Jeannie scrawled something on a piece of scrap paper. “You call me when you’re ready to book bands. My son’s been doing church gigs for the past two years and he’s pretty good. His band can play anything from The Rolling Stones to Jimmy Buffet to Dave Matthews. Cody’s a high school sophomore but has been putting away money for college since he was in the third grade.” Her eyes shone with pride. “Me and his father had two years of junior college and that was enough for us, but Cody wants to be like his uncle Sawyer.”
“Not a bad role model,” Olivia answered and then stepped away to allow a new wave of customers to view the chief’s paintings. “It’ll take months to get the place ready, but I promise to put your son’s name on the top of the audition list. What’s his band called?”
“Excelsior,” Jeannie said and then shrugged. “Whatever
A man in overalls seemed frightened to approach the table where Haviland stood so Olivia put a hand on the poodle’s collar, drawing him closer to her side. “Excelsior means ‘ever higher.’ I wonder if Cody’s read the Longfellow poem with that title.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. My brother is always buying that boy books and CDs and sports gear. Spoils him rotten.” Olivia wasn’t fooled by Jeannie’s pretense of disapproval. “Sawyer would have made a fine daddy, but I guess that just wasn’t part of the Lord’s plan.” She met Olivia’s eyes. “But I hope
Clutching her painting, Olivia wandered toward the harbor and the launching area of the cardboard boats. Her mind was full of thoughts of Sawyer. What did she really know of his private life? Of his childhood? Had he lain in his bed reading Longfellow? Somehow, she could picture him doing just that, for the poem was a tribute to the courage and perseverance of a young man. Did Rawlings see himself as that boy, trudging onward and upward through the frigid night, his throbbing arms refusing to lay down the banner of Excelsior?
Before her grandmother shipped her off to an exclusive all-girl boarding school, Olivia had had to memorize the poem for one of her many tutors. The words tiptoed back into her memory.
Haviland barked, drawing Olivia back to the present and the thick knot of people gathered to witness the start of the first race.
“You’re right, Captain. That’s a poem for a cold winter’s day.” Seeing Laurel waving to her from the dock while keeping a tight hold on her double stroller, the lighthearted mood Olivia had felt when she first arrived downtown returned.
Laurel gave Olivia a shy smile. “You seemed kind of lost in thought.”
“I was mumbling poetry. Haviland is particularly fond of verse,” Olivia answered and rubbed the fur on the poodle’s neck. She then apologized to Laurel for being so abrupt the last time’s they’d spoken.
“Sure. It’s already forgotten,” Laurel said as she handed each of the twins a soft pretzel. “Harris told me about the cliche clues. Do you have any idea what they mean?”
Olivia shook her head and wondered whether Steve had told his wife about being questioned by the police. From the serene look of Laurel’s face, she doubted it. “So far, the only common denominator is that all the families have kids that play sports and attend area private schools.”
“And the messages the thieves leave behind. What are they trying to tell the people they’ve stolen from?” Laurel asked and then sighed. “I miss the feeling that I had something to contribute to the
“Is he working today?” Olivia looked around for Laurel’s spouse.
“No. He’s racing.” She pointed at a small motorboat anchored off to the right of the end of the dock. “That’s his team from the office. Their boat is that giant toothbrush.”
Shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun, Olivia watched as Steve and two other men eased their cardboard boat into the water. Carefully, a man wearing a baseball hat climbed into the bow while Steve took up the captain’s position in the stern. “They’ve entered the Oars Only category, I see. Harris is in the Sail-Powered Race, but I have yet to spot his boat. I figured he’d have made a
Laurel also began scanning the harbor. “He’d better get here soon. The judges need to examine his boat before the race. Poor Millay’s been pacing the docks since I got here, sending Harris text after text. I’ve never seen her this anxious.”
The two women secured a place to watch the first race. The twins, whose bellies were full of soft pretzels, apple juice, and cheese crackers, had fallen asleep in the stroller.
Olivia dug a pair of binoculars out of her purse and watched the contestants line up the bows of their boats until they touched a rope slung between two buoys. She’d never seen such an assortment of cardboard vessels. There were pirate ships, canoes, catamarans, and submarines, but there were also floating hot dogs, crocodiles, smoking cigars, sea serpents, sharks, dolphins, and rubber ducks.
A horn blasted and the contestants surged forward, their oars creating swirls and white froth in the water. Steve’s toothbrush boat took an early lead, but it became clear that the vessel was too long to make quick turns around the course’s buoys and they began to lose their advantage.
“Oh, dear.” Laurel watched her husband through a pair of hot pink binoculars. “His partner said they should have made the boat shorter, but Steve insisted on adding more bristles to the brush.”
A bright blue boat resembling a congenial killer whale passed by Steve’s toothbrush and a snarling shark to capture first place. Steve’s boat came in third, but he and his first mate were too busy shouting at one another to notice. Watching Laurel’s red-faced spouse, Olivia wondered if he had serious anger issues.
As though reading her thoughts, Laurel spoke hastily. “He’ll shake it off. This is supposed to be just for fun, right?”
Olivia ignored the question. “Laurel, what did you tell the editor of the
“That I needed more time to finish a major story,” Laurel answered after a long pause. Lowering her binoculars, she met Olivia’s stare. “I said that I had to interview April Howard before I could write a complete piece about the robberies.” She looked back out at the harbor. “Several papers have sent crime reporters to speak to April, but she’s refused to talk. I’ve been thinking about calling her. I feel like it’s my duty to do what I can to stop these crimes, that it’s my responsibility, just like caring for my kids or keeping the house clean. Does that sound ridiculously self-inflated?”
Shaking her head, Olivia said, “No, it doesn’t. You’d like to wear more than one hat. You want a rich home life and a fulfilling career too. That doesn’t make you a self-centered person. It simply means you wish to share your gifts with a wider audience.”
Laurel blinked away tears. “Why do you have so much faith in me? No one else does. I told Steve that I wanted his parents to watch the twins so I could be a reporter and
“Look at those boats,” Olivia replied soothingly. “They’re made of cardboard, tape, and glue. They don’t look like they’d float, let alone speed through the water, but with a little ingenuity and determination, there they are.”
“Who would have thought being compared to a piece of corrugated cardboard could be so flattering?” Laurel managed a grin.
At that moment, Millay dashed through the crowd toward Olivia and Laurel, her face glowing with excitement. “Harris is here! And you will not
