SCREWED DOWN MURDER (Mrs. Fix It Mysteries Book 2) Page 4

  That would explain why Dean wasn’t excited about getting the contract last night. He was worried about his lover.

  This man had to figure out how to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t married. He had a bad track record.

  He frowned, looking as if he’d lost his best friend. “She won’t let me. She says she’ll deny everything if I talk to the cops.”

  That must be killing him. A man always wanted to protect his lover. It was in their DNA. Had Greg felt that way about her?

  “Why? Why is she being so stubborn?”

  “Because she is afraid there will be backlash against my business if people find out that I’ve been having an affair with the mayor’s wife.”

  Jessica had a point. It might reflect badly if people knew about them. She wanted him to succeed almost as much as Jessica did.

  “Do it without her knowledge,” Kate said.

  “I love her, Kate. I really do. Now that Dudley’s gone, we can be together, but she’s afraid of what people will think. She’s had to be this pillar of the community for so long. She doesn’t realize that now she is out of the spotlight.”

  Everyone would watch her for some time, but then people would realize that she wasn’t the mayor’s wife anymore. She would no longer be scrutinized. Kate would never have enjoyed such a life.

  “Maybe I can convince her. Or maybe I can drop the right hints to the right people. If you’re asked questions, you have to answer them honestly.”

  His face lit up. “That’s right. If I’m talking to cops, I don’t want to lie.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “You’d do that for me?”

  “Of course. I promised Jessica I’d help. First item is to get her out of jail,” Kate said.

  Dean reached across the table then squeezed her hand. “I’d really appreciate that. You have an in with Scott, I know.”

  “I do?”

  “Sure. Aren’t you two an item?”

  Had she and Scott been spending that much time together? “We aren’t an item.”

  “Oh, sorry. I just assumed. I’ve seen you have lunch with him.”

  She frowned. “My husband is missing, and he’s helping me find him.”

  “I see. I guess I misread what I saw. Sorry.”

  Kate shrugged. “Not a problem.”

  But it was a problem. She didn’t want anyone in town thinking that she was dating Scott. Why hadn’t anyone else said anything?

  “If it’s any consolation, Jessica was happy to see you with Scott.”

  “Except that I’m not with Scott.”

  “She did mention your husband. Can’t you declare him legally dead or something?”

  “I can’t petition the court until seven years have passed. It’s only been five.”

  “That bites.”

  Yes, it did. Lately she’d been wanting to get on with her life. Maybe Scott being in town had made her feel that way. Until he arrived, she’d been content to wait out the time until she could declare Greg dead. A double-edged sword. The man who is making her want to end her celibacy is the man who might actually make it happen.

  “I guess it does. I have a small job this morning then I am free to talk to Scott. You can expect either him or Ken to talk to you today.”

  “Are you sure you can convince them that they need to talk to me?”

  “I can be pretty persuasive.”

  She finished the last of her muffin and her coffee.

  “What do you have today?”

  “I have to change some lightbulbs high up at the florist. She’s afraid of heights, and I have the big ladder.”

  “You do a little bit of everything.”

  “I do. Makes my job more interesting. A jane of all trades.”

  “Right. I bet your business it almost recession-proof,” Dean said.

  “Just about. People are either fixing their houses to sell or fixing them to stay there.”

  “That means business for you either way,” Dean said.

  Yes, and she seemed to have a side business as a detective, too. She didn’t say that out loud. No one was paying her for that, and she had to fit it in-between her paying jobs. She’d never been one to read Nancy Drew as a kid, so the fact that she seemed to be solving these cases was a surprise to her.

  She liked her quiet life. Most of the time. Too bad the fates were conspiring to shake it up once in a while. Hopefully this would be the last murder in Rock Ridge.

  Chapter Five

  The bulbs at Carly’s Florist didn’t take long to change. Carly was Kate’s best friend, so she always gave her a discount. Besides, Carly had even better coffee than Bean There and she always shared with Kate.

  Today, Carly had been too busy to talk to Kate. She had to get the flowers ready for Dudley’s viewing. Kate would have to remember to stop in and pay her condolences even though she’d already spoken to Jessica a couple of times. She opted not to order flowers since she hadn’t known Dudley that well.

  With the lightbulbs fixed, Kate waved to Carly then loaded the large ladder back into her truck. It was almost lunch, and if she showed up at Scott’s office, he’d talk her into going out to eat with him.

  She needed to put some distance between them. If Dean had thought they were together, who else had assumed that? She didn’t want the whole town to be convinced that she was with Scott. What if Greg came back? What if he found out that she’d been spending time with Scott?

  He’d never forgive her.

  So Kate decided to talk to Ken. He was her best friend’s father.

  Once again she was allowed into the police department, which unnerved her. Security should have been better. There had been two murders in Rock Ridge in less than a year. Was no one else concerned that crime was on the rise?

  She asked for Ken Johnson since he was the detective in charge. He wasn’t in. Kate sighed, knowing she would have to talk to Scott.

  His face lit up when she entered his office. A part of her liked that he enjoyed seeing her.

  “We need to stop meeting like this. People are going to talk,” he said with a grin on his face.

  “People are talking.”

  Scott shrugged. “Then let them. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

  She sat on a chair opposite him. His desk was covered in neat piles of paperwork. She wondered if that’s how he spent his day. Very different from being a homicide detective.

  “I have a favor to ask.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “Take you home and do what comes naturally?”

  Kate almost blushed. “Stop, Scott. I’m serious. It’s about Dudley’s murder.”

  His smile quickly disappeared. “I asked you to stay out of it.”

  He had, but he also had to know that she wasn’t going to stay out of it. She wasn’t nosy by nature, but she had a strong sense of right and wrong. If she saw something wrong, she had to make it right. That was never going to change.

  “Well, something just dropped in my lap.”

  He frowned. “I don’t believe you, but go ahead. Shall I get Ken?”

  “I tried him first. He isn’t here.”

  He pouted a little. It was cute for some reason. She didn’t want it to be cute. “You would have come here and not talked to me?”

  “Yes. Do you want to hear what I have to say?”

  He cleared his throat, but his face still revealed his disappointment.

  “You need to go talk to Dean.”

  “Why would I need to talk to Dean? You know I don’t want to have anything to do with him.”

  “Then send Ken, but someone has to talk to him. Ask him where he was when Dudley was murdered.”

  “Okay. Can I ask why?”

  She shook her head, wanting to keep her promise to Jessica. “I think it will take the case in another direction.”

  He studied her for a moment. His gaze was always intense, and she was a little unnerved by it at the moment. “You aren’t going to tell me anymore than that?”


  “No, just ask him where he was. He’s eager to tell you.”

  Scott frowned. “You really should stay out of this.”

  “Sure.”

  She’d crossed her finger behind her back for good measure.

  “Lunch?”

  “No. I think we need to spend a little less time together. Some in this town think we are an item. We aren’t. I can’t look like I’m cheating on my husband.”

  “Cheating on a man who hasn’t contacted you in five years?”

  “That’s irrelevant.”

  “Speaking of that man. I found his passport in the box of stuff you gave me. The stuff from his office,” Scott said.

  “Oh? His current one?”

  “Well it expired last year, so it was current when he disappeared,” Scott said. He pulled something out of a drawer in his desk. “It has some interesting stamps in it.”

  “Is this why you asked me if he traveled?”

  “Yes. He couldn’t have gotten out of the country without this.”

  “So he must be in the United States,” Kate said.

  That didn’t narrow down his location by much, but at least he might be more easily found. If he could be found at all.

  “Yes.”

  He pushed the passport across his desk in her direction. Part of her had given up ever knowing what happened to Greg. That part wanted to just push the document back. Would it really shed any light on his disappearance?

  Before she could make a decision on what to do, her hand snaked out and grabbed the passport. She opened it to the first page. There he was. The man she’d fallen in love with. The man she’d had children with.

  She turned the pages, one after the other before she put it down. The passport spoke of a life that she’d known nothing about.

  “As far as I knew, all of his conferences were in the United States. He was never gone more than a week or so. He’d never said he was going anywhere else.”

  Scott frowned. “I’m sorry, Kate. I’m thinking that Greg was not exactly the person you thought he was.”

  “I figured that out the year after he left. I guess I didn’t know the extent of his deception until this moment. I bet those stamps coincide with the times I thought he was speaking at a conference.”

  “I would bet. I’m sorry, Kate. Is there anything I can do?”

  He was so sweet. She was going to cry. She wanted to do that alone. In this moment, she knew for sure that she would probably never see Greg again. She had to grieve for him. She had to be angry at him.

  But not in front of Scott. He’d comfort her. He’d be sweet, but it would also be another way for him to shoehorn his way into her life. She had to grieve for her loss first.

  “No, there isn’t. Thanks for the information.”

  She rose.

  “Kate? Should you be alone?”

  “Yes, I’d like to be alone.”

  She left him and went out the back door into the sunshine. Across the lot was a park, the kind with swings and laughing children. No one was there right now, so Kate traversed across the grass to sit at a picnic table.

  The tears came quickly and then were gone. She wouldn’t have thought that she had any more of them to cry for Greg. She’d been doing it for five years now.

  She was sure now that Greg hadn’t been Greg. He was someone else. At least part of the time. Or had it been all of the time? How much of their life together had been a lie?

  The only parts she knew were true were her kids. No one could take them away from her. Even if they never saw Greg again, Jason and Jared were hers.

  She sniffed, wiped her tears away then vowed not to cry for the man ever again.

  ***

  Despite her new resolve, Kate wanted to talk to Carly. She would listen to her and be sympathetic. She could help Carly with her orders while they talked.

  The shop was empty when Kate arrived. As if Carly had radar, she pulled Kate into the backroom and gave her a hug.

  “You’ve been crying,” Carly said.

  She wanted to share with Carly, but her friend may be tired of talking about Greg. She’d been hearing about him ever since he left. “Scott is looking into Greg’s disappearance.”

  Carly stepped away from her. She grabbed a vase and began to arrange flowers. “Don’t you think it’s time to let him go? He isn’t coming back, Kate. I think you’ve been on your own long enough. Shouldn’t you be allowed to get on with your life by now?”

  “I owe it to my kids to find out what happened.”

  “What if you never find out? You’ll be older and alone because the kids will be living their own lives. Scott is so into you. I wish a man was that into me,” Carly said.

  She put two roses into the vase then surrounded it by baby’s breath. On the outside she put daisies and a red flower that Kate couldn’t identify. What she did know about flowers was from being friends with Carly for so long.

  “I can’t explain it, Carly. He was my husband. I made a vow to Greg.”

  “He can’t be keeping his vows since he isn’t here.”

  Carly had a point, but it went back to how Kate felt about her vows. She’d made them and planned to only make them once. Greg might have had other ideas, but until she knew what had happened, she found it hard to move on in her love life.

  “I have to do what is right for me.”

  “So why is this all suddenly bothering you again? It’s been ages since you’ve talked about Greg.”

  Kate pursed her lips. “Let me get some coffee.” She poured some into a cup then returned to a stool by where Carly was working. Now she was putting together flowers in a basket, probably for Dudley’s funeral.

  “I gave Scott a box of Greg’s stuff that had been taken out of his office at the college. I’ve never looked in it. Scott found his passport.”

  “Oh?”

  “I didn’t know it was in there,” Kate said.

  She had no idea if she would have ever looked in the box. She guessed eventually she would have.

  “And what did Scott find?”

  “He showed me the passport. It had a lot of stamps from countries in the Middle East.”

  “Didn’t he specialize in Middle Eastern studies?”

  “Yes, but he never told me he went over there. As far as I knew, he was speaking at conferences. He was never gone for more than a week. I had no reason to think he was lying.”

  “And now you do.” Carly squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, honey.”

  “You never trusted him, did you?”

  Carly frowned. “I tried, Kate. He was your husband. He never did anything or said anything he shouldn’t have, but to me there was a bad vibe about him. As if he were always hiding something.”

  “Even with the evidence of his passport and you saying that, I still don’t feel as if I ever felt that. I took everything he said at face value. Makes me wonder if he ever loved me.”

  “Oh, Kate, I think he did. That’s why I put up with him and that vibe. I knew he loved you. Whatever else he was, don’t doubt that. He loved those boys of yours, too.”

  Right now, Kate couldn’t be so sure. If he loved them, why did he leave? Why wasn’t he here now? How could he just walk out? Kate didn’t think she would ever understand, even if Greg walked in the shop this minute and tried to explain.

  She couldn’t imagine leaving behind her boys. No way. She’d miss them too much. They were fourteen when Greg left. That’s a tough age for boys. Puberty and high school all at the same time.

  She was mad at Greg. She hadn’t wanted to be, but she was. Even now, many years later, she was still angry with him.

  “So what now?”

  Kate rubbed a hand down her face. “I don’t know. I’m not saying anything to the boys until I know for sure what happened to Greg.”

  “That would be best. No need for them to think badly of him until you know for sure he had a choice to stay.”

  “You think he didn’t have a choice.”

  “M
y take on his passport stamps? He was involved in something that you knew nothing about. He didn’t tell you because it was dangerous. Something for the government, probably.”

  “He was a mild-mannered professor.”

  He’d been a beta male which was increasingly obvious now that Scott was around. He was all alpha. King of the hill. Leader of the pack. That he’d applied and been hired for the job of chief of police was no surprise. She wondered why it had taken him so long to be in a leadership position.

  “I’m thinking that was not true, Kate. I know this is going to take some time to wrap your head around, but just because he lied to you doesn’t mean that was he was doing was nefarious. He might have been serving his country.”

  Kate hadn’t looked at it that way. He might be a hero, just not to her right now. “You always have a different way of looking at things.”

  Carly shrugged. “I heard Jessica was released today.”

  “Good. She did have an alibi.”

  “I heard that Dudley was doing some odd things with the bids on projects lately.”

  “Where did you hear that?”

  “Dean Wentworth was in earlier. He was getting flowers for Jessica. He told me that he’d heard that Dudley picked who he wanted, but Dean had put in his bid anyway.”

  “I heard that from Dean also. He and Jessica are each other’s alibis. I hope they aren’t lying for each other. What if one of them killed Dudley?”

  Carly shook her head as she put the finishing touches on a wreath for the viewing that night. “Jessica had just filed for divorce.”

  Kate didn’t know that, but she should have been surprised that Jessica hadn’t shared that with her. Now she didn’t need a divorce. If she’d filed, then there was no reason for Dean or Jessica to have killed Dudley.

  That left Kate with no suspects. She would have to begin from scratch. She’d have to look into what Dudley had been involved in. It must have something to do with his business dealings. He could have crossed the wrong person. Especially if he was choosing the contractors instead of picking the lowest bid. Sometimes a contract for a municipality could make or break a struggling company.

  She’d have to think about what contracts had been awarded lately and who had been in the running for them, assuming the rumors of Dudley’s favoritism were true. He would have had to have kept the town council in the dark.