Town in a Lobster Stew

what that means, don’t you?”

“No. What?”

“If you thought I was the one who stole the recipe, it means you also thought I killed Mr. Sedley, right?” Her gaze locked onto Candy’s, demanding an answer.

Candy was silent for a tense moment as the two women faced each other across the dimly lit room. Finally Candy nodded. “Something like that, yeah. But it’s like you said. Nothing makes much sense right now, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t. But just so you know, I didn’t do it. I didn’t steal Wilma Mae’s recipe, and I didn’t kill Mr. Sedley. Okay?”

Candy watched Wanda’s face as she spoke, and had to admit she believed the other woman. “Okay. I’m glad we cleared the air about that. But it still leaves a lot of unanswered questions.”

“It sure does. And I have another one for you: what was the secret ingredient in Mr. Sedley’s recipe?”

Candy’s gaze narrowed. Her suspicions returned. “Why don’t you tell me? It sounds like you already know, given the name on your e-mails.”

“Yeah, I thought that would get your attention.” Wanda gave her a smug look. “It was cinnamon, right?”

“And how would you know that,” Candy asked, “unless you actually did steal the recipe?”

“Because I do my research,” Wanda said sarcastically. “I know how to dig around when I need to find out something.”

“And where do you do your digging?”

Wanda answered quickly. “At the historical society.”

Candy’s brow fell as she thought about that. “In the archives? But Charlotte said you were up there doing research on architects in Cape Willington, for the summer program.”

“That’s where I started, yes, but I couldn’t find what I wanted. I managed to locate the original plans for a few of the historic homes in the area, including one or two designed by John Patrick Mulroy. But I didn’t find the plans I was looking for.”

“Let me guess. You were looking for details about Wilma Mae’s house. You heard she’d stashed the recipe in a secret hiding spot, and you were trying to find out where it was.”

Wanda studied her for a moment. “You know about that?”

“I know about lots of things. For instance, I know a carpenter who worked on renovations at Wilma Mae’s house discovered a secret drawer in a shelving unit upstairs. And I know your brother Owen is a carpenter. Is he the one who found that drawer and tipped you off?”

Wanda almost laughed. “Owen? A carpenter? Hardly. He did some carpentry when he was a kid but he hasn’t worked in the field for years. He works at the post office in Blue Hill now. But you’re right about the secret drawer. I’ve heard rumors about it.”

“And you were looking for Mulroy’s plans to see if you could figure out where it was located. Did you find anything?”

“No,” Wanda said promptly, “so I had to take a different route. I knew Wilma Mae and Mr. Sedley won that competition a total of thirteen times back in the seventies, eighties, and nineties. So I figured someone must have tasted that stew. And someone must have written about it.”

When Candy considered that, it made perfect sense. “Ahh. So you went looking for articles in old issues of the Cape Crier.”

Wanda nodded. “The historical society has issues going back to the 1940s. It took a lot of digging around. Most of those old issues are still on microfiche. I spent weeks up in that stuffy old attic, looking for what I wanted. I had to search through dozens of issues going back thirty years.”

Candy had to admit, she admired Wanda’s tenaciousness. “And what did you find?”

“Several references to cinnamon as the secret ingredient. I can give you the issue dates if you want to check them out yourself. It makes for some very interesting reading.”

“So,” Candy said, jumping ahead, “if you knew cinnamon was the secret ingredient in Wilma Mae’s recipe, and you wanted to win the cook-off so badly, why didn’t you just make your own stew using cinnamon?”

“Good point, Sherlock,” Wanda said sarcastically, “because that’s exactly what I planned to do. Until someone beat me to it.”

“Really? Who?”

Wanda gave Candy a crooked grin, relishing the moment. “You’re the detective. Think about it. I spent some time researching lobster stew recipes that used cinnamon as an ingredient, so I had a pretty good idea what to do when I made my stew. I gathered all the ingredients, including the best cinnamon I could find between here and Boston, and I showed up Saturday morning ready to go. But then what should I spy? I’ll tell you — I spotted someone else using cinnamon as an ingredient.”

“Someone else? But I only tasted one stew with cinnamon.”

“That’s right,” Wanda said mysteriously, “but whose stew was it?”

Candy knew the answer. She had seen the list on Robbie Bridges’ clipboard. “It was yours.”

Wanda looked impressed. “What do you know? The detective is right — or at least partially right. It should have been mine. I should have won that contest. But something went wrong. That’s why I’m here talking to you now.”

“But you made that stew, right? You’re the one who used cinnamon as your secret ingredient?”

Wanda looked at her as if she were a teacher correcting a student in school. “No, dummy, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I didn’t have Wilma Mae’s recipe. I didn’t make that stew. But I know who did.”

“Who?”

Wanda paused dramatically, then said with a flourish, “It was Charlotte Depew.”

Twenty-Four

“Charlotte?” Candy scoffed at that idea. “That can’t be right. You must be mistaken.”

“I’m not mistaken. I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“And I saw something with my own eyes too that proves you wrong,” Candy said adamantly.

“What did you see?”

“Well what did you see?”

In a temporary standoff, they stared fiercely at each other, silent again. Finally Wanda spoke, though she kept her mouth tight, as if holding in her irritation. “It’s like I said. There’s something fishy going on in this town.”

“Then we’d better figure out what it is before someone else gets killed.”

Wanda nodded a single time in agreement. “You got that right.”

Silence again. Candy decided it was her turn to break the ice. “I’ll tell you what — I’ll explain what I saw, and you explain what you saw, and we’ll see how our stories match up, and maybe it will all start to make sense.”

Wanda smirked. “Okay, Sherlock. Sounds like a good idea.” She pointed at Candy with her chin. “So go ahead.”

“Well, okay.” Candy looked down at the floor, taking a moment to organize her thoughts. “Okay, so — the cook-off. Roger and I were judging the stews, and yes, I thought I tasted one made with cinnamon. It was very good. Of course, there were a lot of good stews there yesterday, but when I made up my final list, I put the cinnamon-flavored one right at the top. I thought it was the best stew there.”

“Of course it was,” Wanda agreed. “It was made with Mr. Sedley’s recipe.”

“Well, that’s the thing. When Wilma Mae fainted, it was because she tasted that stew, and she recognized it. So I knew someone there had made a stew with that recipe.”

Wanda grunted. “I figured it was something like that.”

Candy continued. “The stews made by Juanita Perez and Melody Barnes were both in my top three, but I