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“You are a good public servant,” Susan informed him.

As he took a seat next to BoomBoom, the tall beauty remarked, “Isn’t the budget in trouble? I mean, didn’t they cut the municipal band? Cutting one of the activities that brought us all together.”

“The budget is always in trouble.” MaryJo shrugged. “Show me a political meeting where there isn’t hand-wringing and finger-pointing.”

“What we need is a good sex scandal. That will wake us up.” BoomBoom laughed.

“Don’t look at me.” Ned held up his hands in innocence. “I married the best girl in the county.”

The ladies applauded and Susan laughed even as she filled a plate for him. He could fill his own plate but she was watching his sugar intake. While he was in good shape, diabetes ran in Ned’s family.

“Anything good happen at the meeting?” Jessica inquired.

“Yes, well, the beginning of good things. I first gave a report of how things are going at the House of Delegates, my usual report. Then I presented your ideas, those of you on Save Our Old Schools, concerning rotating studies there so young people could learn about the past.”

Harry perked right up. “And?”

“Here’s how any new idea is greeted. First, silence. Then someone says we should study that. Someone else remarks money would need to be spent so bathrooms would be in order, the woodburning stoves checked for leakage and healthy inhalation.”

Susan said, “Do we need birth certificates? Is the city going to fret over gender?”

“God, we haven’t reached that point. This is only the beginning but I’m sure a lively discussion of young people’s gender will ensue. However, no one instantly opposed the idea. I didn’t even feel that slight resentment from a council member that this wasn’t his idea first.”

Cooper knocked on the back door, letting herself in. “The law.”

“We’ve got our hands up,” Ned teased as everyone raised their hands when the deputy came into the room.

“Sorry I’m late.” She gratefully sank into a chair.

“Big day?” Harry asked her neighbor.

“No more than usual, but I finished up over at St. Luke’s. Two tombstones were knocked over. Reverend Jones said this is the second time.”

Ned put down the pickled egg he was about to eat. “Not Michael and Margaret Taylor’s?”

“How did you know?” the deputy asked him.

“Fair and I put it back up. If we’d used the front-end loader, we might have harmed the stone.”

“I saw it when I was in the second story of the western part of the main church.” Harry thought a moment. “October 15, 1786. There were odd marks in the dirt over the grave, like knife thrusts. Or that’s what it looked like to me.”

“You don’t think the stone could have gouged the soil?” MaryJo stated an obvious thought.

“No. These were thin marks just like a knife. No one thought too much about it but it would seem that grave exerts a fascination,” Harry offered.

“Oh, no.” Mrs. Murphy groaned.

“Maybe she’ll forget it.” Tucker gulped a bit of cheese.

“Ha. Fat chance.” Pewter tossed her head, looking lovingly up at Jessica.

“Maybe there’s something in that grave.” Harry’s mind started spinning.

“Two old dead people.” MaryJo laughed.

“Well, yes.” Harry smiled. “But all those stories about buried treasure at the various estates, at The Barracks, well, maybe there’s treasure at St. Luke’s.”

Ned remarked with quiet authority, “You’d need to come up with a compelling reason to exhume the Taylors. I say let them rest in peace.”

“I don’t know. I mean, yes, we shouldn’t disturb the dead but there have been odd, disconnected things. The driver with his face torn off—”

Cooper jumped in. “Harry, that was ruled a…shall we say death by misadventure. Something wild killed him. It doesn’t appear to be murder.”

“Okay. But Pierre Rice was murder and then his Tahoe was found at the old school with a wire cage in the back, eagle feathers inside. And the gravestones got knocked over twice.”

“If someone thought something was in there, don’t you think they’d be digging?” BoomBoom interjected.

“Maybe they were interrupted or maybe there wasn’t time. I don’t know. I’m just thinking out loud,” Harry said just as the house shook slightly, the windowpanes rattled ominously.

Ned leapt up, hurried to the window while Susan punched into The Weather Channel on her phone.

MaryJo felt the wind hit the house. “Crazy weather. You know, I’d ask a meteorologist if there were severe crosswinds where that Volvo transport was found. Driver could have pulled over to get out of the wind, stepped outside from curiosity.” She paused. “Just a thought.”

Another blast pounded the house.

“Ladies, get home while the getting is good. The Weather Chanel reports high winds followed by lashing rains and flooding. Came up out of nowhere.”

Ned turned back from the window. “Looks ugly.”

“Wasn’t on my app before,” BoomBoom complained.

Susan advised, “Girls, go on while you have a chance. I’ll clean up.” She held up her hands before anyone could protest.

MaryJo took her coat from Susan, as did Jessica, who also had a hike to get home to Nelson County.

Harry carried dishes back to the kitchen, helped by Cooper. They left last, but within fifteen minutes of the others, as they worked fast.

Heads down they ran for their cars, winds ferocious.

Cooper, driving a squad SUV, hollered to Harry, “I’ll go first. If I stop just wait behind me.”

Mrs. Murphy, Pewter, and Tucker flew into the car as the door was opened and Harry slid behind the driver’s seat.

“Black as the Devil’s eyebrows,” Harry commented to her animals, who hunched down in the seat.

As she drove out she felt a hard thump behind her but kept going. She wasn’t dragging anything and a heavy tree branch hadn’t landed on the back of the Volvo.

It wasn’t until the next morning, fields soaked, some trees down, as she walked out to the barn that she noticed a hole at the rear of the Volvo.

“That looks like a bullet hole,” she said to Tucker.

It was.

November 16, 2016 Wednesday

Sitting at the kitchen table, overcast skies adding to the gloom, Fair faced Cooper. Susan was also there. Harry put her hand over her husband’s.

“Honey, don’t get so upset. Your blood pressure will shoot up.”

“Upset. A bullet’s dug out from the seat of your station wagon. Yes, I’m upset. Someone shot at you. They didn’t take a shot at Cooper, driving ahead of you. They waited for you. If it hadn’t been raining so hard, who knows?” He squeezed her hand.

Susan, who had come to take Harry for her six-month cancer checkup, arrived early because her best friend called her, informing her of last night’s event, accident, attempted what? Murder?

“Fair, I can’t snap my fingers to give you an answer. The bullet will be traced, if possible. We sent the team out first thing this morning and we’re fortunate it entered the side of the seat, the entry clearly visible.” Cooper wanted to soothe her beloved neighbor, a wonderful man.

“Dad’s really upset.” Tucker, under the table, cast her eyes upward.

“Just think. I could have been in the backseat.” Pewter’s green eyes widened.

“Pewter!” Mrs. Murphy bared her fangs for a moment.

“Well, I could have died,” the gray cat whined.

“And so could Harry.” Tucker was as worried as Fair.