“But wait a minute,” Olivia said. Her head was spinning. “How did you even know King was dead?”
“Because I saw the murder—or part of it, anyway. I was upstairs. I woke up and looked out the window onto the park and saw a man leaning down. There was enough light from the band shell lamp that I could see what looked like a body on the grass. The man who was leaning over picked up something and threw it away. Then he ran off.”
“Which way?” Del asked.
“I’m not sure, it was getting really dark. Anyway, I ran downstairs and couldn’t find Charlie, so I got scared and . . . That stupid cookie cutter was on a shelf under the cash register, so I grabbed it and ran outside.” Charlene shivered. “I could tell right away that the dead man was Geoff. I was so afraid Charlie had killed him. I looked around until I found a knife in the grass. It was one of my vegetable knives. I didn’t know what to do. I could hear thunder, and I thought, well, rain will wash off the knife. So I left it. Maybe that was stupid.” Charlene shot an insecure glance at Jason.
Olivia asked, “That knife was part of a set, wasn’t it, Charlene?”
Charlene nodded. “Geoff stole them one by one because he knew I loved them. I’ll probably never get them back. Maybe I don’t want to.”
Olivia asked, “Weren’t those knives found in your barn, Heather?”
Heather’s normally open expression grew guarded. “I think you claimed you saw at least one knife when you found the stuff Geoff stole and hid in my small barn. But I never saw any of that. I practically never go near that barn. Anyway, this is the first I’ve heard of the cookie cutter Charlene says she planted in Geoff’s dead hand.”
Never mess with a librarian.
“I didn’t mean to . . .” Charlene had lapsed into nervous whining. “I already explained, I only put that cookie cutter in Geoff’s hand to confuse everybody.”
“You certainly accomplished that,” Del said. “You also managed to implicate Charlie, Olivia, Jason, Maddie, and others I’ll probably think of later.”
“No,” Charlene said, “not Charlie. I ran back to The Vegetable Plate. I wasn’t gone more than five or six minutes, and there was Charlie, curled up behind a bookcase, sound asleep. I hadn’t thought to look for him there. And he hadn’t been outside because his shoes and pant legs were perfectly dry. I checked.”
“He didn’t wake up while you were running around the store or checking his pants?” Del asked.
“It would take a bomb to wake Charlie up,” Charlene said in her old, snide voice. “I left him asleep and went back upstairs.”
Del looked unconvinced. Olivia noticed that even her besotted brother regarded the love of his young life with puzzled concern. With Charlene on the defensive, Olivia decided to press harder. “Maybe you were gone longer than you thought,” she said. “Charlie could have sneaked in the back door, changed his clothes, and pretended to be asleep.”
“No!” Charlene looked to Jason for support and saw doubt on his face. “I’m not lying. It happened just like I said. Anyway, I keep telling you, Charlie didn’t have to be afraid. I could—”
“You could protect Charlie, so you keep saying.” Olivia held out her hands toward Charlene, palms up. “But how do we know you aren’t protecting him with this improbable story about the Duesenberg cookie cutter? He already admitted that he stole it. It’s much easier to believe that Charlie killed King and the cutter fell out of his pocket. Or if Charlie didn’t do it, then you did, and you were trying to cast suspicion on Jason. Everyone knew Jason loved that cutter.”
“But—” Frantic now, Charlene shot up from her chair. Her paper plate with the remains of a carrot sandwich scattered on the floor. Del stood up, his hand near his service revolver. Cody and Lucas moved in closer. Charlene reached beseechingly toward Jason, who looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
Olivia felt awful, but it was the only plan she had. “Charlene,” she said more gently, “you might be able to convince us of your innocence, and of Charlie’s, if the evidence you have against Geoffrey is powerful enough. It’ll need to be good because we already know that he hit you and destroyed your property.”
“It is powerful. I can bring it to you as soon as the banks open on Monday.”
“We will go with you,” Del said. “But meanwhile, tell us what we’ll find in your safe-deposit box.”
“It’s as simple as that, Charlene,” Olivia said. “Jason is still in danger, and he is my highest priority. If you refuse to convince us that you and Charlie had no reason to kill King, we’ll have to assume that you are lying.”
Charlene sank back into her chair. “Oh, all right. It’s just that I never wanted anyone to know about that time in my life. It was so humiliating. That’s why I let Geoff get away with hitting me, even though I could put him in jail. But I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Jason intertwined his fingers with Charlene’s, and her shoulders relaxed. “I was in the hospital for a while after my annulment. It wasn’t the first time.” Charlene locked eyes with Jason, her best high school friend. “I met someone there who knew Geoff, someone he’d hurt badly. She was in the hospital recovering. He did that a lot—hurt women. Anyway, she and I got to be friends, at least until I left the hospital. She didn’t want to press charges. I never saw her again after that, but she gave me a signed note stating what Geoff did to her. She said if I needed protection from him, I could use the note, even if it meant giving it to the police.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia saw Del get up and stretch, as if he were satisfied and ready to leave. Cody checked his cell phone, and Raoul refilled his wineglass. Olivia felt a wave of exhaustion, but she wasn’t ready to let go. There was more, she felt sure of it.
“Who was the woman you got the statement from?” Olivia asked. “What was her name?”
Charlene heaved an exhausted sigh. “Oh Livie, does it really matter? Let us have our privacy.”
“Why were you both in the hospital? What kind of hospital was it?”
“There’s no reason for you to be ashamed, Charlene,” Jason said. “Tell them.”
Charlene’s lower lip began a pout, but a look from Jason reversed it. “We were being treated for anorexia,” she said.
Olivia tried to catch Del’s eye, but he was writing a text message. “And your friend, was she by any chance a lovely young ballerina who had been slashed down the cheek—?” Olivia hopped sideways as the chair beside her did a somersault backward. A second earlier, Del had been sitting in that chair. He ran at Raoul, who threw his glass of wine at Del’s eyes. His aim was perfect. Del hesitated for only a split second, wiping his eyes with his sleeve to clear his vision.
Cody was too far away to help, so he aimed his revolver at Raoul.
“No weapons,” Del yelled. He raced across the sales floor, knocking over display tables as he positioned himself between Raoul and the front door. Del adopted a fighter’s stance, bent forward, ready to tackle.
As if he had rehearsed for months, Raoul took a few running steps and lifted into the air like a gazelle. Startled, Del ducked. Raoul’s long, outstretched legs cleared Del’s back by inches and delivered him nearly to the front door. As Raoul reached toward it, the door opened on its own.
Olivia’s ex-husband Ryan stood in the doorway. “There you are, Livie,” Ryan said, looking past Raoul and Del, both frozen in place. “Sorry I’m late. This town is so small, I almost missed it.” Raoul tried to push past Ryan, who was not accustomed to jostling by strangers. “Hey, buddy, watch it.” With Del gaining on him, Raoul hit Ryan in the chest with a powerful shoulder. Ryan’s face turned beet red.