by Jana DeLeon
She’d contacted the family and offered to kill Ted in exchange for the information he had and for the price on her head to be lifted. When everything had blown over, Paulette thought she was going back to New Jersey and finding another man to support her, which was supported in part by the conversation I’d overheard in the General Store between Tony and Paulette. Based on the conversation I heard between Tony and Ritchie, I had no doubt the boss never intended for her to make it out of Louisiana alive.
Ritchie said Paulette figured the election was the perfect backdrop for the murder, but she’d seriously miscalculated the relevance of small-town politics. Election murders in New York or New Jersey might happen, but it was far less likely for someone in Sinful to murder over a mayor’s seat that paid practically nothing and didn’t come with kickbacks. She’d stolen the poison from Gertie’s shed and doctored a glass of milk she took Ted before bed. She’d added the poison to the cough syrup afterward.
Thinking back to Walter’s comments about Ted’s bad luck with his truck and boat, it made me wonder if it wasn’t so much bad luck but two early—and unsuccessful—attempts by Paulette to make his death look like an accident. If so, that was one secret Paulette was taking to the grave.
The prosecutor, being a smart man, had dropped everything against Ida Belle and was pursuing Ritchie with a conviction that was darn near frightening. The three of us had done some deliberating and finally decided to destroy the photos I’d taken from Ted’s house. Ida Belle promised to feed Carter seemingly random gossip on the illegal activities we’d seen captured on film, but we saw no reason to unleash a whole other shitstorm on ourselves by coughing up the photos.
“Did Carter question you again?” Gertie asked me.
“Yeah, but Bobby covered everything pretty well. I just stuck to my story about getting caught spying and huddling in the pantry.”
Ida Belle laughed. “I can’t even make the stretch to imagine you as a huddled, shivering mass.”
“It wasn’t the easiest thing to pull off,” I agreed, “but with Bobby being FBI and him and Carter knowing each other all their lives, I don’t think he picked as hard as he would have someone he didn’t know.”
Ida Belle nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”
“He gave me a butt-chewing of biblical proportion, though. I’m still smarting from it.”
“He cares about you,” Gertie said, “and from where Carter sits, it was the dumbest thing in the world for you to do.”
Librarians have no business trying to apprehend dangerous criminals! What part of “call the police” do you refuse to understand?
The words Carter was sure to say echoed through my mind and I sighed. That was it—the bottom line. As far as Carter was concerned, I was a harmless civilian making stupid choices to help a friend. It was somewhat hurtful and insulting to be considered harmless or stupid, but I didn’t really have a choice.
And there were worse things.
“Uh-oh.”
I heard Carter’s voice and looked up to see him rounding the corner of the house.
“When the three of you are together,” he said, “it always seems to be cause for worry.”
“The only crime here,” Gertie said, giving her tea a wistful glance, “is that these glasses contain no alcohol.”
Ida Belle and I laughed, but we’d already had a round the night before of Gertie on painkillers and drinking. Until further notice, we were limiting her to one option or the other.
“I think it’s about time to head home for your nap, Gertie.” Ida Belle rose from her chair to help Gertie up. She’d insisted Gertie stay with her until she could get around better, and I could only imagine the bitching Ida Belle had endured.
“I don’t need a nap,” Gertie complained.
“Yes, you do,” Ida Belle said, giving her a pointed look. “You need to get that foot above your head and you can’t do that sitting in a chair. It won’t kill you to sleep a little, and if you don’t mind, I’m going to do the same.”
Gertie studied Ida Belle for a moment, then glanced at Carter and me and her eyes widened just a bit. “Fine. I’ll sleep. But I’m not listening to that relaxation music you played yesterday. That crap makes me want to scream. Put on some George Strait and stop trying to be fancy.”
Ida Belle helped Gertie to her feet and grinned. “George Strait it is. I’ll give you a call later, Fortune.”
As they went inside the house, I motioned to Ida Belle’s vacated chair. “Have a seat. Do you want some iced tea?”
Carter took a seat. “Is it sweet tea?”
“Is there any other kind in Sinful?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I’d love a glass.”
I headed into the kitchen to pour a big glass of sweet tea and refill the cookie plate. I sat both of them on the tiny table in between our chairs. As he reached for a cookie, I put my hand over them to block him.
“Are you going to yell at me again?” I asked. “Because if you are, you can’t have a cookie.”
He cringed. “Considering I’ve already seen the offering, that’s pretty harsh.”
“Yes.”
He studied me for a couple of seconds then smiled. “No, I’m not going to yell at you again. I probably shouldn’t have in the first place, but when I think about what could have happened…”
I nodded and removed my hand from the cookies. Even though I had an edge so much bigger than what Carter could ever imagine, the situation could have gone down completely different than it did. Training and intelligence couldn’t buy your way out of everything. The bottom line was, sometimes you also had to get lucky.
And I’d gotten very lucky.
“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” I asked as he picked up a cookie.
“I wasn’t mad, really…okay, I was mad.” He frowned for a couple of seconds and stared across the backyard, then he looked back at me. “The thing that aggravates me the most is that even though I think it was the dumbest thing in the world, I respect you for trying to help your friend.”
I stared at him. His statement had been so unexpected, I wasn’t sure how to respond.
“However, in the future,” he continued, “I would prefer that you leave the bad guys to law enforcement. You’re supposed to be here settling your aunt’s estate, not figuring out a way to follow her to the grave.”
I smiled. “I will do my best to stay out of law enforcement business.”
“Your best, huh? That’s all you’re going to give me?”
“Anything more would require me ending my friendship with Ida Belle and Gertie or potentially being a liar.”
He laughed. “Fair enough.”
He took a bite of the cookie and settled back in his chair. I felt silly that I had an edgy feeling, sitting there with him, but with everything that had happened, it was almost an automatic reaction.
“So did you need anything in particular?” I finally asked, figuring I may as well get the real reason for his visit out in the open.
He looked over at me and raised one eyebrow. “Do I have to need something in particular to have iced tea and cookies with a friend? You did say we’re friends, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah, we’re friends. And no, you don’t need a reason to be here. It’s just that you usually have one other than relaxing.”
He put his cookie down on the table. “You caught me. I have another reason.”
I felt my pulse tick up a notch. Had he looked into me despite Bobby’s story? Had he figured out we knew about Ted’s true identity and hadn’t told him?
“If you’re not busy Friday night,” he said. “I’d like to take you to dinner.”
My heart began to pound and I stopped breathing.
No!
Logic screamed at me to avoid any further pursuit into the personal, but my mouth had ideas of its own.
“Okay,” I said, then immediately began cursing myself for my lapse in judgment.
“Great,” he said and rose from the chair. “I�
�ll give you a call tomorrow to let you know the particulars.”
I nodded as he headed down the porch steps and started across the lawn.
“Carter?”
He stopped and turned around to look at me. “Yeah?”
“This is a friends kind of dinner, right?”
“If you say so.” And with a wink, he rounded the corner of the house and slipped out of sight.
The End
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