“About what?”
“Huh?”
“People are saying what about what?” Josie asked, becoming impatient.
“About you and Courtney Castle. You know, about your past.” Annette seemed to find it impossible to look at her boss. “Your past together.”
Josie climbed slowly down the ladder, not speaking until she was on the floor. “How do you know what people are saying?”
“I… You’re mad at me!”
“Annette, I’m sorry. I’m not. It’s just…”
“It’s just that there’s a dead body hanging over her head, you dummy,” Dottie broke in.
“I… Yes. Let’s all sit down and have some coffee. That way if anyone comes in it will just look like we’re on a break,” Josie suggested, suddenly realizing how likely that was.
“Good idea.” Jill nodded.
“I could use some coffee,” Annette admitted.
“I could use a shot of bourbon, but ya gotta make do with what ya got,” Dottie said, kicking her tool chest open and pulling out a thermos.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if we sort of kept a lookout-you know, just to know when someone is coming,” Josie suggested. They were, after all, sitting in a large, cleared space with an open door on either side.
“Yeah, smart.” Dottie obviously approved. “If I sit up here”-she lifted her hefty hips onto the blue tarp-“I can see straight out the back-door way, right down to the dock.”
“And I can just plop myself down here.” Jill leaned her shapely body against the covered work of art. “And I’ll be able to tell you if anyone is coming from the front.”
Josie, still at the base of the ladder, looked around. Her crew was spread out, but, unless anyone came in looking for something strange, no one would notice. Annette was still standing nervously by one of the windows. “Why don’t you sit down and relax and you can tell me all about what you heard and how you heard it,” she added.
“It’s Chad.”
“Who?”
“The college kid who works with the television people.” Dottie identified him. “That kid is always snooping around.”
“He’s not a kid and he’s not a snoop,” Annette insisted. “He’s just doing his job. And his job is to do whatever he is told to do. He’s what they call a gofer.”
“He’s what we used to call a rat.”
“He’s not!”
“What do you call someone who creeps around listening and then reporting what’s said…” Seeming to realize she’d gone too far, Dottie suddenly became quiet.
“Look, we’ve got a problem and we’re all better off if we don’t waste time and energy fighting with one another,” Josie said loudly.
“She’s right,” Jill said.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Do you still want me to tell you what Chad heard?” Annette asked quietly.
“I sure do. And when he told you about it.”
“Well, we sort of had a date last night. I mean, he took me to dinner and then we went for a walk on the beach.”
“Sounds like a date to me,” Dottie said.
“Yeah, well, he’s really nice, like I said, and he told me about himself and school and how he got this job. You know, he thinks he might be interested in going into television as a career and his parents thought this would be a good experience, so they’re paying for him to live here and everything.”
“Lucky kid.”
“Go on,” Josie urged.
“Well, he does whatever anyone tells him to do. You know, he goes out and picks up coffee, unloads equipment from the trucks, helps set up stuff, goes to Kinko’s to Xerox things, and lots, lots more. So he’s all over and he hears things and… well, this is going to sound a little odd.”
“What?”
“His mother solves murders.”
Dottie stood up. “She’s a police detective or something?” “No. She’s a mother… you know, a housewife. She just does it in her spare time-or something.”
“You mean-”
“What does that have to do with this?” Josie interrupted Dottie.
“Well, he’s been around murder investigations before. You know? And he’s also in a position to hear things. That’s what I’m trying to explain.”
“Go on. We can’t be on this coffee break forever.”
“Oh, sorry. Well, he said that Bobby Valentine said that you and Courtney Castle knew each other years and years ago. That you were old enemies.”
“He used that word? He said we were enemies?”
“That’s the word Chad used. I don’t really know if it’s exactly the word Bobby Valentine used.”
“Good distinction,” Josie commented. “Go on, you’re doing just fine.”
“He… didn’t explain. You know, he didn’t say what had happened to make you two hate each other or anything like that. Chad thinks it’s all rather odd, in fact. He says why did Courtney choose to do a show with Island Contracting if she didn’t get along with the owner?”
“Good question,” Dottie said.
“I don’t think she knew I was the owner,” Josie began.
“How could she not know that?” Dottie asked. “Your name is on the letterhead, right? And on any contract they signed with you, right?”
“Yeah. Well, not really. It’s on the letterhead, all right, but I’m not sure I ever sent them a letter. Most-maybe all-of our contact was on the phone.” She paused for a minute and thought about it. “In fact, all of it was,” she concluded. She hated writing letters and had pretty much created a form for most of her contacts, so she would remember if she had had to write something special. And now that she thought about it, everything had been done on the phone. The only papers pertaining to Courtney Castle’s Castles was one letter from the owners of the house giving permission for their home to be taped and waiving Island Contracting from responsibility for any damage that might occur during the taping. Josie had thought that perhaps Sam, as a lawyer, should look at it, but she was reluctant to ask him for professional favors, and somehow they had been busy with other things and she had never gotten around to showing it to him. But her problem now had nothing to do with liability. “Anyway, she probably didn’t know I was here. I think Island Contracting was chosen because we’re different, working down here on the island and being made up of women and all.”
“I don’t remember being around,” Jill said. “What did Courtney say when she saw you? ‘Ah, my old enemy from…’ what was it, college?”
“High school actually, and we weren’t enemies, damn it. We were… well, we weren’t friends. You know how kids are at that age. There are cliques. An in group and an out group and dumb stuff like that. That’s how things were with us.”
“I gather Courtney Castle was a member in good standing of the innest of the in groups?”
“Yeah,” Josie admitted ruefully. “That’s not much of a surprise, is it?”
“Nope.”
“Not really,” Annette agreed with Jill.
“I hate people like that,” Dottie growled. “I’ll bet she was a cheerleader.”
“And vice president of the student council, editor of the yearbook, president of the French Club, the star of the spring musical, homecoming queen in the fall, and the girl most likely to succeed according to the yearbook.” Josie realized her crew was looking at her in amazement. She, herself, was surprised at how easily it was all coming back.
“So what did Little Miss Perfect say when she saw who she was going to be taping the show with?” Dottie asked.
“That’s the strange part,” Josie admitted. “I recognized her, but if she recognized me, she didn’t admit it-at least not at first.”
“Strange,” Annette breathed, her eyes wide open.
“It is a little odd,” Jill agreed.
“Why?” Dottie shrugged her well-developed shoulders. “You didn’t say anything to her, did you?”
SIXTEEN
"NOW I EXPLAINED to you all earlier. Courtney, as the celebrity of the show, has lots of obligations and reasons why she can’t hang around the set constantly- Excuse me?”