keeping his attention on anything. I brought her back to my questions by asking, “What did Miss Elizabeth look like? Was she pale? Covered in sand?”
“Don’t be vulgar,” she snapped. “My sister would never come to call on me in that manner. She didn’t have a hair out of place. She looked as neat as a pin in her black dress with the pink hearts. You know, I gave her that dress for her birthday three years ago.”
Only Miss Mildred could conjure up the image of neat ghosts. I felt sure if I were ever lucky enough to see my mother again, she’d be untidy. She had never been a neat person.
“What about Wild Johnny Simpson?” Tim stepped forward out of the shadows created by the light coming in through the narrow window. “Did you see him when he was here thirty years ago?”
Miss Mildred looked flustered. “To my knowledge, Johnny never came back after he left Lizzie. That was right after Gary Bentley steered the ferry into shore and wrecked it back in 1945. About the time the war was over.”
Leave it to someone from Duck to notice that a ferry wrecked before thinking about World War II. I gave Tim a stern frown, but he kept questioning. “Johnny was here at the Blue Whale right before it closed. You didn’t know anything about it?”
“Even if he had been, why would I know? You’d have to ask Lizzie about that.” Miss Mildred turned her head and closed her eyes. “I’m tired now. Please leave, both of you.”
To add to her plea for solitude, a nurse came in and shooed us out. I told Miss Mildred I’d try to come back again. When I got Tim out in the hall, I gave him a hard time. “What were you doing in there? She’s very fragile. She can’t take that kind of agitation.”
He shrugged. “I was asking questions about the murder investigation. You were tiptoeing around it like a little cat. We need to get the truth from her.”
“You think she killed her sister
“I think it’s possible. You sounded like you did too in the car. Let’s face it, thirty years ago, Miss Mildred was still teaching school. She was capable of killing the man who’d rejected her for her sister. It happens.”
“Never mind.” I held out my hand, not explaining that I wasn’t serious earlier about Miss Mildred killing Wild Johnny. “I need the keys for the squad car.”
“I can’t do that, Dae. Only officers of the law can drive that car. I guess you’ll have to stay here with me during my shift.” He grinned and sat down in the chair by Miss Mildred’s door.
“You forget, Officer Mabry. I’m not only the mayor of Duck, I’m also a fully deputized auxiliary police officer. Hand over the keys. Someone will be here to relieve you later.”
He fished the keys out of his pocket and reluctantly handed them to me. “I’m glad I’m not in love with you anymore. Shayla isn’t half as contrary.”
I smiled. I had no words for his defection to my friend. I knew it wouldn’t last. That was probably the worst part about his infatuation with me. He kept dating other women and then using me as a fallback when he broke up with them. It wasn’t very endearing.
Traffic was building on Duck Road by the time I got back home. The weather was a little overcast, but it wouldn’t be summer if we didn’t have a lot of rain.
I’d thought about Miss Mildred the whole way back, but I didn’t have any new ideas. I felt certain she
What else could’ve happened? I knew she didn’t kill Miss Elizabeth. Whoever killed her knew the sisters enough to torment Miss Mildred and throw her to the police as a suspect. With her health and mental state being so delicate, Miss Mildred couldn’t possibly stand up to that storm. She was already bowed and broken from the winds of fate blowing across her.
I wanted to tell Kevin what had happened, but he wasn’t answering his cell phone. I had to relieve Gramps at Missing Pieces, so I couldn’t make the detour to the Blue Whale. It would have to wait until later.
Missing Pieces was packed when I got there. There was a bus full of tourists on the boardwalk, creating a stir in the shops that fronted the sound. Gramps told me he’d already sold a few pieces. “Nothing important,” he said. “Don’t get that thundercloud look on your face. I know what to sell and what not to sell.”
“It’s not that,” I told him, stepping behind the counter. “I’m not happy at all with my interview with Miss Mildred.”
“Interview, huh? I thought you were going for a visit.”
I told him about my plan to find out who really killed Miss Elizabeth and set Miss Mildred free. “I asked Kevin to help me since he has so much experience doing this kind of thing.”
“Why Kevin and not me?”
“Because, as much as I love you, anything you find you’d be likely to give to Chief Michaels and Agent Walker. You were the Dare County sheriff for too long.”
“And you think Kevin won’t do the same thing?” He looked skeptical. “Once a lawman, always a lawman. He can’t help it anymore than I could.”
“I think he can. I think there’s something in his past that made him give it up.”
“Since when do you get impressions from people besides finding what they’ve lost?”
Before I could answer that, a young man came into the shop with a box. He glanced around, then came to the counter. “I’m looking for the owner. I heard she’s interested in unusual items. I have something I’d like to sell her. I found it at the old Blue Whale Inn.”
Chapter 11
“I’m Dae O’Donnell. I own Missing Pieces.” I put out my hand to him as I felt the familiar sense of slow motion that meant this was an important find. “This is my grandfather, Horace O’Donnell. I’ll be happy to take a look at what you’ve got.”
That’s true and not true, really. I hate when things come in that I think might be stolen. There have been plenty of times I wished I could’ve kept things that I knew I shouldn’t keep. But I adhere to a code of ethics, and I never accept things that don’t belong to the person selling them. Unfortunately, this felt like one of those times. Too bad for this young man that the former sheriff was also there to view his discovery.
“I’m Austin Bray, Betsy Bray’s son.” He shook my hand too quickly for me to get an impression. “This was something some friends and I found a few years back. It used to be popular to hang out down at the Blue Whale because everyone said it was haunted. We were all hoping to see something, you know?”
I knew that part was true. In high school, my friends and I had done the same thing. It was interesting and creepy at the same time. I asked, “Did you ever see anything?”
“I don’t know. One time I thought I saw a man in the fog. He was kind of strange looking and his eyes glowed. My friends told me it was a dog, but it spooked me and I never went back again.”
“Exactly when was it you found this treasure, Austin?” Gramps asked in his old sheriff voice.
“Let’s see. I’m in my first year of college and that was my sophomore year in high school, so I guess about three years. I saw the thing about the dead guy they found at the inn and decided to bring this here. I don’t want to get in any trouble.”
“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you mean. I found it outside on the ground. I kept it in my closet all this time. You can ask my mom. She was threatening to throw it away now that I’ve moved most of my stuff out of the house. I started thinking it might be a bad thing for me to have.”
“That could be a piece of police evidence,” Gramps agreed. “I don’t know if we should even look at it.”
But I couldn’t resist. Before he could make me turn the whole thing over to Chief Michaels, I grabbed it from Austin. It was a beautifully hand-carved box, carefully detailed with seashells, gulls and an image of one of the area lighthouses. Though some sand was lodged in the crevices of the design, I could see the workmanship was exquisite.
“It’s gorgeous!” I studied it despite Gramps’s dark look. When I went to open it, I found that it was locked up tight, but a flash of brilliance made me open the cash register and retrieve the tiny key I’d found at the inn and
