Underlying the pleasant banter was the tension, for Chase, of knowing that, sometime during the evening, she would confront him about what had happened on Wednesday. Mike held the car door for her and they strolled through the parking lot in the soft twilight to the bright lights of the restaurant.
It was set up for the boat crowd, with a dock where boaters could moor their crafts and jump out and eat in bathing suits in the summertime. Now, with autumn upon them, the boaters were outnumbered by diners wearing considerably more clothing.
They were shown to indoor seats overlooking the water of the West Arm Bay of Lake Minnetonka. Mike ordered a half carafe of chardonnay and they sipped as the sun set in a spectacular array of golds and bronzes over the barely rippling water, calmed for dusk.
After a platter of selected artisan cheeses and charcuterie, and a second glass of wine, Chase felt brave enough to carry out her intended interrogation.
“So, tell me something.”
Mike gave her a sharp look. Something in her tone had alerted him that her question might not be casual. “Okay,” he said. “Tell you what?”
“When we were on the phone, your next appointment was just showing up, you said.”
“This was on Wednesday?”
“Yes, the day I found Hilda Bjorn unconscious on her kitchen floor.”
“I remember. I hung up because I heard the front door open.”
Chase had heard the noise over the phone. “You said your next appointment was there.”
Mike nodded and took another sip of wine. Or was it a gulp? Did he have a guilty conscience? Was he actually meeting the redhead at his office?
“So, if you had an appointment, how did you get to Hilda’s house so quickly? You were there right after I got to her place.”
“My next appointment didn’t show up. The front door was the postman delivering my mail.”
Just as Anna had said. Chase let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. No redheaded assignation. At least not that day, at that time.
“I left to come home for lunch soon after we hung up and I saw the commotion right away. Somehow, every time there’s commotion on my street, you’re involved. I guess that’s why I decided to check out what was going on.” He grinned. “Sure enough, there you were, in the thick of it. You and Quincy.”
The waiter arrived to take their entrée orders. After Mike ordered king crab legs for them to split, with Caesar salads to start, Chase gave him a big smile. “You know, I’m very glad you did show up. I don’t know what to do with Quincy every time I get arrested.”
Mike frowned. “Do the police seriously suspect you had anything to do with that poor woman’s attack?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes the detective acts like he does, and sometimes he acts like he doesn’t. But he keeps questioning me.”
“I don’t like that one bit.”
“I don’t either!” She toyed with her wineglass as another thought occurred. “I don’t understand how the police got there just seconds after I dialed nine one one at Hilda’s house.”
“When I got there, I heard Hilda’s neighbor, the guy who rides the bike—”
“Professor Fear?”
“Yes, that’s him. He was talking to a policeman in front of the house. He said he’d called when he saw a suspicious person run out the back door.”
“The attacker! And not me either.”
Later, after Mike had dropped her off—without a good night kiss again—Chase wondered if she should have pursued her question further. She was satisfied that his reason for being in the vicinity when she found Hilda was innocent, but what about the woman he’d hugged on his front porch? Was that innocent?
Sunday started off slowly. The shop had only a half-dozen customers before noon. Vi wandered into the kitchen between the trickles to chat with Chase and Anna. Anna had quit baking for the day since there was enough stock if this lack of volume kept up. Chase was caught up in the office, so the three of them sipped iced teas at the island counter.
“Are you still hanging around with Shaun?” Anna asked.
Chase was glad Anna brought that up, because she wanted to—but, at the same time, didn’t want to. The less she said about Mr. Everly, the better.
“He’s been very good to me.” Did she sound defensive? “We get along well together.”
“That’s nice.” Anna had a way of making it sound not . . . nice.
Vi grimaced. “I am sorry I ever introduced him to Mr. Iversen, though.”
Chase choked on her tea. “You . . . introduced them to each other?” Vi must have forgotten she’d told Chase she didn’t know Mr. Iversen.
“I wish I hadn’t. Shaun was stringing Iversen along, just like Gabe did. And now I don’t know . . . well, I wonder if he had anything to do with what happened to Iversen.”
“What do you mean, ‘stringing him along’?” Chase asked. “How was Shaun doing that?”
“He was pretending he had a lot of money to invest in buying your shop. Heck, Shaun’s always bragging to me about how much money he has, but I don’t believe him. He’d take me to nicer places if he was rolling in dough.”
“And Gabe?” Anna said. “He was stringing Iversen along, too? The same way?”
“Sure. Gabe told him he could go halves with Iversen’s investor to buy this place.” Vi swept her arm around the room. “Make me laugh! Gabe didn’t have anything. His wife is the one with the money. She was leaving him high and dry.”
“How do you know all this?” Chase said.
“Torvald told me all about Gabe. He was getting fed up with him and had discovered he wouldn’t be able to hold up his end of their bargain. That was just before Gabe got killed.”
Chase was back to thinking that Torvald must have murdered Gabe, not that she’d ever been very far from that thought. “What about Shaun?”
“Shaun hasn’t told me he doesn’t have the money. But I’ve heard him telling Iversen how wealthy he is, how wealthy his father is, his uncle, his whole family. If they were all so loaded, I’d like to know why I don’t get better jewelry from him. Look at this.” Vi stretched out her right hand to display a ring with a bright blue stone.
“It’s pretty,” said Anna, leaning forward to see it better.
“It’s tiny.” Vi regarded her hand solemnly. “And it’s crystal, cheap.”
It was small, and probably hadn’t cost much, Chase thought. But it was one more piece of jewelry than Shaun had ever bought her.
“It doesn’t matter that much. I think he’s two-timing me, anyway.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to move too fast,” Anna said. “Some men like to take things slow.”
“He’s quick enough to tell lies about me to everyone he sees,” said Chase. “Be careful with him, Vi. He’s a snake.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t believe half of what he says. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can, dear.” Anna patted the hand that bore the cheap, tiny-stoned ring. “I believe I heard the front door.”
“Finally.” Vi jumped off the stool and went to the front to sell dessert bars.
“I’m bored,” Anna said. “I think I’ll try out a new recipe.”
She rummaged in the cupboards, clanging her metal bowls and equipment onto the granite counter and pulling out bins of flour and sugar. Then she went through the cupboards again, ending up on her knees.
“What are you looking for?” asked Chase.
“My little blue marble rolling pin, my favorite one.”
“You were using it the other day, weren’t you? On Wednesday? It couldn’t be too far back.”
“You’d think so.”
Chase joined her, taking everything out of the cupboards methodically and putting it away.
Anna sat back on her heels. “It’s not here.”
Chase had to agree. “Did you take it home?”