"I won’t mind. What exactly are we going to go over?" He pulled the chair out at the table and waited for her to sit down. "A couple of things. First, we’re going to make a list of people who might have a grudge against you. You know… enemies. Folks who would be happy if you just disappeared."
"I’m sure there are people who dislike me, but I honestly don’t think any of them would wish me harm. Do I sound naive?" She bent down to put her shoe on. When she straightened up again, Nick was putting a croissant on her plate.
"Yeah, you do," he answered. "Do you want some coffee?" he asked as he reached for the carafe.
"I don’t drink it, but thanks anyway."
"I don’t drink it either. Odd, huh? We must be the only two people in the world who don’t support Starbucks."
He straddled the chair across from her and pulled the cap off his pen.
"You said first we’re going to make a list of enemies. What else?" she asked.
"I want to know about any friends who are maybe a little too attentive. But, first things first. How long have you lived in Holy Oaks?"
"Almost a year."
"You moved there to be close to your brother, and you’re opening a store soon, right?"
"Yes. I purchased an old, run-down building in the town square and it’s being renovated now."
"What kind of a store is it?"
"Everyone’s calling it the corner drugstore, because that’s what it used to be years ago, but I won’t be selling any drugs, not even aspirin. It’s going to be a place where the college kids can hang out, but also, hopefully, where town families can bring their children for ice cream. There’s going to be a soda fountain with a lovely marble top and a jukebox."
"Fifties or sixties stuff, huh?"
"Sort of," she agreed. "I’ve done a lot of work for the sororities and fraternities designing logos and artwork for their T-shirts and banners, and I hope to get more. There’s a loft above the soda fountain with wonderful windows and lots of light. That’s where I plan to work. The store isn’t big, but there’s a veranda out front and I’m thinking about putting tables and chairs there during the warm months."
"You aren’t going to make much money selling ice cream and T-shirts, but then, I guess with your trust you don’t have to worry about that."
She didn’t agree or disagree with his assumption. She merely added, "I also do a lot of design work for the local businesses, and I’m going to teach a course this fall."
"I know you studied art in Paris," he said. "You paint, don’t you?"
"Yes," she said. "It’s a hobby."
"Tommy told me you won’t even let him see any of your work."
"When I get better, I will," she said. "If I get better."
"Is there anyone who doesn’t want you to open your store?"
"Steve Brenner would love to see me fail, but I don’t think he would hurt me or my brother just to get me to leave town. He even asked me out on a date once. He’s a bother really. He doesn’t like to hear the word no"
"I take it you didn’t go out with him?"
"No, I didn’t. I don’t like him at all. Money means everything to him. He heads the Holy Oaks Advancement Society. Honest, that’s what they call themselves, even though there are only two of them." She thought to add, "Steve Brenner is a realtor."
"And the other member of this society?" Nick asked as he added Brenner’s name to the list. "Sheriff Lloyd MacGovern."
"So what do the two of them want to do to advance Holy Oaks?"
"They want to buy all the buildings around the square for some developers," she said. "Steve’s the brains in the scheme, the one trying to put it all together. Even if an owner sold directly to the developers, Steve and the sheriff would get a commission. It’s the way Steve set it up, or so I’m told."
"And what do the developers want the property for?"
"They want to mow down all those beautiful old buildings and put up housing for the college expansion. Huge, ugly apartments for married students."
"Couldn’t the developers build them somewhere else?"
"Yes, they could, but they also plan to put in a superstore right outside of town," she explained. "If they get rid of all the shops around the square…"
"They’ve cornered the market."
"Exactly."
"Who are the developers?"
"Griffen, Inc.," she answered. "I haven’t met any of them. They’re based in Atlanta. Steve’s their spokesman. They’re offering the owners a lot of money… top dollar."
"Is anyone else besides you holding out?"
"There are a lot of people in town who want to see the buildings restored and not torn down."
"Yeah, but how many of them own businesses around the square?" She sighed. "As of last Friday there were four still on my side."
"The others caved?"
"Yes."
"I want you to draw a diagram for me and write in all the names of the owners. You can do it later," he added.
"All right," she agreed. "I’ve been calling it the town square, but it’s actually a three-sided square. A little park leads in on the fourth side. There’s a lovely old fountain. It’s at least sixty, maybe seventy years old, but it still works… and there’s a bandstand. During the summer months, the local musicians get together every Saturday night and play there. It really is charming, Nick."
She closed her eyes and began to recall the names of those who had signed on with Griffen, starting with the struggling hardware store owner.
"Margaret Stamp owns a little bakery in the center block," she explained. "And Conrad Kellogg owns the town pharmacy. He’s on the block directly across from me. It’s critical that they hold firm, because if one of them sells, Griffen can tear down their block, and once one apartment building goes up, the square’s lost."
"What happens when Tommy gets transferred and leaves Holy Oaks? Will you sell your store then and follow him?"
"No, I’ll stay where I am. I like Holy Oaks. I’m comfortable there. It has a rich history, and people care about one another."
"I can’t imagine living in a little town. I’d go nuts."
"I love it," she said. "I felt… safe… until this happened. I believed that in a small town you knew who your enemies were. I guess I was wrong about that."
"I know you moved there after Tommy got so sick."
"He almost died."
"But he recovered. You could have taken a leave of absence from the gallery in Chicago and gone back there after Tommy got better, but you quit instead. How come?"
She looked down at the plate and nervously straightened the silverware on the table. "I wasn’t running to my brother. I was running away from a very uncomfortable situation. It was a… personal matter."
"Laurant, I warned you that I was going to invade your privacy, remember? I’m sorry if it embarrasses you to talk about personal things, but you’re still going to have to," he added. "Don’t worry. I won’t tell your brother."
"I’m not worried about that. It was just so… stupid," she said, glancing up at Nick again.
"What was stupid?"
"I met this man in Chicago. In fact, I worked for him. We dated for a little while, and I thought I was falling in love with him. That’s what was stupid. He turned out to be…"
She was having trouble coming up with the perfect word to describe the man who had betrayed her. Nick came to her aid. "Slime? Scum? Bastard?"
"Slime," she decided. "Yes, he was definitely slime."
He turned a page in his notepad and asked her for the man’s name.
"Joel Patterson," she answered. "He was head of the department."
"And…? What happened?"
"I found him in bed with another woman, a friend, as a matter of fact."
"Ouch."
"It’s not funny. At least it wasn’t funny at the time."