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Authors: Krista Davis

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I didn’t understand why a silk slip indicated a disconnect with reality. “What’s wrong with that? The expense?”
“It’s sexy!”
At the risk of further annoying Natasha, I couldn’t help laughing. Thanks to the colonel’s attention, June felt good about herself. Instead of thinking about holing up in a nursing facility, June had romance on the mind.
“What if she were your mother? Would you feel the same way then?” I regretted my words immediately. Natasha had always been sensitive about her mother. They couldn’t be more different.
“Why do I bother thinking you’re my friend? You’re impossible.” Natasha stomped to her car and drove away.
Guilt kicked in. We all nursed stress as a result of the murders and the investigation. At the moment, poor Natasha probably felt everything in her life had gone haywire and there wasn’t a thing she could control and put back on track. She needed help.
I strolled up the steps and into the foyer, where Wolf spoke with Andrew and Vicki. Mars would hate me, but Natasha’s life might be at stake. I would never forgive myself if she was killed and I hadn’t said anything. “Wolf, someone is stalking Natasha.”
Simultaneously, Vicki, Andrew, and Wolf said, “What?”
Mars probably hadn’t had a chance to tell Andrew and Vicki about the stalker. They, more than anyone else, deserved to know now that Natasha would be staying with them.
“Nina and I have seen him twice.”
“This is terrible!” Vicki’s hand flew over her mouth in terror.
Wolf squinted at me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Nina called you. She reported him to the police the first time and said she thought they blew her off. The second time I heard her leave you a message.”
I could tell Wolf was angry with himself. He’d probably been working long hours on the murders and hadn’t paid enough attention to his voice mail. His ears burned red and he strode away.
Andrew took a deep breath. “This changes everything.” He looked at Vicki. “Was the guest room ransacked, too? The burglar might have been looking for something in Natasha’s possession.” Without Wolf there to stop him, the self-appointed detective pounded up the stairs.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked Vicki.
“Just a little shaken. I’ll be fine. Thanks for coming over with Andrew. I’m worried about Natasha, though. A stalker! She never said a thing to me about it.”
“Now that she’s staying with you, maybe you can talk with her privately and find out what’s going on.”
Vicki promised to tell me if she gleaned anything from Natasha. When Wolf called Vicki from another room, I decided I was only in the way and said good-bye.
I walked the ten blocks home, glad for a few minutes alone. Porch lights flicked on as darkness settled over Old Town. Each block seemed worthy of a Christmas card picture as warm lights began to glow inside the ancient homes. As I ambled up my block, Mars arrived in Bernie’s rental. I waited for him to park and we walked to the house together.
“Did you know someone broke into Andrew’s house?”
Horror crossed Mars’s face. “Was anyone hurt?”
“I just came from there. Everyone’s fine.”
In spite of my assurances, he called Andrew on his cell phone. When he snapped it closed, he said, “What’s happening to us?”
Daisy and Mochie demanded our attention the moment we opened the kitchen door. Dressed for an evening at the theater, my parents and June waited for Hannah and Craig in the kitchen. Bernie leaned against the counter, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
“Hear you have an admirer.” Mars hugged his mother.
June’s cheeks flushed. “Maybe a little bit.”
“Is he going to the play with you tonight?” he asked.
“They’re sold out. We tried to get a last-minute ticket but couldn’t.” June turned to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to go, dear?”
“I can go anytime. I’d rather you had fun. What did the colonel say about Simon?”
“He never came right out and admitted he went to the hotel. However, he confirmed that the lovely young woman who lost her leg is his granddaughter. A terrible tragedy. She taught mountain climbing in the summer and skiing in the winter. Very athletic. It looked like she would win the contest on Simon’s show.”
Dad fidgeted in his chair. “They’d rigged some sort of contraption over a dramatic gully that the contestants had to cross. A rope snapped when she was on it; somehow her leg tangled in the rope and it cut off the blood supply. They couldn’t save it.”
“The colonel blames this on Simon?” asked Mars.
“He thinks the show was rigged,” said June. “The problem is that the rope disappeared so there’s no evidence. Simon claimed the remaining contestants burned the ropes in a cleansing ritual that night. The colonel has been doing research to try to prove that Simon’s crew staged his granddaughter’s accident.”
“That’s horrible.” I cringed at the thought. “She could have died. Losing her leg was bad enough.”
“Simon was always ruthless. He left chaos and death behind him everywhere. No honor or decency or regard for human life. Money drove everything he did.” Bernie couldn’t hide the bitterness in his voice.
I finally posed a question that had been nagging me. “Do you think he asked me out to irritate Mars?”
“Could be.” Mars laughed. “But I wouldn’t have killed him over you, honey.”
“So what happened with Natasha today?” I asked Mars.
“You won’t believe this. She went to a soup kitchen.”
“To contact someone.” I’d tried so hard to believe Natasha couldn’t have killed Simon. Had she hired someone to kill him? Had she hired Otis to find a paid assassin for her?
“It looked like they knew her. She put on an apron and dished out dinner. I don’t know what to make of it.”
“Maybe she spotted you and drove there on purpose to throw you off,” suggested Dad.
“Or maybe she works at the soup kitchen every week when she disappears. But why keep it a secret?” Mars gazed at us like we had answers.
“She’s looking for her father,” Mom said quietly. “You were so young, Sophie, I don’t think you understood the impact on Natasha. She was only seven when he left. Her mother couldn’t afford the mortgage on their pretty house over on Elm Street and she couldn’t sell it without his signature. The bank foreclosed and her mother filed for bankruptcy. I’m certain Natasha felt it was her fault he abandoned them; children so often do.”
“But that happened over thirty years ago,” I protested.
“Don’t you understand? His leaving was the driving force in her life. That’s why she strives, to this day, to be so perfect. It’s also the reason she always competed with you.”
“Oh, please.” My mom, the shrink.
“You weren’t competitive by nature, but you had everything she didn’t. A dad and siblings and a nice house. And you gave her a run for her money. You were both good at the same things. You didn’t mean to but you made her reach a little higher, work a little harder, and when she kept one-upping you, it turned out you had a competitive streak in you after all.”
“That explains a lot,” Mars teased, “but I’m with Sophie. Hard to believe she’s still searching for him after all these years. And why would she think she’d find him at a soup kitchen? He could be a multimillionaire.”
“I imagine her mother painted a fairly dim picture of him,” said Mom. “She was probably brought up to believe that he was a ne’er-do-well.”
“Why do you think he left?” asked Mars.
“Berrysville is a small town, You can imagine the rampant gossip. Some people thought he had another life somewhere else. Others think he died and no one knew who he was. I think he felt too much pressure.”
“I’d have run away from that pushy woman, too.” Dad made a face like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Natasha’s mother wouldn’t be easy to live with.”
The phone rang, interrupting our conversation. I scurried to answer it.
The coordinator of the Stupendous Stuffing Shakedown asked if I could participate in the contest on Monday. Simon’s TV network decided to go forward with it after all. I checked my work schedule to be sure I could fit it in. I assured her I would be there and hoped the others would be able to compete as well. Before hanging up, she said, “And as a precaution, we’re providing all the ingredients this time. All you have to do is show up and make stuffing.”
Mars was leaving when I returned. Mom closed the door behind him and said, “Why can’t we ever manage to get him over here at the same time as Wolf?”
“Surely you don’t think Mars is the killer?” I asked.
“Goodness, no. But I want to shake up Mars a little bit. He would have to be pheromonally challenged not to feel the attraction Wolf has for you.”
Not anymore. “Mom, Wolf is watching me because I’m a murder suspect.”
“Think what you like. Wolf looks at you like you’re an ice cream sundae with extra chocolate on top.”
I shot my dad a pleading look. “Didn’t you hear the way Mars talked about Natasha? We’re not getting back together, Mom.”
“She’s right, Inga. Mars is very concerned about Natasha.”
The corners of Mom’s mouth pulled back in disapproval. “In that case, you’d better start dressing sexier for that Wolf of yours. And it wouldn’t hurt you to use eyeliner and brighter lipstick.”
I adored having my family around, but when the door shut behind them and quiet reigned in my home, I felt tension ebb away. The play and dinner would keep my parents, Hannah, Craig, and June out until eleven or so. Bernie left when they did but was somewhat hazy about his plans. I couldn’t help wondering if he had a date with the widow Pulchinski.
Before indulging myself in a long bath, I hit the den to catch up on my column. Questions poured in from readers. Coswell wrote me suggesting I set up a website to handle some of the overflow. The response to my column delighted me. Excited as I was about the prospect of a web page, it would have to wait a couple of days until my family went home.
I put the column out of my mind as I left the den. I needed to think about the murders. The killer had to be stopped before another one of us fell victim to him. Wolf was probably a great detective, but I knew everyone so much better than he did. I had to be overlooking something, some tiny clue to the identity of the killer. As though she knew what I had in mind, Daisy trotted upstairs. Mochie followed us.
I ran water in the tub and poured in vanilla-scented bubble bath. Mochie perched on the edge, fascinated by the growing foam that disappeared when he touched it. While the tub filled, I undressed and tossed a bathrobe on the vanity in case someone returned unexpectedly. I sank into the warm water and focused on the murders.
I figured I could eliminate my parents, sister, and June from my list of suspects. Wolf and Humphrey also seemed unlikely candidates. Wolf might have killed his wife but so far I hadn’t heard about a connection between him and the victims. Humphrey seemed too wan to undertake a murder spree. He could have hired Otis to trail me and he could have killed Simon after he asked me out, but I was neither vain enough nor stupid enough to believe anyone, even smitten Humphrey, would take such drastic action on my account. I was no femme fatale.
Bernie didn’t appear to have a motive, unless he was involved with Mrs. Pulchinski somehow. Since he’d been living abroad, he came in low on my list of suspects. But the timing of Bernie’s visit seemed a bit more than coincidental and I still couldn’t shake the image of him in the restaurant with Mrs. Pulchinski. Nor could I dismiss the fact that he’d been at Natasha’s house the night of the fire and present when Simon died.
The colonel, on the other hand, had both the motivation and the opportunity to kill Simon. I hadn’t connected him to Otis yet, but he’d been very interested in Otis’s death at Thanksgiving dinner. And Francie had been the one who reported a Peeping Tom. Could the two of them be in cahoots?
Mars and Andrew both hated Simon. Both had been present in the hotel when Simon was murdered. Either of them might have known or worked with Otis. Mars had warned me about Simon on the day he was murdered. Had Mars hired Otis to follow me? That didn’t make sense. The Mars I knew could become furious, but he ranted and paced. He would never kill anyone. Would he clean up after his brother if Andrew committed murder? He might. And while I couldn’t see Vicki being irrational enough to kill Simon because of the way he’d treated Andrew, I supposed that was a possibility.
And that brought me to Natasha. She hired Otis for something and met privately with Simon. She was prone to drama but she’d displayed uncharacteristic nervousness on Thanksgiving, especially when she discovered Wolf would be joining us. Had she lost her tight self-control and let Simon have it? Either she killed Simon or she knew something.
Had I omitted anyone? Craig. The outsider. The one least likely to have a connection to any of us. Yet he spied and eavesdropped, and even more suspicious, he returned to the scene of the crime. Hannah would be furious if she knew what I thought of Craig.

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