Chapter 14
I called Honey to come over after I left Paul’s Burger Shack, since it was only seven-thirty. There was still too much to do to go to bed. “The kids have been hellions all day,” she said as she flopped onto the sofa nearly an hour later. “I was glad to get your call, since the kids are ‘in bed’—meaning they’ll be out again ten times in the next hour—and George is working on his ship-in-a-bottle.” She rolled her eyes.
George had started building his ship-in-a-bottle about a year earlier, and still hadn’t finished it. I’d caught a glimpse of it when I was at their house the previous week, and it wasn’t the most promising sight. Still, we all need hobbies, and considering others out there, it could be worse.
“I’m glad you could stop by.” I filled her in on all the things I’d learned that day.
Honey nodded and picked at the fruit platter I’d put together with an easy fruit dip while I waited for her arrival. “I ran into Lidia and Dahlia at the grocery store. Cute girl. Other than the coloring, she doesn’t look much like her mom, though, does she?”
“No. Did you notice the green eyes? Gorgeous. And so, so sad.”
“I know. I can’t even imagine what it must be like for her.” She selected a slice of kiwi and popped it in her mouth. “Kinda reinforces the desire to find our killer, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” I paused, considered where the investigation needed to go next. “I’ve been thinking about how Shawn said Millie and Valerie were serious enemies, but Millie kept pretending they were best buddies. It bothers me. You want to go check up on her, see how she’s doing?” I glanced at my watch. “It’s not even nine yet.”
Honey grinned. “Sure. Let’s go find her.” She popped to her feet and I slid the fruit tray back into the fridge, then snatched up my car keys.
When we arrived at the hotel, we had the front desk clerk ring up to Millie’s room, but no one answered.
“Maybe she’s out to dinner,” I suggested.
“Where?” Honey asked. “Nothing’s open at this time except the bar and the Taco Shack.” She checked her phone. “And the shack closes in ten minutes.”
I chuckled, remembering where I was again. “Right. My mistake. In that case, how about if we hang out here for a bit and see if she comes in?”
“Fine by me.” Honey plopped into one of the sofas in the hotel foyer. “It means I can rest a little longer before I have to go home and deal with dishes and laundry.”
“I didn’t realize that was such a chore.” I was amused by Honey’s martyr’s attitude.
“I never thought it was that big of a deal, but with three kids, I’m doing a couple loads a day to try to keep up, and the dishes—they never end.”
I could understand her feelings about dishes—not my favorite part of the job, and I wasn’t going to have anyone around to clean up after me in my bakery. I sighed. “I bet I’ll be doing more washing up than you every day—at least, if the business does well.”
“True.” That seemed to brighten her attitude.
Before I could change the subject, Millie entered the room, speaking with Caroline and her husband, Craig. The Richardsons were dressed up, as if they were on a fancy date, but it appeared they had come from a quiet dinner together. Strange, but rather sweet. Millie, on the other hand, was in a T-shirt and jeans, and looked like her evening plans had leaned more toward a burger and a movie than champagne and dancing.
“Hello,” I greeted the three of them. Honey echoed me.
“Hello, ladies, how are you tonight?” Mr. Richardson asked. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Can’t get enough of this hotel?”
“We wanted to chat with Millie,” I said.
“And is your business keeping you busy?” he asked. “You must be so excited about starting something new and fresh.”
“I am,” I told him. “I’ve been busy today getting my store cleared out, among other projects.” Said projects being picking everyone’s brains about the murder. “Have you been out to eat?”
“Yes, we ate at a little café between here and Prescott,” Craig said. “And we ran into Millie in the parking lot.”
“The beauty of a small town—you run into everyone you know the moment you leave your house,” Honey said. “I didn’t expect you to still be in town.”
“The police won’t let us leave yet,” Caroline said with a sniff. “They’ve told everyone to stay for a few days. Well, except for Jeff and those guys, since they live close by.” She glanced at her perfectly manicured nails. “I have committees, projects, commitments at home and we’re stuck here.”
“Now, darling.” Craig set his hand over the one looped through his elbow. “I know it’s inconvenient, but it’s important that the police have time to check everything out. We want Valerie’s killer to be caught, don’t we?”
Her lips pressed together in a mild pout, but she nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ve been stressed about this whole thing. I’m sure it will be taken care of soon.” She looked up at her husband’s face and smiled, her company expression back in use.
“Speaking of the police. Have you heard any news from them?” I asked, though I doubted Detective Tingey was being more forthcoming with them than he was with me.
“They’re working on fingerprints, and the pathologist was supposed to be, ah, taking care of his job this morning, I guess, so Lidia is supposed to be able to hold the funeral this weekend,” Caroline said. “It’s such a terrible shame that she’s having to deal with this—and with her husband out of the country.”
“Poor woman, and poor child,” Millie said with a shake of her head. “I still can’t believe Valerie’s gone.” She put a hand over her mouth, as if trying to hold back the sobs. Pathetic insincere attempt, I thought, even though I hadn’t thought her words insincere only two nights earlier.
I decided now was as good a time as any to broach the issue that bothered me. “You know, it’s funny how you talk about what great friends you were, how close you’ve always been, but I heard that you and Valerie had a big fight when you were in college. What happened?” Once the words were out, I wondered if I should have been a bit more tactful, but it was too late.
Millie stuttered for a minute and Caroline spoke up, stepping slightly in front of Millie, as if to shield her from the interrogation. “I don’t see why you’re asking these questions. It’s all water under the bridge now. If Millie wants to remember the good times instead of the petty misunderstandings, how is that your problem?”
“It’s not my problem, but I am concerned that the police are looking at me as a suspect.” I stared them both down. “I’m not taking the blame for something I didn’t do.”
Honey tugged on my sleeve, her move surreptitious, a reminder to tread lighter. “Don’t overreact, Tess. You know you’re not a serious suspect.”
I didn’t know it, but the reminder was good and I pulled myself back.
“Calm down,” Caroline said, tightening the filmy silk scarf around her bare arms. “There’s no use getting excited about a petty slight. In trouble like this, cool heads must prevail.”
“Did you call it a petty slight?” Millie turned to look at Caroline, incredulous. “Petty? Her stealing my boyfriend when we had begun talking about marriage was petty?” Apparently she was still quite bitter about it.
I had to agree with Millie, since my own wounds were pretty raw. I kept my voice light. “Doesn’t sound too petty to me. People have killed over less.”
Horror filled Millie’s face and she stepped back. “I did not kill her. I can’t believe you’d suggest that.” She flipped the hair back from her face.
“I didn’t accuse you of anything,” I said, thinking maybe even my not-so-casual observation had gone too far—especially if I wanted her to talk to us.
Caroline studied me for a long moment. “Still, you need to be careful about what you say and how you say it. Such a comment can be misinterpreted.”
“Now, dear,” Craig said, patting his wife’s hand. “You’re tired and overwrought. Let’s go back to our room and rest. I’m sure you all understand.” He said this last to the rest of us, and of course, we agreed.
It was a well-bred way to extricate themselves from the conversation, I thought, and admired Craig’s deft handling. Caroline nodded to us. “It was nice seeing you again, Honey, Tess.” She gave Millie a hug. Because they were that close, or to show us where her loyalties lay? I wasn’t sure.
Her words were insincere, but I smiled, accustomed to playing the politeness game with clients. I wish I could manage to apply some of my own social training to this situation. What was wrong with me, anyway?
The Richardsons turned and walked off, and Honey and I fell into step alongside Millie as she turned in that direction as well. They took the elevator up, and we waited at the bottom.
“So where are you headed?” Millie asked.
“We wanted to chat with you,” Honey said. “It must be so hard for you right now. Even if you and Valerie weren’t really best buddies, it must be traumatic for you. I mean, Analesa is a little busy with Tad right now, so she’s not around to talk it out.”
Another set of elevator doors opened and the three of us entered. Millie took an emotion-studded breath, as if she were trying to hold back tears. “That’s so kind of you.” She pushed the button for her floor and the doors closed. “We lived with each other so long, even if I didn’t like her much at the end, she was still my friend once. This is all so shocking.”
We stepped into the hall and walked toward Millie’s room.
“It’s always hard when something like that happens to someone we know,” I agreed. “I remember when a kid in high school died in a car accident; it shook everyone up, even people who didn’t really know him well.”
A moment later we were in Millie’s room.
She walked to the box of facial tissues and grabbed a sheet, touching it to her dry eyes. Her hand moved to slide a magazine to the side on the nightstand, and I caught a flash of color before it was hidden by the smiling starlet on the glossy cover.
If I had antenna, they would have started quivering. Still, I tried not to appear too interested. Since Millie was on the far side of the bed, I couldn’t see the magazine well, so I walked over to grab myself a tissue. “Even now, thinking about my schoolmate’s too-early death is difficult.” Which was a true statement, but I wasn’t thinking about him—I was wondering if I’d seen what I thought I’d seen.
Honey sat beside Millie and set a hand on her arm. “You can talk to us, you know. What happened that night?”
I pulled out a tissue, then bumped the magazine as I retracted my hand. The sparkle of gems flashed again in the light of the table lamp, which she’d left on earlier. “Wow.” I pulled the necklace out so it was completely revealed. “Isn’t this Valerie’s?” I kept my voice curious and surprised, but inside, my thought was gotcha.
“Do you think it looks like hers?” Millie asked, her voice rising in pitch. “Valerie and I must have similar taste in jewelry. She did have good fashion sense.”
“Yes, she did, but she told me, an ex-boyfriend had commissioned the earrings, necklace and bracelet for her for their first anniversary. There isn’t another set like it out there.” This was a bluff on my part. Millie hadn’t been in the room to know what we’d discussed.
Millie’s gaze slid away from me, and she clasped her hands together nervously. “Maybe you’re wrong.”
“Come on,” Honey said with a derisive look. “You can’t expect us to believe that. We know you had problems with Valerie. You might as well come clean.”
“Fine. You want to know the truth?” Millie slumped. “Valerie used people, you know? Lance wasn’t the first guy I liked that she’d made a play for—but she kept borrowing money, charging things on the phone bill, promising to pay me back. She owed me close to two thousand dollars by the time school finished, and I ended our friendship. She never paid me.”
Millie sighed. “She left the necklace in Ana’s room that evening before she went out for her date, probably because the clasp is broken. I saw it sitting on the table when I went in to do my nails, and slid it into my pocket. If she forgot about it, all the better. I figured it was fair payback.”
“You had it all evening? No one else realized she’d left it behind and asked about it?” I asked. I didn’t think I believed it, but at the same time, I couldn’t be sure the story wasn’t true. When I picked up the necklace and checked it, the clasp was broken. “So why didn’t she put on something different before she went out? She’s not the kind of person to go out un-accessorized.”
Millie shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she was running late for her date when she finished talking with Ana.” Though she made the pretense of being helpful, there was a stubborn glint in Millie’s eyes that said she was done answering questions.
Honey and I looked at each other. “That makes sense.” If you think I’m an idiot. “We need to head out now. It’s getting late.”
When Honey and I stepped into the hotel parking lot a few minutes later, we started rehashing the conversation.
“I don’t know. Do you believe her?” Honey asked.
“It seems kind of far-fetched, and I’ve seen her lie and be insincere before. She could be dangerous, but I’d rather turn that issue over to the cops to figure out.”
“I know. I think it’s true Valerie owed her money, but she went about collecting it all wrong. Besides, that’s what I call loan-shark interest—her necklace was worth more than two grand.”
“I know. I’ll have to deal with it later, though. I’m tired, after the long day of painting.” I hoped I would be able to sleep once my head hit the pillow despite it not even being ten yet. My mind was full of everything I’d learned that day.