“Sorry, Bee.”
“For what? There’s no reason to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
But she’d definitely had a crush on the young man. Not that she’d want me to bring that up, now.
“What do you think?” I asked. “Maybe Sarah was working with Joseph to get the money? She worked with him on the sabotage of Rose’s garden. We might have a Bonnie and Clyde situation on our hands here.”
The color disappeared from Bee’s cheeks, bit-by-bit. The question was in her wheelhouse. “That might be the case. Either way, it doesn’t look like we’ll get much information out of her now.”
“Then what options do we have left?” I asked.
Bee wriggled her nose. “Hmm.”
“What is it?”
“Lori’s house. She was on her way back there when she was attacked. And if we calculate the timing of when the police came to find us, and how long it would have taken her to get there…” She paused, ticking off items on her fingers. “Yes. That makes sense.”
“What does?”
“That Lori would have already been at home when she was attacked,” Bee said. “If we want to find out what happened to her we have to—”
“Break in to another person’s home?” I whispered.
“You put it like that. I call it, reconnaissance.” Bee set off down the sidewalk, popping the box of donuts open and reaching in for a treat. She stopped after a few paces. “Are you coming?” she called, holding out the box. “We’ve got work to do, Miss Holmes.”
18
Breaking into Lori’s place wasn’t technically ‘breaking in.’ The back door had been left wide open. Perhaps, it had been in the rush to get Lori to hospital, or perhaps the cops hadn’t noticed it, but there it was.
We had our in, and, strangely, it made me feel more anxious about searching for evidence here, than less. The house on Lavender Road was as small as it had been the last time we’d been here, and Bee and I mounted the back steps, stopping just short of the open doorway. It looked into the hallway next to the kitchen.
“See any evidence of a… struggle?” The last thing I needed was another encounter that left me squeamish. Bee was liable to think I’d gone soft since we’d come to Muffin.
“No blood, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bee nudged the door open with her elbow, then entered.
I followed her, but pulled up short. “Oh my gosh.” I covered my nose and mouth. The inside of the house smelled so strongly of bleach my eyes watered.
“Someone’s been doing some cleaning. Let’s hope it was Lori, before anything happened to her,” Bee said. “Though, how she’d do that with a broken leg is another question. Try to keep as quiet as possible. You never know who might be here.”
My heart tha-thumped against the inside of my chest, and I reached into my pocket and touched my fingers to the cool side of my can of mace. If push came to shove, I’d be ready. Hopefully. Assuming that whoever it was didn’t have a gun.
That only made me think of the room full of guns across the hall, and the fact that one of them had been stolen earlier in the month.
Bee and I walked down the hallway, and I peered into the kitchen. It was entirely neat and clean—no sign of a struggle.
“Here,” Bee called, from the entrance to the living room.
Inside, the coffee table had been tipped over and coffee was spilled on the floor. The guns one the walls were still in place, though, apart from the missing one that Lori had mentioned previously.
“Bee,” I whispered. “Shouldn’t the police be here, investigating this place? Where are the police lines? Where are the fingerprint technicians?”
“They would have done it already, directly after the attack happened. And a murder wasn’t committed here, so I doubt it would take them long to collect the evidence they needed. Perhaps, Lori has woken up and fingered the perpetrator?”
“Then we don’t even need to be here.”
Bee wriggled her nose again. “Let’s look around for anything that might be a clue.”
We split up, Bee heading over to the bookshelf and pulling a few books out at a time, all dusty as if they hadn’t been touched since they’d been placed there, and I headed for the worn sofa. I dug around behind the cushions, my fingers brushing over loose pennies and then something hard and cold.
I froze. Was it the gun? The missing gun?
My fingers closed around it, and I tugged it out. It wasn’t the gun, after all, but a phone. “Bee,” I said.
She came over. “It’s either Lori’s or the attacker’s.”
“Or Brent’s.” I unlocked the phone—thankfully there was no code—and a picture of Brent and Lori, holding hands and posing for the camera, appeared on the screen. It was split down the middle by a crack in the plastic, rainbow colors rippling out from the damaged area.
“It must be Lori’s,” I said, and tapped on the messaging icon on the screen, just as we’d done with Sarah’s phone. “I wonder if there’s anything on here that—oh!”
“What?”
“It’s a message from Joseph.”
Lori. You shouldn’t have done that. You’re going to regret it. I told you, it was either the date or the money. You’ve made your choice.
Leave me alone!!! I will report you to the cops. Lori’s reply was just below it and had been read, but not replied to.
“Wait, what?” Bee grabbed the phone out of my hand. “Joseph was threatening her? Why? I don’t—” Realization dawned on her face and she nearly dropped the phone.
“It was him,” I said. “It has to be. He had access to everyone. He threatened Lori. Maybe he wanted the money from the life insurance policy. Could that be who she was talking to on the phone?”
“That makes sense. And she called off the date with him. He was blackmailing her. Maybe he knows something about her that we don’t?”
The loud clap, clap, clap started up from the living room door, and I let out a squeak. Bee did drop the phone this time.
Joseph strode into the room, a broad smile on his handsome face, and a pair of pink stiletto heels on his feet. It took me a second to register what I was seeing. “Well done, ladies. You’ve solved it. That’s brilliant and really unfortunate for you. Because, now, I’ll have to kill you too.”
“How—when?” I blathered.
“I saw you at Sarah’s house. I knew you were interfering in the case, and I followed you here,” he replied. “Simple. So simple, it’s dumb. Did you seriously think I didn’t know what you were up to? Sarah told me her shoes were missing last night. The idiot had no idea that one of them had been missing for over a week. Unfortunately, she had an alibi, or my plan would have worked.”
My heart leaped. “You wanted to frame her. That’s why you wore the shoes. And why you’re wearing them right now.”
“Bingo.” Joseph clicked his fingers and pointed at me. “This time, though, she won’t have an alibi. She’s passed out at home, on the sofa. Too much wine in the middle of the day, poor old girl.”
“Old.” Bee stiffened. “You… how dare you.”
“It’s much easier to take advantage of old women when you look like me. They seem to lose their minds.” He twirled a finger next to his temple. “Lori wasn’t as easy to toy with. She didn’t want to give me what I needed.”
“And what was that?” I glanced at the phone where Bee had dropped it. If we could only get to it and call 911, we might have a shot here. Hopefully, Bee was thinking in the same vein.
“Everything Brent had,” he replied. “His wife. His money. His life.” Joseph’s handsome face folded into a cruel caricature. “Ever since I moved to this darn town, he’s been trying to out-do me. Acting like he’s better than me. Well, he paid for that. He paid for that, and Lori paid for that too. Two people dead, and they have no idea who did it. It was almost too easy.”
He thought Lori was dead.
Joseph turned his back and strode toward the array of guns mounted on the wal
l. I gestured to Bee, and she snatched up the phone quickly and unlocked it. She dialed the number 911 then put the phone back down on the ground.
It took all of a few seconds but I didn’t breathe for any of it.
Joseph had taken a gun down and turned to face us, the barrel pointed at my chest.
“What about Lori’s money?” I said, quickly. “You won’t get any of it, now.”
“I don’t need her money anymore. I got what I wanted from Sarah’s prize-winnings. I’ll blow town and that will be the end of it. I’ll find some place where people understand the value of a good gardener. But not before I kill you two and that idiot Rose-Marie. She’ll get exactly what she deserves.”
“You can’t shoot us here,” Bee said, loudly. “Everyone on Lavender Road will here. They know that Lori was attacked, they’ll all come running.”
“I’ll be out of here before anyone runs anywhere,” he said, shifting in Sarah’s pink stilettos. He looked ridiculous, though they did compliment his calves.
“Wait, Joseph,” I said, lifting my hands. “There’s something you have to know before you do anything else.”
“Oh yeah?” He arched an eyebrow, shifting the hunting rifle against his arm. “What’s that?”
I searched around for something that would shock the shoes off of him. “Lori’s not dead,” I said. “Lori is alive and well in hospital.”
Joseph’s expression grew still. The arched eyebrow remained where it was, but he’d checked out. I didn’t dare say another word in case I started him and he fired off a round. The gun was still aimed at my torso.
“You’re lying,” he snarled, after a minute. “She’s dead. I know she is.”
“She’s alive,” Bee said. “And awake. She’ll tell the police everything she knows. So, even if you kill us, you’re going to prison. They’ll hunt you down.”
“Your best option is probably to run now, before they come.”
Sirens wailed in the distance, as if on cue. They were from an ambulance, though, not the staccato rhythm of Detective Wilke’s police car’s siren.
Joseph blinked rapidly. He lifted the gun, lowered it, and then lifted it again. His teeth appeared, perfectly white and pressed against each other as he grimaced at me. “You’ll pay for this. You will pay.” He dropped the rifle, kicked off his high heel shoes, and ran out of the living room.
“After him,” Bee said. “If we can tackle him to the ground, we might be able to hold him until Wilkes gets here.”
I sprinted out into the hallway and spun toward the front door. But it was too late. At least, for us to tackle anyone.
Detective Wilkes had Joseph Barnes on his stomach in the dirt outside, his hands already cuffed behind his back. The police officer caught our gaze but only gave a slight shake of his head. And that was it. Another case solved, another murderer on the way to prison, now all we had to do was hope that the town would forgive us for stealing Sarah’s shoes.
19
It was a perfect, spring day in the park, and the two long lines winding from the front of the food truck told me everything I needed to know about how the news of Joseph’s capture had been received. People thought we were innocent again. They wanted to buy our treats and enjoy them.
Only two days had passed, and another few long sessions of questioning by the police, and we were cleared of any suspicion. Lori had woken in hospital just after we’d arrived at her home, it seemed, and croaked out that Joseph was the one to have attacked her.
The only question was why she hadn’t said anything about his threats sooner.
“Here you go,” I said, handing Amy Bartlett, one of our regulars, her choc-chip cookie. “Enjoy it!”
Amy flashed me an appreciative grin. “Keep the change, hon. You deserve it after what you went through this week.”
“Thanks, Amy!”
She hurried off, and Bee nudged me. “See? All worth it in the end.”
“I don’t know what I was worried about,” I replied. “I guess, I just didn’t want our time here to end too quickly.” That and I had issues with how things had happened in the past. But those were thoughts for another time. Now, we had all the customers we could deal with, and joy threaded through my thoughts.
The next customer in line stepped up, and I sucked in a breath.
“Lori!” I said. “How are you?”
She still had her crutches, of course, but now, had a massive knot on the front of her head. She gave me a sheepish grin. “Hi, Ruby. Do you mind if I talk to you for a second. You or Bee?”
“I’ll take care of the truck,” Bee said, as she handed a customer their change. “You two talk.”
“Right. Sure.” I grabbed two cookies and put them into brown paper bags, then hurried to the side door of the food truck and let myself out. The sunshine was bright, and I slipped a pair of sunglasses out of the front pocket of my apron and slid them onto my face.
The added advantage was that I could study Lori without her knowing. There were still a few unanswered questions, and, happy or not, my inquisitive nature insisted I find out the answers to them.
Lori met me next to the truck, and we walked off toward the duck pond together, a few people turning to watch as we passed. Whispers started up, but I ignored them. People were bound to talk after everything that had happened.
Lori had grown proficient with the crutches and hopped along at a good pace until we reached a bench under the trees. She lowered herself onto it and accepted a cookie from me.
“It’s good to see you again,” I said. “We were worried.”
“Thank you.” Lori took a bite of her cookie and made an appreciative noise. “This is delicious as usual.”
“It’s all Bee,” I replied.
“Listen, Ruby, I—I wanted to say thank you for everything you two did,” she replied. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell the police who had attacked me if not for you. I just… I thought maybe you two were in danger and that I had caused it and I couldn’t just let you—you know.”
“It all worked out in the end,” I said. “That’s what mattered. I have to admit, I am curious, though. Why didn’t you tell anyone about Joseph and his threats sooner?”
Lori gnawed on her cookie. She took her time, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment then opening them again. “I was afraid. Joseph knew the truth about me and I didn’t want it to get out. I thought the police would blame me for what happened to Brent. I just… I was having affair. It wasn’t Brent. It was me.”
“Oh. I see. But you told us about Sarah.”
“Yes, because I knew that Joseph was dating her too,” Lori said, bowing her head. “I got involved with Joseph before Brent’s death, but I soon realized that he wasn’t a good person. He started threatening me when I got cold feet about the relationship. And then Brent died, and he told me that if I didn’t keep my mouth shut and give him what he wanted, both a relationship with me and the money from the life insurance policy, then I would regret it.”
“That’s terrible.” I patted her on the arm.
A gentle breeze swept through the park and tugged at the ends of my apron strings, hanging over the edge of the park bench. It was such an idyllic day, with blue skies and puffy white clouds, it was hard to imagine that the events of the past week had been possible.
“I thought he would report me to the police and try to frame me, not kill me.” Lori took another bite of her cookie and chewed faster, as if saying the words out loud had brought her appetite back. “I’m sorry I lied to you both, and that any of this happened.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Lori. It’s over now, and life in Muffin can get back to normal. Relatively speaking. How are you holding up regarding Brent?”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, slowly. “I think it’s finally starting to sink in that he’s really gone. I cried all night last night, but I think that… it will get easier over time.”
I couldn’t speak to that, but at least she was safe now.
&n
bsp; My gaze turned toward the Bite-sized Bakery food truck and the long lines in front of it, and a smile parted my lips. Whatever happened, whatever came, I would always have the food truck, my bestie, Bee, and the times we’d spent solving crimes together.
I took a massive bite of my cookie and let the sweetness spread across my tongue. Today was a good day. And I couldn’t wait to find out what tomorrow would hold.
Ruby and Bee’s adventures will continue in book 8 of A Bite-Sized Bakery Cozy Mystery Series, Macarons and Murder, coming in April! Turn the page for an exclusive offer.
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