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Continuing to avert her eyes, she shook her head, her shoulders quaking as she wept into the tissue.

The chief pulled another tissue from the box and handed it to her. “Whitley,” his voice was soft, “if you think of anything, you know where to find me.”

She nodded her agreement, still not looking at them.

The chief motioned to Colin to keep moving out the door.

“Sorry, Miss Donovan, but I have to ask,” Colin said, ignoring the chief’s suggestion. “Where were you between six and eight o’clock last night?”

With her eyes lowered, tears trickled down her cheeks. “I was at home.”

“Is there anyone that can verify that?” Colin asked.

“Just my cat.” Her voice trembled with sadness, her eyes continuing to avoid his. “You can’t think I had anything to do with Ben’s death.”

The chief laid a hand briefly on her shoulder. “Sorry, Whit, we had to ask.”

Once they were outside, Colin stopped and turned to the chief. “What did you make of that?”

“Sounded to me like neither of them knew anything. Why do you ask?”

“I think there’s something she’s not telling us.” Colin only had a feeling about her, but when someone wouldn’t look him in the eye, there was usually a reason.

“How do you figure?”

“She wouldn’t make eye contact. There’s something fishy about that.”

~*~

“Simple, Susan,” Emily repeated. “I don’t want anything fancy.”

The two women stood on the grassy area where the ceremony would take place.

“But, Emily,” Susan argued, “flowers are one of the only decorations we can have out on the lawn to make it festive. Otherwise it’ll be so boring. And the photos won’t look that great either.”

“Photos? You mean you lined up a photographer?” She hadn’t thought of that in the last-minute rush of details to get the wedding party, and guests, to Maine.

“Of course, Sis. This is what I do—I’m the wedding coordinator, remember?”

“Sorry,” Emily apologized, rubbing a couple of fingers against her right temple. “I appreciate that. My mind is kind of a blur. This wedding is happening so fast, and my body is trying to catch up with all the time zones. Then, falling on a dead body and getting his blood all over me didn’t help. And with Evan—”

She hadn’t meant to actually say that last part to her sister, it just slipped out. Susan had never been fond of Emily marrying Evan, believing he was too old and worldly for her young naïve sister. If Susan knew he was weighing on Emily’s mind as she was about to say
I do
to Colin, well, she didn’t want to hear what Susan would have to say about that.

“Evan?” Susan’s eyebrows wrinkled as her expression turned perplexed. “Don’t you mean Colin? Because you certainly don’t want your husband-to-be to think you’re confusing him with your first husband.”

“Yeah, that could be bad.” Emily gave a little laugh. That wasn’t what she meant, but it was probably better to let Susan think it was.

Emily’s phone jangled in her purse and she rummaged around inside of it, tugging the cell out. She smiled when she saw it was Colin, glad for the diversion from her sister’s prying questions. “Hello. How’s the investigation going?”

“Haven’t turned up anything yet.” Colin filled her in on how things went at the church. “I think the secretary is hiding something, but she seems pretty closed off.”

“Maybe she’d open up to another woman,” Emily proposed. “What’s her name?”

“Whitley. You want to give it a try?”

“Can’t right now. I’m still with Susan, talking about the flowers and things.”

“We’re heading over to the boarding house where our victim was staying to see what we can dig up there. Then I’ll be back to the inn. Alex and Isabel should have returned from their hike by then. Maybe we’ll get in a round of golf before dark.”

“That would be wonderful. As much as I like the thought of catching this bad guy, I want you to have fun while you’re here. You know what they say, all work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy.”

“Who’s Jack?” Colin laughed. “All right, Babe, I get it. I’ll check in with you before we head out.”

Emily and Susan stepped back inside the inn and continued talking. Loud voices drew Emily’s attention to the check-in desk where the manager stood, dressed in a stylish black suit and tie, arguing with a stocky man with dark wavy hair and a mustache, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. Susan’s head whipped around as well.

Soon after, the burly man stomped off. The manager came around from behind the desk, straightening his tie and glancing around the lobby, as if checking if anyone witnessed their exchange.

“I wonder what that was about,” Susan mused, dragging her gaze away from the manager, bringing it back to Emily.

A young woman with long, auburn hair entered through the front doors and headed toward the desk. Susan prattled on, but Emily watched as the young woman leaned her elbows on the counter and appeared to be quarreling with the manager as well, although, they were doing a better job of keeping their voices down.

“Who’s that?” Emily asked in a low voice.

“That’s Pastor Ben’s secretary, Whitley,” Susan replied. “Or, at least, she was.”

“Whitley?” That was the name Colin had given her. Emily watched as the young woman whirled away and hurried back out the doors.

“Can you excuse me for a minute?” Emily asked her sister, backing toward the french doors. “I’ll be right back.”

“Emily.”

Susan called after her, but Emily had to try to talk to the girl and pushed through the doors. Once outside, she glanced around for Whitley and spotted her walking briskly down the driveway toward Main Street. Emily rushed after her. “Whitley!”

The woman stopped and turned toward the sound of her name.

Emily pulled to an abrupt stop, huffing a little from the run.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Whitley asked.

“No, you don’t.” Emily drew a deep breath. “I’m helping Chief Taylor figure out who murdered Pastor Ben.”

Whitley’s eyes moistened at the mention of it.

“I was hoping to ask you a few questions.”

“Questions?” Whitley’s gaze flew around the area, as if she wanted to make sure no one was watching. “I don’t know anything.”

“You were pretty close to him, weren’t you? You and Pastor Ben, I mean.”

“What are you inferring?” Her eyes rounded. “Ben was a gentleman and he—”

“You worked for the man, right?”

“Yes, but I thought you meant…uh…no, I don’t know anything of importance. I’ve got to get back to work, I’m only on a break.” Whitley turned and began walking away again, but Emily stayed with her.

“Was there anyone you can think of that would have wanted to harm him?”

Whitley stopped and faced Emily. “He was kind and thoughtful. He listened to your problems and didn’t judge. Everybody loved him. Everybody.” Tears came to her eyes and she blinked hard a few times.

Had she been in love with him? It almost seemed that way.

“I’d like to hear more about him. It might help find his killer.”

Whitley shook her head. “I don’t know anything else.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you arguing with the manager back at the inn. Did that have anything to do with Ben Kinney?”

“No. I work there part-time and I told him I couldn’t work for him anymore. He was irritated I was giving him such short notice because I’m on the schedule for tonight.”

“I see.” Interesting timing. Did her decision have anything to do with the murder? Probably not, but then again…

Whitley checked her watch. “I really need to get back.” She rushed down the street and disappeared around the first corner.

Emily stood alone on the sidewalk, torn between returning to her sister and following the young woman. Colin was right—she was hiding something. Knowing Susan would be fuming if she didn’t return soon, Emily hurried back to the inn.

~*~

Colin and Chief Taylor climbed the few steps to the front porch of the Bayside Bed and Breakfast. It was a large, stately old home with lots of southern charm. Three-stories high with a wide, wrap-around porch, it was painted a cheery shade of yellow with white trim and black shutters on the windows. Colin wished Emily could have been there too. She would love seeing this grand historical home.

The chief knocked on the front door, carefully avoiding the floral wreath hanging on it. A small woman opened the door, appearing to be in her late fifties, with shortly cropped brown hair.

“Hello, Chief,” the woman greeted with a warm smile.

“Afternoon, Ella. Or should I say, Mayor McCormack?” He tipped his head toward her.

“Oh, Ella is just fine there, Alvin. And who is this young man?”

“This is Detective Colin Andrews. He’s helping me on a case.”

“A case? Ooh, that sounds official.”

“We’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

She flashed a broad grin at the men. “Where are my manners?” She stepped back and swung the door open wide. “Please, come in.”

The formal entry was wide with dark, polished hardwood floors and a staircase on the right. Framed pictures hung on the walls—weathered black-and-white photos that looked like they were possibly of ancestors, or people who had originally owned the grand old house.

Ella led the men into the sitting room, which was decorated with pastel floral wallpaper and matching chintz draperies.

“Have a seat, won’t you?” She motioned toward the overstuffed striped chairs that sat opposite the tufted sage-green sofa, replete with embroidered pillows.

As the men took their seats, she went to the marble-topped antique sideboard in the corner of the room, against a half-wall that abutted the dining room, which had been laid out with a fine china teapot and several matching cups and saucers.

“Can I get you some tea, gentlemen? I have freshly baked blueberry muffins to go with it.”

“None for me, thanks,” Colin responded.

“No, Ella, we should get right to the point,” Chief Taylor said.

“Then you won’t mind if I have a cup. Go on with your questions while I pour.”

“We’re here about the murder last night at the Rock Harbor Inn,” the chief stated. “Have you heard about it?”

“I did hear that some unfortunate man was found bludgeoned to death, or some such. Our town doesn’t need a scandal like that. It might hurt our tourist trade, as you can imagine.” Ella moved toward the sofa with her cup and saucer.

Colin turned to the chief. “You didn’t have his room checked out last night?” he muttered.

The chief leaned toward Colin, partially covered his mouth, and lowered his voice. “I didn’t know I needed to. Sorry.”

“So, Alvin,” Ella said, drawing his attention back to her, “why do you want to talk to me about it?”

“We were told that the man lived here, Ella. One of your boarders.”

She perched on the edge of the sofa with a bewildered furrow to her brow. “Oh? Which one?” She took a sip of tea as she waited for the answer.

“Pastor Ben Kinney,” the chief said.

She gasped and began to cough, her cup and saucer falling from her hands, crashing down onto the coffee table. “Oh my God!” Tears filled her eyes.

Chapter 9

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you like that, Ella. We were all surprised it was Pastor Ben.” Chief Taylor bent down and picked up the larger pieces of broken china.

“Please excuse me for a minute.” She dashed to the kitchen and returned with a fluffy white kitchen towel and began cleaning up the spilled tea. “Oh dear.” She pressed it into the carpet a few times, tears still trickling down her cheeks. With her fingers, she wiped under her eyes and then took a deep breath, settling back onto the sofa. “I wondered why he hadn’t come down for breakfast. I just thought he’d left early for work. He does that sometimes, you know, meets folks for breakfast and the like.”

“How well did you know Pastor Ben?” Chief Taylor asked.

“Well, I just…oh, I don’t know, it was…hmm…why do you ask?”

Why was she hesitating?

“Just trying to get the facts,” the chief replied.

She sniffled loudly. “I don’t understand why you think I know anything.”

Colin scooted to the edge of his chair. “The senior pastor at the Community Church told us you pressured him to hire Ben. That tells us you knew him before he moved here.”

Her gaze flew to Chief Taylor. There seemed to be pleading in her eyes, as if she was hoping he’d let it go.

“You need to answer the question,” the chief pressed.

She used a dry corner of the kitchen towel and dabbed at her eyes. “Yes, I knew him before he came here, for quite some time actually. When I heard that the church was looking to hire someone, I thought he would be perfect for it. He needed to get out of the situation he was in and the church needed an associate pastor. So I recommended him. That’s all.”

“What kind of situation?” Colin asked.

“I’m not sure. I hadn’t seen him for years. Then one day he contacted me and asked if I knew of any job opportunities around here. When the opening at the church came up, I put him in contact with Pastor Jansen.”

“Good timing.” Colin didn’t hesitate to flavor his words with a bit of sarcasm.

“No, Detective, providence,” she replied emphatically.

“Ella, I need to ask where you were last night between six and eight o’clock,” Chief Taylor asked, knowing that Colin would if he didn’t.

“Me? You think I had something to do with this murder?”

“I have to ask everyone so I can eliminate those with a solid alibi,” the chief retorted.

“Well, I was here of course, cleaning up after dinner. I set out some oatmeal raisin cookies on the sideboard, then went to my room and watched a little television before I went to bed.”

“We’re only concerned with the time between six and eight o’clock,” Colin said. “Can anyone verify that, Mrs. McCormack?”

She pursed her lips and her gaze rose toward the ceiling. “Those that were here for dinner.”

“But they would have finished dinner by then, wouldn’t they?” the chief asked. “By the time you were in the kitchen cleaning up, right?”

“I served dinner at six, then cleaned up. Someone might have seen me in the kitchen, I can’t really say. But you know me, Alvin, I wouldn’t hurt a fly, especially not Ben.”

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