Beach, c. 1899.” We took the stairs up to the decorative glass doors with white wood trim and then proceeded down the hallway, following the blue directional signs to the boardroom. We took our seats in the room, and noticed that not many residents had arrived.
Marc called the meeting to order. I noticed his gray roots peeking through his dye job in the fluorescent lighting. I thought he’d look better if he had a professional colorist take care of his hair. I shook my head and thought, Stop being so shallow, Chelsey! Winifred was draped over the dais with her nose in the air, similar to how she portrayed herself during the interview. A very short skirt was the most notable part of her ensemble. Too short by most standards of professional attire. The other members of the board seemed normal. Aspen was decent-looking and dressed in a nice suit. John and Jamie wore casual clothing and looked like happy-go-lucky people.
As the agenda moved along at a snail’s pace, my mother warned me to stop biting my fingernails. I was so nervous; I hadn’t even noticed that I was biting my nails. I tried to sit up straight and act professionally. When it was time for the vote on the resolutions, my resolution was held until last. Marc finally asked for a motion on the resolution appointing me as municipal clerk for a three-year term. John made the motion, and Jamie offered a second. I was on the edge of my seat. I was trying to be patient, but I couldn’t wait. My stomach was in knots. The village attorney, who was acting as the clerk, did the roll call.
“Ms. Brooks?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Mr. Paparazzo?”
“Absolutely,” John replied.
“Ms. Strega?”
“No,” she said.
No? She said no? I’m sitting right here. She said no in front of me? I cannot believe she said no right in front of me! I turned and looked at my mother with a look of fear of my face. My mother shook her head.
“You’ve got it,” she whispered.
The attorney continued. “Mr. Ravens?”
“Yes,” he replied.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Mr. Coglione?” the attorney asked.
Marc said, “Yes, and welcome aboard, Chelsey.”
He invited me to the front of the room to be sworn in and he asked my mother to hold the Bible. I placed my left hand on the Bible and raised my right hand. The attorney administered my oath of office, then shook my hand. The few people in the room clapped and I thanked the board. Marc announced that I would be starting work on Monday morning. All who were in attendance were then asked to step out of the room, since the board had a closed session next on the agenda.
My mother and I headed out of the meeting and back to car.
“I was worried there when Winifred said no,” I said to my mother.
“I wasn’t worried. I knew you had the job. You didn’t need her vote,” my mother said.
“I had a feeling during my interview that she didn’t like me for some reason. I just didn’t think she would actually vote no in front of me. I thought that would take place behind the scenes.”
“You know these politicians. She was probably trying to make a statement to someone that had nothing to do with you personally.”
My mother was a wise woman. I believed she was likely correct. I always tried to stay out of the politics at work. I felt like I didn’t need to know and I didn’t want to know what was going on behind the scenes. I wanted to bask in my accomplishment of landing a new job for a little while. Little did I know at the time what I was going to be getting myself into. Had I only known then…
* * *
I started working for the Village of Coral Beach on Monday. I was introduced to the other employees and learned the basics, su
ch as where different offices were located, how to use the phones, and how to log into the computer network. My office was situated near the main entrance. The tax office was next to mine, and there was a door adjoining the two offices, which was typically left open. Since our offices received the most walk-in customers, it made sense to have us near the main entrance. We also shared a copier and coffee machine. Having coffee at arm’s length was a plus in my mind!
I was a pretty happy camper, until I discovered that I had taken a position without any office help. The board of trustees had failed to tell me that the assistant, Joni Cabana, had quit unexpectedly without giving notice. She simply upped and left the building. I asked around, but no one admitted knowing what had happened or why she left. They only knew that Joni had decided to hightail it out of there.
I called my old friend and former assistant, Bonnie Fattori, to let her know that we seemed to have a job opening. Bonnie was also involved in the situation at our former place of employment. She was shot in the chest and it had taken quite a bit of time for her to recover completely. She also sued, won a settlement, and was currently out of work, by choice. She was married to a neurosurgeon named Jayce, so she didn’t have to work, but she liked having extra spending money and I knew she was recently considering a move back into the workforce. She had probably blown the entire settlement on something ridiculously overpriced, like a couple of pairs of shoes.
“Hey, Bonnie! It’s Chelsey.”
“Chelsey, my dear old friend. How is your new job going?”
“It’s going great so far, especially since I’ve only been here for a few hours. No crazy accidents or scary residents to report yet. I called to let you know that there is an opening here.”
“Really? What’s the job entail?”
“It’s an assistant for both me and the tax office. It pays slightly more than you made in Sunshine. The tax collector is named Dingo Malvagio, and the assessor is Bryson Coach, Bryce for short. I really don’t know anyone since today is my first day of work. So far, the collector seems a little strange, but the assessor seems nice.”
“Coach?!”
“Yeah, Coach.”
“Any relation to the people who make Coach handbags?”
“I doubt that a relative to a multi-billion-dollar enterprise would take on a career as a tax assessor.”
“Darn, you know I love Coach.”
“You love anything that’s expensive.”
“True. Is he hot? Will I have any eye candy to stare at?”
“Why doesn’t that question surprise me?” I asked her. At our last job, Bonnie had a fascination with some of the handsome firemen. She could be crude and inappropriate at times. Some even said she was immature, but I loved her all the more for her off-color sense of humor.
“I wouldn’t exactly say either one of them are hot. Bryce is easier on the eyes than Dingo,” I told her. “And, you know they say it’s easier to work for a man than a woman.”
“Yeah, I know. My last boss was a total witch.”
“I don’t think I was that much of a witch. I let you get away with a lot!”
“Oh, you know I’m joking. So first things first, do they have nice-looking firemen there?”
“Bonnie!”
“All right, fine. I’ll stop. Why did the assistant leave?”
“I don’t know; no one seemed to know. Or maybe they just aren’t telling me. Maybe they don’t want to scare me off on my first day of work,” I joked.
“Where do I apply?”
“When I get the job posting, I’ll email it to you so you know where to send your résumé.”
I had really missed working with Bonnie. She was a barrel of laughs. I was excited at the possibility that she would be working with me again. By the time we got off the phone, it was time for my lunch break. Wanting to make a good impression, I ate quickly and got right back to work. It was then that I had my first encounter with Babs Todaro. Babs was an eighty-nine-year-old resident of Coral Beach.
I answered the phone, “Coral Beach Village, Chelsey Alton speaking.”
“Who are you?” the voice on the other line demanded.
“I’m Chelsey Alton, the municipal clerk. How may I help you?”
“Chelsey? Are you new?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m new here.”
“Well, this is Babs Todaro. I’ve been living here for fifty years. I have a problem.”
“What can I help you with?”
“Well, you know, all winter long, there were no birds here on my property. And now they are everywhere.”
I raised an eyebrow and tried my darnedest not to laugh. I couldn’t imagine where this conversation was going.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m listening.”
“Well, it’s not right. They wake me up early in the morning with all that squawking. And they are huge and ugly. Can’t you get them to go back to wherever they came from?”
I had no idea how to answer this question. What I really wanted to say was, “This is the Jersey shore. If you’ve lived here for fifty years, then you know darn well that this area is plagued with seagulls,” but I refrained from the nastiness. I tried to think of a quick explanation that was polite, but my mind was blank. I remembered a lecturer from a customer service seminar I took that said something about asking questions. So, I opted to ask a question instead of providing an answer.
“Were the birds there last year, before winter?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I don’t remember.”
“Perhaps I could take your phone number and contact the animal control officer for you.”
That statement seemed to appease her. She gave me her phone number and I promised her a call back.
I hung up the phone and took the few short strides over to Bryce’s office.
“Hi, Bryce, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering, have you ever heard of a Babs Todaro?” I asked him.
“Oh, yeah; we all have. What did she ask for this time?”
“She doesn’t like all the birds on her property; she said they keep her awake and she wants me to send them back where they came from.”
Bryce started laughing. “That’s our Babs,” he said. I looked at him, confused. “I’m sorry, you don’t know Babs. Babs is one of our senior citizens and has dementia. She calls weekly with off-the-wall complaints. You’ll get used to it.”
“I told her I’d call her back.”
“Oh, don’t bother. She’ll forget all about it in a few hours.”
“Are you sure? I feel funny not calling her back.”
“Well, go ahead and wait two hours, then call her back. You’ll see. She won’t remember,” Bryce said as he pushed a lock of his brown hair away from his forehead. There was something about Bryce that was likeable. Maybe it was his demeanor or his deep, reassuring voice. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Okay,” I said and I headed back to my desk to get some work done.
A couple of hours later, I picked up the phone to call Babs. It rang about ten times. I was about to hang up, but she finally answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Babs, this is Chelsey Alton, the village clerk. I was calling you back from earlier.”
“Who?” Babs asked.
“Chelsey Alton. I spoke with you earlier.”
“What are you selling?”
“I spoke with you earlier about the birds on your property.”
“Oh, I’m not interested in any bird seed. Thank you.” And she hung up before I got a chance to say anything else. Bryce was right; she didn’t remember.
Shortly thereafter, a customer came in to pay for his dog license, so I went to the front counter to assist him. As I was trying to figure out how to get into the dog-licensing database on the computer, he asked if I remembered him. I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to place the face. He looked to be close to my age. He was about three inches shorter than I was, had dark hair and dark eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, reveal
ing a thick gold Figaro link necklace entwined in his chest hair. He sported a matching gold bracelet.
“I’m sorry, I have a terrible memory,” I told him.
“Mike,” he said.
The name “Mike” still didn’t ring any bells. I thought long and hard. The only Mike I knew of that looked like him was on a reality TV show called Jersey Shore, and the Mike in front of me was way too short to be the same person. After I looked blankly at him, he said, “From high school.”
“Oh,” I said. “It’s so nice to see you.”
I still didn’t have a clue who he was, so I played along. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He handed me a check for the dog fees and told me it was nice to see me. I looked at the check. His last name was Nero. I realized he might have been related to another guy I was friends with back in high school named Landon Nero.
I took a chance and said, “How’s Landon?”
“Oh, he’s good. He got married recently to Genevieve from our class.”
Bingo. He was related to Landon. I had heard Landon and Genevieve were recently married. I handed him his dog tag and receipt and told him to let Landon know I said hello. As he walked away from the window, I glanced down at the clock. It was time to call it a day. The first day on the job was exhausting. I headed over to my parents’ house, picked up Mandy, then headed home. After a quick dinner, I put both her and myself to bed. I slept like a rock.
Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning, still feeling tired. The air was damp and the temperature outside remained in the thirties. I was ready for warmer weather. I dropped off Mandy at my parents’ house, then I stopped at the coffee shop, Take Ten. I ordered a tall mocha latte, since I needed the caffeine and the warmth. While I had a good night sleep, I felt wiped out from going back to work for the first time in over a year. I unlocked my office door, turned on the lights, and dragged my feet to my desk. I sank back into my chair, tossed back a gulp of coffee, and waited a beat to see if I would be jolted into a more alert state of mind.
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