A Spirited Gift mpm-3

by Joyce Lavene

  “Yes it is.” I could have pretended that he was talking about the storm, but what was the point? Better to get it over with. “I hope we can clear it up quickly and put it behind us.”

  “I hope so too. You know, I don’t have any choice but to point out how much civil unrest there has been during your term as mayor when I write my blog this week. The people expect the truth.”

  I groaned inwardly but kept my cheerful mayor’s smile on my face. Mad Dog’s blog—Duck Notes—had become infamous since he announced his decision to run for mayor. He sent email alerts to everyone in town—and a few media people too—whenever he posted an update. Mostly the media ignored him, but I had heard people in town talking about the blog.

  “You have to do what you think is right,” I told him. “But I’m wondering how much it will hurt the town to publicize the murder. This could stay quiet, Councilman, at least for now. I know you want to use this tragedy in the campaign, but it could end up hurting you too.”

  He smiled in a sad, avuncular way. “Dae, it has never been my intention to hurt you in any way by the things I’ve said and done. I’ve known you since you were a baby. You’ve grown into a wonderful, caring young woman. I’m proud that you were the first mayor of Duck. I just think we need some new blood in the position—a firmer, perhaps masculine, hand on the reins.”

  This was Mad Dog at his worst—pretending we were friends, almost relations. All the time he was talking, I knew he didn’t mean a word of it. He’d spoken out several times after my election, once demanding that the town take another vote. The problem was that no one had run against me, not even him. He was busy running for town council at the time.

  “I appreciate that,” I said, playing the game. “But please consider that your words could cause more headaches than they’d be worth to you. I know we both want what’s best for Duck. Nice talking with you.”

  “Going to see your boyfriend?” He baited me even as I walked away from him. “Mr. Brickman could be a liability to your campaign, you know. There are many people here in Duck who might not like the idea of their mayor prancing around town with her boyfriend.”

  I ignored him. I knew from the past that we could argue all day and never reach any kind of agreement. There was no point in wasting my time with him. He was going to do whatever he wanted anyway.

  I started around the side of the Blue Whale, careful to be observant as I went. I was looking for anything out of the ordinary—something that not even the most experienced police officer would think was a clue—something that would call only to me.

  Of course there were countless footprints and the track from the stretcher they’d used to take Sandi away. Kevin was right about the scene being compromised. I still wanted to give it another look.

  Shawn Foxx apparently had the same idea. He looked up as I walked closer. “Is this where she died?”

  “Yes. Maybe. I’m not really sure.”

  “But this is where you found her?”

  “Yes.” I could answer that at least. I felt terrible for him, but I didn’t know what to say that might give him closure. “I’m sorry I don’t know more.”

  He stood up and looked out at the sea. “I always knew something like this would happen to her. I begged her not to keep meeting those other men on the side. What did she think would happen?”

  “I don’t know. Would you like to go inside and sit down?”

  “No.” He glared at me and clenched his fists. “How could she do this to me and the girls? Why didn’t she ever think about them?”

  I certainly didn’t have an answer to that question. I’d asked it many times myself. I didn’t understand the attraction of infidelity, but I never thought Sandi would end up dead because of it. “The police will find out who did this, Shawn. You just need to take care of yourself and the girls.”

  “You know what, Dae? It doesn’t matter. I don’t even care anymore.”

  I watched him stride around the side of the inn.

  Rafe appeared—who could stop him? He was furious about the things Mad Dog had said to me. “I can’t believe ye let that scurvy dog speak to you in that tone—and you the Lord High Mayor of this town!”

  I couldn’t complain. He’d kept to the rules about leaving me alone when I was with other people. “That doesn’t mean all that much anymore,” I told him. “I guess it meant something in your day?”

  “A man like that would be clapped in irons,” he replied. “Depending on the mercy of the mayor, he could find himself flogged too.”

  I smiled, concentrating on the area around the shed. “We don’t do much flogging nowadays.”

  “More’s the pity from what I’ve seen!”

  “You were in the shop when Kevin told me about Sandi being murdered.”

  “Aye. That doesn’t break our treaty, girl. You said not to speak to you—I did not speak.”

  “I think I said not to hang around,” I corrected.

  “A pleasant thing to say to a man whose corpse still bears marks from the hangman’s noose!”

  I refused to feel guilty for the gaffe. “How did you know that Sandi was murdered? I mean before Kevin told us. Is that a ghost thing?”

  “I don’t know what ye mean by ‘a ghost thing,’” he said. “Unless you’re speaking of common deduction. I heard all the same things you heard. It was simple to conclude she met up with foul play. Did you really think she was just standing out here and let the storm kill her?”

  “Not everything is that cut and dry,” I explained, feeling kind of stupid. I reasoned that he probably had more experience with murder than I did. And I wanted to believe that she’d died accidentally.

  “If you say so. What are you looking for out here?”

  “A clue—something that will help tell us who killed Sandi.”

  “Such as what?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll know it when I see it.”

  I tried to concentrate, but instead, I looked at Rafe. He stood beside me with his fists on his wide hips—large, booted feet never touching the wet ground. He had a perpetual scowl. Deep frown lines ran between his eyes in his darkly tanned skin. His lips pulled down at the corners—they would forever. Various scars across his cheek, near his eye, and a long one near his ear, gave the impression that he was not a friendly man. Curiously, there was no sign of the noose, as he’d said.

  “What happened when you were caught and hanged?” I asked, trying to cut to the heart of his problem. I didn’t need a ghost in my life any longer than necessary.

  “Caught?” He laughed in an egotistical manner. “I was never caught, girl. I gave up the pirate life for a comely young lass who proceeded to bear babes every time we scratched that itch. I made some deals, tried to become an honest merchant. But the magistrate kept at my heels like a rabid spaniel. He wouldn’t rest until he had me in the noose. Finally he made up a crime and convicted me of it. The result of which ye see before you—a murdered man.”

  I didn’t mention that he’d lived more than three hundred years ago and would have been dead by now, no matter what. “How do you think I can clear your name at this late date?”

  “The magistrate kept a journal. I have it on good account that he wrote all of his crimes in it. If we were to find it, my name would be cleared.”

  “Can you ask him where it is?” I wasn’t sure where to look for something like that. I’d never heard of a magistrate in this area. “He must be dead too.”

  “No doubt. But we aren’t all out here bobbing around like sailors after a wreck. I found you because you called. Yer friend was right—blood is the only thing that can call a spirit. You’ll have to find an ancestor of the magistrate and ask about his journal.”

  “That sounds easy,” I muttered, looking carefully through the pieces of wood hastily thrown aside as we’d tried to pull Sandi from the wreckage. “You should be out of my life in about ten years.”

  Chapter 20

  I moved everything—even ripped my hand open on a nail. I
crawled along the ground. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

  I sat on the wet ground for a while, looking out at the now placid gray ocean. I let my mind wander along those gentle waves, but no brilliant revelations came to me. In a way, it was too bad that I couldn’t communicate with Sandi’s ghost. She could tell me what had happened. That would be easy.

  My ghost told me stories about plundering rich merchant ships, drinking and spending time with prostitutes. Hardly conducive to helping with my search for a clue.

  The wind was still running wild along the island. Nancy was right. The storm seemed to have brought in the cooler fall temperatures. I shivered, wet and dirty, deciding to go home. There was nothing else I could do here.

  Rafe went with me like a friendly puppy—a puppy wearing pistols and a saber—still talking about his pirate exploits. He might have settled down at the end of his life, but it was obvious which life he preferred.

  I kept hoping I’d run into someone coming out of the Blue Whale or walking up the street. No such luck. I didn’t want to violate our agreement—especially since I was going home to shower and change clothes. I wanted him gone for those events. I could imagine him comparing me to his pirate girlfriends. I didn’t think it would matter that we were related.

  There was traffic on Duck Road, but it was slow even for this point after the season. Several people waved and yelled their greetings to me, but none of them walked over to save me from Rafe.

  I noticed someone near the Duck Shoppes trash bin. It was in a sheltered area to the side of the ground floor. The out-of-the-way location was supposed to keep the area hidden from tourists and other visitors. We had some problems with people sleeping here, mostly over the summer. Tourists would come to Duck without making a reservation, expecting they’d be able to find a hotel room. As a result, some of them ended up on the street.

  But there were also hardship cases—people who lost their money and credit cards, whose cars broke down or had other misfortunes. They needed help to get back home, maybe a few dollars or a place to stay for the night.

  I walked over to the trash bin and peeked behind it, ready to smile and offer whatever help I could. The man I’d seen from the street looked up, fear in his familiar face.

  “Danny?”

  “Dae?” he said, surprised and clearly uncomfortable. “What are you doing here?”

  I could have asked him the same thing, but his purpose was obvious. “You don’t have any place to stay.”

  He shrugged. “My house is flooded. The bar is closed for repairs. I don’t even have the van to sleep in, you know?”

  “No friends—relatives?”

  “Not anymore. Not for a long time.” He grinned. “You give up drinking and your old life and all your friends are like rats getting off the sinking ship. I’ve never had family out here. They’re all in Virginia. I left Duck after your mother and I broke up, came back just a couple of years ago. I didn’t have a reason to stay in Virginia anymore.”

  I felt sorry for him. But I couldn’t offer him the spare room in our house as I would another Duck resident. If Gramps even knew we were speaking, he’d hit the roof.

  “Come with me,” I said. “You can stay in the shop until the house, bar or van is fixed. It’s not much, but it’s dry and warm. Do you need money for food or clothes?”

  He dug his hands into his dirty jeans. “I can’t take that kind of help from you. You don’t know me. You don’t know if you can trust me.”

  “Maybe not. But I have an instinct about these things. It’s never let me down.”

  I refused to think about that niggling doubt—he’d taken the makeup case from the counter. I couldn’t live that way. Besides, he was my father. If I didn’t help him when he needed it, who could I help?

  “Yeah, well, your instinct isn’t so good, Dae.” He took his hand out of his pocket and in it was the gold makeup case. “I’m sorry. I won’t make excuses about being desperate. Old habits die hard.”

  I took it from him with a smile. “You were desperate. I can’t even imagine not having anyone I could depend on. Besides, you gave it back to me.”

  “It won’t happen again,” he promised. “I was thinking how I could give it back to you without you knowing about it. This is it for me. I have a different life now.”

  “A different life is good,” I told him. “But if you need money, I’d rather give it to you upfront.”

  “I could use a few bucks,” he admitted. “The owner of the Sailor’s Dream evacuated before the storm with my paycheck. I’m broke, and I haven’t eaten since I got out of the hospital.”

  I fished forty dollars out of my purse and put the gold makeup case in its place. “I’d invite you home—”

  “But Sheriff O’Donnell has a long memory?” He shook his head. “You don’t have to tell me about it. That’s why your mom and I broke up, you know, all those years ago. He found out who I was and told me I wasn’t good enough for Jean. He threatened to put me in jail—make my life hell. I laughed at him. My life had been one long hell until I met your mother. But I guess he got to Jean. I never saw her again.”

  I was surprised by the story but didn’t let on. Maybe it was the truth—or at least his version of it. Gramps hadn’t said anything like that to me. He’d said Danny kicked my mother out after learning she was pregnant with me.

  And while Gramps had lied to me my whole life about my father being dead, I couldn’t completely distrust him either. I didn’t know Danny well, but he’d obviously had a troubled life. I didn’t want to start making him a hero when he obviously wasn’t.

  But I was interested to know which way the truth lay on this path.

  “Come on. Let’s get you settled into Missing Pieces,” I said after handing over the forty dollars. “There’s another curfew tonight. I don’t think either one of us wants to be out after dark.”

  We walked up the stairs to the shops on the boardwalk in the evening stillness. He turned to me before we got to Missing Pieces. “Why are you doing all this, Dae? I know you’re the mayor and everything, but I don’t see you out rescuing every lost soul in Duck. Why me?”

  I smiled as I opened the door to the shop. “I try to help as many souls as I can every day.” Literally—since there’s a pirate ghost standing at my shoulder, no doubt. “I think that’s part of my job as mayor. There aren’t a lot of people in Duck. We have to stick together.”

  He smiled and put his arms around me. “You’re so much like your mother. She wanted to save the world too. I’m sorry she’s dead. I always thought I’d see her one more time.”

  I felt tears welling in my eyes and blinked them back before they could roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry she’s not here too.” I changed the subject to something less emotional, pointing out the hot plate—if the power came back on during the night—the Sterno if it didn’t. I showed him where the extra key was over the door and where to find the spare blanket and pillow. I always kept one in back in case I decided to spend the night.

  “That should do it,” I said, fastening a smile on my face and holding on to it despite the dangerous emotional undertow this man represented for me. “If you need to get in touch with me, here’s my cell phone number.”

  “I’d say thank you, but it wouldn’t really cover it. I’ve never met anyone like you and your mother, who always see the best in everyone. I hope I can do something for you sometime when you need it.”

  Again, I was ready to cry. I hugged him, then got out of there before I started blubbering and told him I was his daughter. It wasn’t the right time yet. I didn’t know when the right time would be, but it wasn’t now.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he called out the door while I ran down the boardwalk as if Davy Jones himself were after me.

  As I was running down the stairs into the parking lot, Rafe joined me again. “What a sniveling worm of a man that is! I can’t believe ye let him stay in your shop knowing the blackguard stole from you! What kind of man does that?�
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  “You’re a pirate. Or at least you were. Figure it out.” Once I reached Duck Road, I slowed my frantic pace. It was getting dark, but I figured Tim could stop me and tell me the curfew was in force if he wanted to. I wasn’t running all the way home. I needed a little time to take a few deep breaths and think about what Danny had said about him and my mother.

  “Aye, at least I never pretended to be anything else,” Rafe continued. “That boyo is just waiting for the right moment to steal you blind. I can’t believe any relation of mine would be fooled by all that mucky sentiment.”

  “And maybe you’re not as smart as you think,” I yelled back at him. “That man is my father.”

  “Maybe so—but don’t trust him. He’s a scallywag, mark my words.”

  I kept walking down the deserted road. There were no streetlights, no lights from stores or houses. Only the glow of candles and lanterns, from living room and kitchen windows, showed anything was out in the dark at all.

  “Have you given any thought to who the ancestor of the magistrate could be?” he asked before we reached the house.

  “I’ve been a little busy,” I replied. “And it’s going to take some research. Have you given any thought to who killed Sandi Foxx?”

  He grunted at me and scratched his head. “Keeping up with you has been a job, girl. I haven’t worked so hard since I started my career at sea as a boson’s mate.”

  “Then I guess we both have work to do.”

  Chapter 21

  I went inside where Gramps was waiting with supper at the candlelit table in the kitchen. “I’ve been wondering where you were,” he said, serving up stew that had been in the freezer. “There’s a curfew, you know. The mayor isn’t above the law and needs to set an example.”

  “I know.”

  “You’ve been at Missing Pieces, haven’t you? You always lose track of time when you’re there.”

  “Yep.” I wished I could say more. It was a strain holding back the things I really wanted to ask him. But I needed time to sort through everything and figure out what to say to him.