looking plastic chairs. Thankfully there was no one inside, and Tricia made her way to the corner of the building, but didn’t go any farther. Her phone vibrated in her jacket pocket. She took it out and flipped it open.
“Tricia, I’m in position.”
“I’m ready, too.”
“Remember-you have five minutes and no more,” Angelica cautioned, and ended the call.
Tricia folded her phone again and stashed it back in her pocket. She decided to count to sixty to give Angelica time to lure Bob outside his office. Then she sneaked up on the edge of the building and took a look around the corner of the cement-block building, hoping Bob was looking in the other direction.
Dressed in one of his kelly green sport coats, Bob stood in front of the Chamber of Commerce facing Angelica, his back turned on his office. Angelica looked at him coyly and brushed at her bangs-surreptitiously giving Tricia a wave to make her move.
Tricia dashed around the corner and pulled open the heavy plate glass door, darting into the warmth of Kelly Realty. Sure enough, it was empty. Her luck was holding.
Although she’d been inside Bob’s office on many occasions, she didn’t remember where he hung his coat and those of his employee and visitors. Her gaze darted around the room and saw a small alcove with a closet on the other side of the large display window.
Five different green Kelly Realty sport jackets were lined up on the rod. Tricia hurried across the room and fumbled to inspect each right sleeve. Aha-the third one was the charm. She stuck her hand in the left-hand pocket and came up with a half-empty matchbook from the Bookshelf Diner and a wrinkled business card from the Full Moon Nudist Camp and Resort, containing Clay Ellington’s name, phone numbers, and e-mail address.
In the other pocket were four more business cards, but not from Chamber members who had been awarded the prize of a night’s stay at the Sheer Comfort Inn. No doubt about it-Bob, the swine, had dipped his hand into the glass bowl, pulled out four cards, and announced four different winners.
Had he been bribed by everyone he called as winners? She might believe that of Ellington, but not Chauncey and Mary. They were her friends…they couldn’t have ulterior motives for being at the inn the night Pippa Comfort died…could they?
Tricia wasn’t sure what to do. If she took the cards, she’d be removing evidence. But did the cards actually prove anything? Bob could just as easily say he had them for another reason, or that he’d picked them up after a meeting.
She glanced at her watch. Angelica would be getting antsy by now. She had better get out of the office before she was caught.
She crept to the door and looked through the big display glass. Bob still stood with his back to the building.
Tricia eased out the door, her heart pounding. And what was she supposed to do now? Sneak around the back way? That would look suspicious-twice in ten minutes. Instead, she plunged ahead. She would walk right past Bob and rescue Angelica.
She walked right up to the former couple. “Hi, Bob. What are you doing here, Angelica?”
Angelica gave a nervous laugh. “Bob and I were just talking.”
“You did remember that we have a meeting with Grace,” Tricia said.
“Oh my goodness, is that today?” Angelica said. She turned to Bob. “I’m sorry, but I really must run.”
“But we haven’t really settled anything,” Bob said, not at all pleased.
“I really don’t think there’s anything to settle,” Angelica said.
Tricia tugged on her sister’s coat sleeve. “We really need to go.” She gave Bob a sympathetic smile. “See you later, Bob.” She yanked Angelica’s sleeve harder, hauling her along. Angelica tottered on her high-heeled boots and nearly stumbled but quickly righted herself and moved into step.
They paused at the corner and waited for a car to pass. “Thanks for the save,” Angelica muttered. “What did you find?”
“Just what I expected. In his right pocket, business cards-but they weren’t from any of the raffle winners, including you. But there was a business card from the Full Moon Nudist Camp and Resort in his other pocket.”
They crossed Main Street. As they passed in front of the Patisserie, Tricia looked through the big display window and caught sight of Nikki Brimfield, who glared at her. She didn’t like being persona non grata for no good reason.
“What are you going to do next?” Angelica asked.
“I need to talk to Bob. Confront him.”
“And say what-you cheated at the raffle?”
“Maybe. I certainly can’t go to Grant with my suspicions. I’ve got no proof.”
“It would be your word against Bob’s,” Angelica agreed. “Maybe you should just forget all this investigation stuff and go back to worrying about your store and employee situation-or almost certain
They paused outside the Cookery. Tricia looked down the road. There was no sign of Bob. “What did Bob say to you?”
Angelica sighed dramatically. “I thought he’d berate me for being a partner at the inn, but instead he begged me to take him back. As if
Poor Bob. He’d blown his relationship with Angelica and he just didn’t understand why.
Angelica glanced at her watch. “I have things to do before we meet Grace and Pixie.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me. I’m looking forward to seeing Pixie like I’d look forward to having a tooth pulled.”
“Just give her a chance. That’s all she really wants,” Angelica said.
Somehow Tricia doubted that.
Stoneham in early April was dead, dead, dead. With nothing in the way of an appetite, Tricia had forgone lunch. When Linda returned to Haven’t Got a Clue after her midday break, Tricia felt the need to escape the confines of her shop. She had business to conduct. It took less than three minutes to walk from her store to Kelly Realty. She just hoped Bob would still be there.
She found Stoneham’s savior leaning back in his office chair, his feet planted on his desk, staring at the nineteen-inch television bolted to the wall and tuned to ESPN, watching a rerun of some championship golf game. He looked up at Tricia’s arrival, grabbed the remote, and hit the power button. The screen went black.
Bob put on his best poker face, sitting straight in his chair. “Hi, Tricia. What can I do for you?”
“I haven’t got time to mess around with niceties, Bob. Did you rig the raffle for the night’s stay at the Sheer Comfort Inn?”
“Tricia!” Bob scolded, and quickly looked away, suddenly finding it necessary to straighten the papers on his desk.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she said, and rounded on him.
“Cheating on a Chamber raffle wouldn’t be right,” he protested.
“That doesn’t mean you weren’t above doing it.”
“I’m hurt by your accusation.”
“And you’ll be even more upset once I tell Chief Baker about it. There’s got to be something illegal about it. And if there isn’t, what do you think the Chamber members will say when I tell them?”
Bob said nothing, but Tricia could almost smell his smoldering anger.
“Don’t you dare deny it-not after you tried to bribe me not to accompany Angelica to the inn on Sunday.”
His mouth curled into a sneer. “It’s your word against mine. No one will believe you, Little Miss Village Jinx.”
“Maybe not, but they
Bob’s eyes bulged at the threat. “Now wait a minute; there’s no reason to get your sister involved in this.”
“Everybody’s going to find out once I tell the police. And you might even be charged with obstructing justice for not volunteering this information to the Stoneham police.” Tricia tapped her left index finger against her chin, gazing up at the ceiling in mock contemplation. “I wonder how you’ll look in one of those orange jumpsuits prisoners wear. I hear they chafe.”
“Okay,” Bob said, looking chagrined. “So I accepted a little honorarium for making sure certain people won the raffle. I was going to give it to charity.”
