probably be the easiest. She has an electric rice cooker, too, doesn't she?'
'She does, indeed,” Mavis replied. “Do you need anything else before I get started?'
She brought Harriet a glass of water then went back to the kitchen to prepare their meal. Lauren arrived a few minutes later.
'Door's open,” Harriet called at the knock on the front door.
'Show me what you've got,” she said without preamble.
Harriet refreshed the screen and turned it toward her, and she read in silence for a few moments.
'I don't know, Harriet. The dates do fit, but this picture could be anyone.'
'But you agree it could be Iloai?'
'It could. Let me see if I can sharpen this up a little.” She e-mailed the picture to herself then pulled her own full-sized laptop from her shoulder bag. She turned it on and booted it up.
'Do you know the password to your aunt's wireless?” she asked Harriet.
'Quiltbag,” Mavis called out from the kitchen.
Harriet and Lauren were silent for a moment, and then both burst out laughing as Lauren keyed in the code. Her fingers flew over the keys then stopped. She stared at the screen and chewed on her bottom lip. She tapped a few more keys then turned her computer toward Harriet.
'This is as good as I can get it without additional software that I don't have on my laptop. I don't think we'll need to do that, though.'
Harriet looked. Lauren was right. The sharper image showed a child that could be a twin to Iloai.
'Wow,” she said. “This definitely complicates things.'
'Makes you wonder exactly what Joseph's been up to all these years, doesn't it?” Lauren said.
'It makes me wonder how we're going to break the news to DeAnn and her family.'
'Easy,” Lauren said. “We're not going to break anything to anybody. That's not our job.'
'We can't just sit on this,” Harriet argued.
'It must be a real burden running the whole world,” Lauren said.
'Are you suggesting we ignore this?'
'Of course not, I'm not heartless. I just have my ego in check.'
'So?'
'So, we show this to the detective. Someone needs to verify it, and then someone needs to arrest our buddy Joseph.'
'It's so hard to believe Joseph could do that to DeAnn and then come around asking the Loose Threads to make quilts for him a week later.'
'Hello! It's the baby he did something to. DeAnn's known the kid for…what? A week? The poor kid got ripped from what looks like a large loving family, and who knows when that actually happened.'
'I thought we agreed the dates matched between the family's missing child report and DeAnn's adoption.'
'Those dates match, but according to the internet, these child theft scams usually involve some sort of school or healthcare deception. The family thinks their child is going to a larger clinic for some bogus health problem, or going for special evaluation or schooling in a larger city. They have every expectation their child will return in a few days or a few weeks, if not months. By the time the family realizes their child is actually missing, a lot of time has passed and the trail is cold.'
'Are you ladies ready for an appetizer?” Mavis asked from the kitchen, and before Harriet or Lauren could answer, she brought a plate that held small slices of smoked Gouda cheese, water crackers and a small bunch of grapes.
'This should hold you until dinner's ready, which shouldn't be too much longer. If Aiden calls, tell him I've got enough for him, too.'
Aiden did call just as they were sitting down to eat. He assured Harriet he could be there before they had their napkins unfolded. Mavis dished up a plate for him and put it in the oven to keep warm, but he arrived before the women were half through with their meal.
'Things are pretty calm over at your place,” he said to Harriet when he was seated at the table. “Your aunt was going to leave a half-hour after I did. The police figure Joseph will wait until he thinks ‘Harriet’ is alone.'
'Is this where the party is?” Aunt Beth asked as she let herself in the front door a short while later. “I was booted off the quilting machine for the night by Harriet's clone.'
'I told them the police are trying to sweeten the trap for Joseph,” Aiden said. “If he's bought the clone act, he needs to think she's alone.'
'The real action's been over here, anyway,” Lauren said. She proceeded to explain what she and Harriet had uncovered about DeAnn's new daughter.
'That's bizarre,” Aunt Beth said when Lauren had finished the story.
Aiden pulled Aunt Beth's step stool from its place in her broom closet and unfolded it next to Harriet's chair.
'Slide around here and put your bad foot up on this. If we're going to sit out here, you need to keep your ankle elevated.'
'Does anyone else think it's weird that we have two baby dramas going on at the same time in one small town?” Harriet asked when she was settled. “Frankly, the odds of having two murders and two baby situations at the same time have to be astronomical.'
'You've been a one-woman crime wave since you moved back to Foggy Point,” Lauren offered. Mavis glared at her until she looked away. “You can't tell me it hasn't crossed anyone else's mind,” she muttered without looking up.
'Beth and I had the same conversation the day before yesterday,” Mavis said referring to Harriet's comment. “You're right-the chances of adoption fraud, a baby con and two murders happening at the same time and not being connected are pretty small. The problem is, no matter how we rearranged what we knew, we couldn't get the dots to connect.'
'There has to be a connection between Neelie, Rodney and Joseph, but what it is-or was-is anyone's guess,” Harriet said. “I heard her arguing on the phone with someone when she was staying at Aiden's, but after I met Rodney, I assumed it was him. I suppose it could have been Joseph.'
'I can look him up on the internet and see what I can find out about him,” Lauren offered. “It'll take a little while, though.'
'If Neelie was in foster care here, I suppose it's possible she and Joseph knew each other before she turned eighteen,” Harriet said.
'She would have been underage when they had whatever relationship they had,” Aiden pointed out.
'That's creepy,” Harriet said.
'Anyone want tea or coffee?” Aunt Beth asked.
Everyone stated their preference and retreated to the living room except Mavis, who was clearing the table and loading the dishwasher while Beth made coffee and the beverages.
'So, Iloai really was stolen?” Aiden said when he finished looking at Lauren's sharpened photo. “Wow.'
Harriet's phone rang, and she struggled to twist around and reach it off the end table. Aiden picked it up and held it out to her.
'Hello,” she said after she'd keyed it on. She listened in silence. “Okay, thanks,” she said. “Sure, we'll be up.” She ended the call and looked at her assembled friends.
'They caught Joseph,” she said.
'What?” Aunt Beth said. “Who was that?'
'It was Detective Morse. She didn't have time to talk, but she wanted us to know Joseph is in custody and it's safe to return to my house. As they expected, he approached the studio a short while after you all left, and they apparently grabbed him without incident.'
'What a relief,” Mavis said. “Now we can concentrate on getting our quilts done.'
'Did he say anything?” Aiden asked.
'If he did, she didn't tell me. She said she'd call back in a couple of hours if we were still going to be up. I told her we would be.'
'I'm going back over to the studio, then,” Beth said. “Phyl's quilt isn't difficult, but time is getting short. I can
