“Goodness, what an awful way to treat a customer.” Holly’s indignation rose in sympathy. “Don’t they know that’s the kind of thing it takes months to organize?”
“That’s what I tried to tell them,” Wendy exclaimed. “When Sheila told me what they’d told her, I called them straight back up and demanded an answer. They treated it like it was a joke. Like I was a joke.”
“That kind of behavior is deplorable. Don’t you worry,” Holly said, “Crystal and I will get you and your daughter sorted out, as right as rain. All we’ll need is a date and the number of guests attending, and we’ll take care of the rest of it. I can’t believe that a business in this day and age would treat someone so shabbily.”
“Do you think so?” Wendy asked, looking from Holly to Meggie for confirmation. When they both agreed, she nodded. “I thought so, too. I just wasn’t sure if that was me being silly or not. Poor Sheila was quite heartbroken. Her Derek gave up drinking for the wedding and all.”
“Derek Masters?” Holly asked, surprised. “Your daughter is marrying Derek Masters?”
“Why?” Wendy’s back immediately went up. “What of it? Isn’t she good enough for him or something?”
“No,” Holly said, then backpedaled. “I mean, no, that’s not the reason. I was just surprised, that’s all. Derek seems very young.”
“He’s the same age as my Sheila,” Wendy said. “We’re not a family that likes to wait around to get married. No use wasting the best years of your life, trying to find someone better than the ones you already love.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound judgmental.” Holly reached for her coffee, finding the cup had gone cold but swallowing it anyway. “I’m happy to make a cupcake arrangement for your daughter’s wedding, no matter who she’s marrying. Is Mr. Masters paying for the event, then?”
“That man.” Wendy sniffed. “He’s got so much money it falls out in a trail behind him when he walks. Soon as we ask for him to contribute—just half, mind you, we weren't greedy—he turns up his nose and says that he can’t stop his son from making foolish mistakes, but that doesn’t mean he has to pay for them.”
“Every time I hear something more about that man, I like him less,” Holly said. “I know it’s wrong to speak ill of him when he’s fighting for his life, but I’m delighted that he’s not wandering around poking his nose in our business here!”
“Hear, hear,” Meggie said, raising her cold coffee. “To Brian Masters staying out of our business!”
They clinked their cups together and drank, even though Holly had to make a face at the taste. “Do you want me to fetch you a fresh one?” she asked Meggie, who shook her head.
“I should really be getting back to the salon.” She began to stand then paused, halfway out of her seat. “Say, does Sheila need someone to do her hair and makeup for the big day? I can offer my services for half-price if you’re interested. Less, if she’s got a few bridesmaids that need doing as well. I’m sure that I can sneak that one past my accountant.”
“Are you with Humphrey?” Holly asked. When Meggie nodded and asked why, Holly shrugged. “I don’t know. Just wondering.”
“Anyway,” Meggie said, turning back to Wendy, “I can travel out to your house on the big day. Saves you having to travel in and out of town.”
“You know,” Wendy said as she walked out the door, arm in arm with Meggie. “My friends warned me last week to never buy anything from your bakery. I don’t know why. It’s lovely in here, and your cakes taste divine.”
Holly still retained her stunned expression when Crystal came back from her deliveries.
Soon, the mid-afternoon rush began in earnest and Holly didn’t have a chance to speak more than two words to Crystal until they were closing the shop.
“Did you know that Derek is getting married?”
Crystal raised her eyebrows in surprise, but not at the news. “How on earth did you find that out?”
“His future mother-in-law was in here earlier, ordering a wedding cake.”
“I hope you told her no. The money might be good for those, but there’s no way we could bake them in our ovens.”
“I told her yes, actually. Meggie suggested that her daughter have a cupcake stack instead of one single cake and Wendy seemed pretty wrapped with the whole idea.”
The look Crystal gave her was indecipherable, so Holly just carried on outlining the plan. “I’m going to pay a visit to the hotel and see if we can borrow their multi-level stand for the occasion.”
“Good luck with that,” Crystal said. Her voice was snippy, but a few yards further down the street, she sighed. “I’m sorry. This whole marriage thing seems completely mad to me, but I shouldn’t take that out on you, or Wendy.”
“I was quite surprised, too. They're both so young.”
“I suppose that’s just a matter of perspective, though. Remember that Mom was only eighteen when Dad proposed to her.”
Holly opened her mouth to point out how much time had elapsed since then but closed it again without saying anything. Sure, it was a generation back—two, for people Derek’s age—but that wasn’t an extended period when she thought about it. Not much longer than Holly’s life and she still felt young.
They turned the corner into their street and Crystal faltered to a stop. Sergeant Matthewson was standing by their front gate, waiting for them. Her hand reached out for Holly’s, grasping blindly for it while her eyes stayed fixed on their unwanted visitor.
“He might be coming about my accident,” Holly reassured her sister. There’d been little progress, though she knew that the police would be pulling out all the stops to track down the person responsible for injuring one of their own.
As they drew closer, both sisters knew that wasn’t the case. Matthewson’s face was drawn and weary, he looked like ten years had been added to his age. Not once did his eyes move away from Crystal.
“Miss Waterston?”
Crystal nodded and stepped ahead of Holly. “Yes?”
“I’m here to arrest you for the attempted murder of Brian Masters. You are not required to say anything, but anything you do say may be taken down as evidence and used against you in a court of law.”
Chapter Eighteen
Holly stood back in shock as Sergeant Matthewson put her sister in cuffs and seated her in the back of his car.
“You can’t be serious,” she called out when her paralysis broke. Holly stepped close to the car, tugging on Matthewson’s arm.
His expression when he turned around was grim. There would be no more calling him Andy or light jokes to alleviate the worry. Whatever had happened to make up his mind, Matthewson believed with certainty that her sister was an attempted murderer.
“Can I come and visit?” Holly called out as the sergeant slammed the door and started the car.
“I can’t stop you coming down to the station,” Matthewson said. “But you’ll be in for a long wait. Crystal is not going anywhere tonight, and tomorrow she’ll be going up to Christchurch and appearing before the court.”
Holly’s heart sank. She pressed a hand against the back door and peered in at Crystal. Her sister’s face was stunned, blank with shock. Her cuffed wrists stuck awkwardly out the side, caught behind her back.
Before Holly could offer a word of solace, the car pulled away from the curb to make the short journey to the police station. Filled with fear, Holly immediately walked the same path by foot.
“Wait there,” Matthewson barked when Holly came through the door. He pointed at a hard, wooden seat by the entrance. “PC Raggorn, man the desk. I’m going to process our suspect.”
Dale offered Holly a tight smile. He looked worried also, but after a moment Holly realized that his concern was for her.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did you get some new evidence?”
“I can’t discuss an ongoing investigation,” Dale said, shaking his head. His eyes creased with pity. “I can say that we’re not looking for anyone else i
n connection with the assault on Mr. Masters.”
“The assault?” Holly was taken aback by the wording choice. “The man ate a cupcake, that’s all.”
“A cupcake that had been designed to kill him. Or, at the very least, cause him serious harm.”
He disengaged from her, Dale’s focus turning solely to the computer. While he typed, his eyes danced her way, then shot right back. Holly sighed as she understood that he was deliberately avoiding talking to her.
“What’s happening about the assault on me?” she demanded. “Surely, none of you think that Crystal had anything to do with that?”
“We’re following up some leads,” Dale said, but wouldn’t be drawn any further. With a frustrated sigh, Holly pulled her phone out of her pocket to play a game. This would be a long wait.
But the temptations of card games or Candy Crush couldn’t entertain her. They weren’t intriguing enough to hold her interest past the emotional turmoil running through her mind.
After the accident, Holly hadn’t given much thought to the terrible incident with Brian Masters. With Crystal off the hook, she’d been more concerned with how to sneak out of the rest period the hospital had ordered her to take.
Now, they were back at square one. Crystal was once again the prime suspect. Only this time, it seemed that the police weren’t interested in anybody else.
Perhaps Holly had been fooling herself. The evidence had been pointing at her sister so clearly that they might never have entertained the thought of another culprit.
Dale walked back to his desk. Sorry, not Dale. He’d definitely reverted to being PC Raggorn. He flicked on the computer there and the screen filled with a card game, halfway through.
The cards.
Holly pulled out her phone again and flipped through the photo gallery to find the pictures she’d taken of Brian Masters’ notebook. The funny scribbles that she’d deciphered into suits of cards had other symbols around them. An hour spent figuring those out would pass more quickly than matching and dispatching fruit.
When Holly worked out the first group of symbols, she made an “Oh” sound so triumphant that PC Raggorn looked over at her from his desk. As soon as she returned his gaze, his eyes went back to his computer screen, and his fingers resumed their tap, tap, tap on the keyboard.
To think that she’d enjoyed his company for half a day! Holly didn’t need someone of such changeable moods in her life. Thank goodness she hadn’t pursued anything further.
Not that anything had been on offer, she conceded. At least not outside of idle thinking.
The letters she’d decoded were in Roman numerals but pasted together with a K rather than being written out in full. So IK meant a thousand instead of using M.
Either Mr. Masters had been trying to hide the essence of what he’d scribbled, or he had fallen asleep during that period in math class.
The figures went next to the hands, four to a page. They could be wins or losses or something else entirely. Holly settled down after her small victory and studied the pictures for another pattern.
“Mrs. Waterston?”
Holly had become so wrapped up in her endeavor that she hadn’t noticed the sergeant coming back into the room.
“Yes?” she said, standing.
“You can visit Crystal now if you like. I’ll cap it at ten minutes, so if you need to ask anything important, ask it quick. Okay?”
There wouldn’t be another option on offer, so Holly gratefully acceded. She followed Matthewson through a door out to the back. Expecting to see her sister in a room, Holly was shocked to find her locked in a cell.
Her startled gaze prompted the sergeant to say, “Your sister is being held on suspicion of attempted murder. It’s a serious charge.”
Holly nodded in understanding, though her heart broke to see how small and defeated Crystal looked behind bars.
Matthewson exited the corridor, leaving Holly standing there gripping the bars.
“Are you okay?” she asked. A foolish question. Apparently, Crystal was not.
Slowly, her sister rose up from the rectangular seat and walked to the bars. For a few minutes, Crystal and Holly leaned their heads together and intertwined their fingers through gaps in the cold metal.
“What am I going to do?” Crystal whispered, breaking the silence. “They’re charging me with attempted murder. If Brian Masters dies, then they’ll lock me up in prison for life.”
“No, they won’t!” Holly banged the flat of her palm against the bars. “Someone else is responsible for this crime, and I’m going to find out who.”
The words Holly spoke were loud and confident, while inside she was in as much despair as Crystal appeared to be. This wasn’t the time to share that emotion, though. Now, she had to stand up and be strong for the both of them.
“Somebody told the police that I used heroin. Now they’re looking at me like I was a strung-out addict, siphoning funds away from the bakery to pay for a fix.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Holly said, indignation making her voice shake. “All it will take is a hair follicle test to show you’re clean. They’ll have to change their tune then.”
“It won’t matter,” Crystal cried out. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, turning to streaks of silver in the cold fluorescent light. “Once they’ve put me in that box in their minds, nobody’s going to change their opinion. You should have seen the way the sergeant looked at me when he asked about it. No matter what I said, he wrote me off as guilty.”
“Who would even tell him something like that?” Holly demanded. “Until last week, even I didn’t know.”
Crystal shook her head. “The only person I ever told was Derek. As far as I know, he only told his dad.”
“I’m sure that Derek wouldn’t tell them.”
“I’m not,” Crystal said, sadness overwhelming her voice so that it emerged as a whisper. “He probably believes that I killed his dad.”
“No, he doesn’t. He told me that he didn’t think you had anything to do with it at all.”
As Holly said the words, she thought of Derek’s face as he stood in the lounge of his home. Sitting alone for hours, staring at the liquor cabinet on the wall.
No. Holly didn’t believe for a moment that Derek thought Crystal had done it. Instead, another option crept into her mind.
When she got home, the first thing Holly would do is give Derek a call.
Chapter Nineteen
“Did you tell the police that Crystal used heroin?”
Holly had tried to think of fancy ways to tiptoe around the subject, but she was too angry for any finesse.
“What? No! I haven’t talked to the police at all since the first day!”
“I find that hard to believe,” Holly said. She didn’t want to aim a baseless accusation at him, but with no other possibilities for the culprit, she also didn’t want to let him slink away. “The only person she ever told that story to was you. I’m her sister, and I only knew about it because your dad let loose with it outside our house, that day. Who else did you tell, if you didn’t tell the police?”
“Nobody.” Derek’s breath altered to quick pants, he was obviously distressed. “The only person I ever repeated that to was Dad, and that was when I tried to make him see that Crystal knew what I’d been through.”
Derek broke off for a second, sounding like he covered the phone with his hand. When he came back on the line, Holly could tell that he’d been crying. “I swear on my life, that’s the only time I shared her story. After the mess I made of that, I’d never have told anyone else.”
Everything in his voice screamed at Holly that Derek was telling the truth. But believing him left her with nowhere to go.
“How could someone know that, then? Who would go to the police with something that mean?”
“Maybe Crystal had told that story before,” Derek suggested. His voice was hesitant, as though expecting at any moment that Holly would attack again. “She’s been in recovery a long
time, and when you start to offer up the shameful parts of your life, sometimes it’s hard to keep track.”
Holly accepted the answer. She didn’t really believe it, but since it wasn’t Derek’s fault, she couldn’t heap a dismissal of his suggestion on top of her accusations.
“Perhaps you’re right. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
Derek sounded calmer when he answered, “That’s okay. If I thought you’d told on Crystal to someone, I’d have been yelling at you, too!”
After saying goodbye and hanging up the phone, Holly ran a hand through her hair. It felt like tangled threads were lying about every place. Each time she grabbed hold of one to follow it to the logical end, it instead led to another messy knot. No amount of unpicking had yet worked. Holly began to despair that she’d ever find the picture hiding behind that pattern.
Patterns!
She pulled out her phone again, looking at the notebook photos. A lot of the pictures cut off on one side or another. Perhaps there was something in the margins that explained the system better. Something that she couldn’t see.
Mittens would need feeding soon, anyway. Would it really hurt anybody if Holly took another look at the original? Remembering the lights going out earlier, she grabbed a flashlight from under the sink and walked out the door.
Due to her late arrival, Mittens was once again ecstatic to see her. Holly had designated his care to Crystal for the night she’d been in the hospital.
Given her sister’s faint animosity to all felines, Holly had been glad to pick up the task again as soon as she could get out of bed.
Now the cat wound through her legs. The figure eight was easy to predict once Holly grew accustomed to it, and she no longer felt in danger of tripping. Food down, she ceased to exist to the small cat and took the chance to walk upstairs.
The lights were on, thank goodness. Even with a flashlight, it wasn’t a situation Holly relished. Just walking around the stranger's house, knowing she was going places that its owner wouldn’t want her to, was bad enough.
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