“I doubt it. He seems healthy as a horse. Still, maybe one of us should go look for him.” She looked at Josh, who got up. As Wayne had once said, when Shannon told him to jump, it didn’t occur to Josh to ask anything but how high.
I turned to Derek. “Everything’s been so crazy the past couple of days that we haven’t had much time to talk about the house.”
He nodded. “Is it OK for us to go back to work tomorrow, Wayne?”
“I don’t see why not,” Wayne said. “We’re pretty much done with your house, I think. You can start working upstairs, but stay out of the crawlspace for now, if you don’t mind.”
I suppressed a shudder. I didn’t mind at all.
“What about Venetia Rudolph’s house?” Kate wanted to know. Wayne turned to her.
“I’m going to seal it for a day or two, just in case I need to get back in. After that, we’ll release it, and the body, to next of kin. If she didn’t have any family, I guess the house will be auctioned off and the money will go to pay for funeral expenses.”
“Maybe you two should look into buying it,” Kate suggested to Derek and me. I grimaced.
“Another murder scene? I don’t think so. Having to get rid of one stigmatized property is bad enough.”
“Maybe Holly won’t turn out to have been killed in the house,” Shannon said, but Derek shook his head.
“Even so, there are still the Murphys.”
Josh and Ricky came back into the dining room in time to hear this remark, and Ricky’s steps faltered for a second before he continued forward and slid onto the chair across the table from me.
“What did you want to talk about, Avery?” Derek asked, and I turned back to him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get distracted.”
“That’s all right. It’s a distracting time.”
“You can say that again. OK.” I took a breath, trying to order my thoughts. “The bathroom.”
“Bathroom?”
“At the house. The master bath.” He peered at me across the table. “Am I right in thinking that you won’t let me get rid of the brown and blue tile? Or paint it?”
“Absolutely right,” Derek nodded. “It’s in perfect condition, a prime example of original detail.”
Kate, who had heard me explain exactly what Derek would say when asked this question, grinned.
“How would you feel about putting a teak dresser in there as a sink base?”
“I guess that would be fine,” Derek said after a moment’s pause. “You’d have to cut a hole in the top to drop the sink in and then close off the top couple of drawers to make room for the plumbing. Do you have a piece of furniture in mind?”
I nodded. “Kate and I saw it in an antique shop on Main Street yesterday. It was nice, wasn’t it, Kate?”
Kate nodded. “Low and kind of long. You may even have enough room for two sinks in the top. For a master bath, a double vanity is a nice touch. Although I thought you were talking about using a vessel sink, Avery?”
“I think I might do that for the other bathroom instead,” I explained. “The master bath is so dark, with the brown and blue tile, especially if I do the grocery-bag wall covering, that I think the fixtures need to be nice and white.”
“Grocery-bag wall covering?” Derek repeated. I explained the process, and how wonderful it would look once it was done. Then I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.
When we first started working together, renovating Aunt Inga’s house, we’d had a few run-ins over my renovation ideas, some of which were too unorthodox for Derek. He’s a restorer at heart, always trying to preserve as much of the original character of a house as possible. Over time, he’d loosened up a little, while I had realized that all my ideas weren’t always appropriate for every house. We’d figured out ways to compromise, and I hoped this would turn out to be one of the times when we’d manage that, because the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of the grocery-bag walls.
“Why don’t you make me a sample,” he said eventually. “On a piece of plywood, or something.”
I smiled. “I can do that. It’ll look great. You’ll see.”
Derek smiled back. “I’m sure it will. Your projects always look great. So tell me more about the teak dresser.”
“It’s in an antique store in downtown. Nickerson’s Antiques. In the window. Kate and I saw it on our way past the other day. I told the owner that I was interested in it, but that I’d have to talk to you about it first. Is it difficult to turn a dresser into a sink base?”
Derek shook his head. “Matter of a few hours work, at most. And a sharp saw. Teak is a hard wood.”
“Sounds good. Maybe we can go talk to him tomorrow morning, before we head out to the house? If you like the dresser, we can put it in the back of the truck and take it with us. And you can give me your opinion of Mr. Nickerson, too.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Derek wanted to know. “Do I have to worry about a rival? One who’s older than my dad?”
Kate giggled, and so did Shannon. I rolled my eyes. “Hardly. I think he was involved with Peggy Murphy.”
“Peggy Murphy?” Wayne repeated. I nodded as all eyes focused on me.
“Cora knew Peggy. Their husbands used to drink together. And she said that a couple of months before the murders, Peggy changed. Took a job, began wearing makeup, seemed happier. Cora thought it was possible that Peggy had met someone else, and that she was planning to leave Brian, and that’s why he killed her.”
“No kidding?” Wayne said. I nodded, but before I could answer, Ricky got to his feet.
“Excuse me.” He headed for the door to the hallway again. But instead of going to the bathroom, he disappeared down the hallway toward the front door. A moment later, we heard it open and close behind him with a bang.
“Huh,” Josh said, making to get up. His father waved him down.
“I’ll go. I should get back to work anyway. Kate, thanks for dinner.” He put a hand on her shoulder on the way past, and then he was gone, too.
“Weird,” Shannon said. I nodded. Very.
18
The teak dresser was still in the window of Nickerson’s Antiques the next morning when Derek pulled the truck to a stop outside. He pointed to it. “That it?”
“That’s the one. And that’s Mr. Nickerson.” I indicated the man who was wielding a broom to sweep a handful of yellow leaves off the sidewalk in front of his store. Today, he was wearing a denim suit, western style, with wide-legged jeans that looked like something Elvis might have worn in his heyday. On his feet were black snakeskin cowboy boots with high heels.
Derek nodded. “So I see.”
“Everyone knows everyone in Waterfield, don’t they?”
“Pretty much,” Derek said. “At least until Melissa and the Stenhams starting going wild and strangers started moving in.”
Mr. Nickerson heard this last statement. He looked up and nodded, although it was difficult to be sure whether the nod was agreement or just a general greeting. “Derek.”
“John.” He put out a hand, and they shook. “Avery’s been telling me about the Danish Modern dresser.” Derek glanced at the display window. “She’d like to use it for a sink base in a house we’re renovating. Mind if I go take a look?”
“Knock yourself out,” John Nickerson said. Derek headed for the store while the two of us stayed where we were, on the sidewalk. Downtown Waterfield was just waking up; blinds were lifted in the shop windows along Main Street, those of the shop owners who had sandwich boards or outdoor displays had put them out, and front doors were propped open with doorstops or tied with twine. The temperature would reach an estimated sixty-five degrees or so today, nice and crisp, but at the moment it was in the fifties, and I was glad I had a jacket on over my T-shirt and jeans.
“You told me that Peggy Murphy used to work for you, right?” I ventured, when the silence became uncomfortable. In the display window, Derek was examining the Danish dresser, pulling out the drawers and peering at the sides and back.