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Authors: Parnell Hall

“Where are you?”

“Over here.”

“You wanna light the lighter?”

“I
dropped
the lighter. Get me out of here. I’ll find the light switch.”

“There is no light switch,” Dan Finley said.

“The cord. Whatever the hell turns on the light.”

“I got you,” Dan said. “Here, take my hand.”

Dan grabbed Cora, pulled her out. “That’s not a very deep hole.”

“Hey, it’s not like I couldn’t get out of it myself. I just didn’t want to crawl out on my hands and knees in the dark. Okay, the cellar door’s there. Assuming there’s no more holes, the lightbulb is right about here.”

Cora picked her way in the dark, testing each footstep before she put her weight on it. She flailed her arms, batted the string.

“Aha!”

“You got it?”

“No, but I hit it. It was right here somewhere. And … there we go!”

Cora pulled the string.

The lightbulb came on. It was low wattage, probably a sixty, but after the pitch-darkness that had engulfed them, it was like a spotlight.

Cora looked at the hole she’d fallen in.

She gasped.

As Dan said, it wasn’t really deep. But by the dirt piled along one side, and the spade stuck into the ground at one end, there was no doubt what it was.

It was a freshly dug grave.

Attached to the shovel was a sudoku.

 

Chapter

29


GUILFORD BASEMENT MURDER
FARM.

“Too clunky,” Cora said.


MURDER FARM.

“Not specific enough.”

“All right,” Aaron said. “How about
GUILFORD HOUSE MURDER FARM
?”

“That’s as bad as
GUILFORD BASEMENT.

“It’s one fewer syllable.”

“It still sucks. How can a house be a farm?”

“What if they were growing pot in the basement?”

“Edith and Charlotte? I don’t think so.”

“Come on.
GUILFORD HOUSE POT FARM.

Aaron was making up headlines for the story he hoped to write if the police uncovered anything. If they did, Aaron wouldn’t know it because Chief Harper had booted Cora out of there right after they found the grave. Which, in Cora’s opinion, was somewhat high-handed. After all, she was the one who found it. Granted, by falling in it, but still.

Nonetheless, the lid was on tight. The Chief had booted Cora, called in Sam Brogan, who wasn’t happy about it—no surprise there, there was very little Sam
was
happy about—and Chief Harper, Dan Finley, and Sam Brogan were digging up the basement.

Before he kicked her out, Chief Harper had read Cora the riot act, which killed Aaron because he was family, and because he had promised not to go, a promise he made grudgingly in order to get her to open up. Banned from the house till the news broke, Aaron was working on a story in case it did. He had already banged out a draft on his laptop. If bodies were forthcoming, he was good to go.

“You gotta remember you’re talking front-page headline,” Cora said. “Banner headline. Less is more. A single word could be really effective.”

“What single word?”

Cora made a face. “That’s the problem. You’ve already got
MURDER.
You’ve already got
POISON.
You’ve already got a second killing. A new angle’s hard.”

“Could I run the sudoku?”

Cora grimaced. “That’s tricky. Chief Harper hasn’t even seen it yet. The solution, I mean.”

“Well, there you are. Can’t you drive out there and give it to him?”

“He figured I’d do that. He told me not to.”

“He doesn’t want to see it?”

“It’s not urgent. It doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“See for yourself.”

Aaron picked it up, looked it over.

“So what does it mean?” Cora said.

“I have no idea.”

“Exactly.”

Cora and Aaron were in the living room of the new addition. With modern, stainless steel furniture, more like a company reception area than a living room, it was a space rarely used. Sherry was usually upstairs with the baby, or in the living room of the old house, the latter too often for Cora’s liking. Jennifer was a cute kid, of course, but babies could be boring, particularly when they hadn’t learned to walk or talk yet.

Sherry came in with the baby, said, “What are you doing here?”

“Daddy’s making up gruesome headlines for his newspaper story. If you heard some of them, you’d divorce him.”

“You wrote the story already?” Sherry said.

“Two versions,” Aaron told her.

“Two?”

“One version if they find a dead body. Another if they find more than one.”

“That’s pretty ghoulish,” Sherry said. She put Jennifer down on the wood floor. The baby immediately took off for the fireplace.

“This room is not childproof,” Aaron said.

“I’m watching her,” Sherry said. “You think I’m not watching her?”

Buddy, who’d been sleeping under the couch, jumped up and ran to the baby.

Sherry picked Jennifer up.

“Why do you do that?” Cora said. “You’ll make her afraid of dogs.”

“She’s too little to play with one.”

“Buddy wouldn’t hurt her.”

“What if she pulls his tail?”

“She’d have to catch it first.”

“If you want her to meet the dog, we have to have a supervised meeting, where we’re all paying attention and Daddy isn’t writing newspaper headlines.”

“Don’t be silly,” Cora said. “Daddy will
always
be writing newspaper headlines.”

Sherry sat on the couch, bounced Jennifer on her knee. Jennifer giggled appreciatively. “How will you know if they found anything?” Sherry said.

“Chief Harper will call me.”

“Really? Then why did he boot you out of there?”

“He couldn’t let me stay. It wouldn’t look good.”

“When has he ever cared how things looked?”

“He’s keeping it quiet. He doesn’t want any publicity if he can help it.”

“Then he won’t call you.”

“He’ll call me.”

“In time to do Aaron any good? Dan Finley’s going to tip off Rick Reed. Who’s tipping you off?”

“She’s got a point,” Aaron said. “If I’m going to be a good boy and not go out there. Suppose they already found a body?”

“There’s no body,” Cora said. “If there was, it would have been in the grave.”

“Yeah, if it’s the only grave down there. If we’re talking murder farm…”

“You’re really stuck on that headline.”

“Yeah, but he’s right,” Sherry said. “If they’re finding bodies down there, he needs to know.”

“Okay,” Cora said. “I’ll drive out there. If there’s an EMS unit, we’ll know it’s pay dirt.”

“What will you do then?”

“I’ll come back and tell you.”

“You can’t call me?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“I’ll give you mine.”

“The hell you will. I’ll lose it, or I won’t figure out how to dial it.”

“Okay, I’ll drive out there.”

“I promised Chief Harper I wouldn’t say anything. If you do, he’ll know I did.”

“He won’t even know. I’ll just drive by.”

“With my luck, he’ll be outside when you do.” Cora heaved herself up from the couch. “There’s an easier way.”

Cora went into the new kitchen. Like the living room, it was gleaming bright and barely used. Like the old kitchen, it had a phone on the wall.

Cora called information, got the phone number for Dr. Nathan, punched it in.

The receptionist answered. “Dr. Nathan’s office.”

“Dr. Nathan, please.”

“Did you want to make an appointment?”

“No, I just want to talk to him.”

“Who’s calling, please?”

“Cora Felton.”

“Just a moment.”

Cora was on hold.

Moments later, Barney Nathan’s voice came over the line. “Hello?”

“Barney. Cora. Still in the office?”

“Actually, I’m with a patient. Why?”

“Didn’t mean to bother you. Just wanted to know if you were okay.”

There was a pause.

“Yeah. I’m with a patient right now.”

“Of course. Didn’t mean to bother you, doc.” Cora hung up, went back into the living room. “There you go. Barney Nathan’s in his office. If they’d found a body, he’d be at the crime scene.”

“That’s pretty convincing,” Sherry said. “See? Nothing’s going on.”

“I suppose so,” Aaron said grudgingly.

“I know so,” Sherry said. “Good thinking, Cora.”

“Huh?”

“Good deduction. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Oh,” Cora said.

She was sure she was right, too, but her mind was elsewhere.

She was thinking about that pause before he said he was with a patient.

 

Chapter

30

Cora snaked her
arm out from under the covers, flailed for the phone, knocked the receiver on the floor. She groped for it, picked it up, snarled, “Hello?”

There was a pause.

She tried again, slightly less hostile. “Hello?”

A rather hesitant voice said, “Cora?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Barney Nathan. I’m sorry to call so late.”

“It’s not late,” Cora said. She looked around in the dark for the glow of the digital clock. It was ten to twelve. “Not late at all. What’s up, Barney?”

“Ah, nothing. I, eh, I was at the Country Kitchen…”

“You’re there now?”

“Yeah.”

“Hang on, I’ll be right there.”

Cora hung up the phone, missed, cursed, picked up the receiver, finished the task. She threw back the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed.

She was wearing a long, flannel nightgown, perfect for sleeping alone, loose and roomy, but still snug and comfy. She staggered into the bathroom, slapped cold water on her face. Looked in the mirror.

She was a wreck. An old racehorse trotted out too many times with nothing left for the stretch run.

The hell she was, Cora told herself. Even her ex-husband Melvin was still interested. Of course he hadn’t seen her staggering out of bed half asleep in her finest flannels.

Cora pulled the nightgown over her head, surveyed herself in the mirror. Not bad. She could afford to take off ten pounds—well, maybe twenty.

Cora brushed her teeth, staggered back into the bedroom.

Okay, what the hell could she wear?

Well, bra and panties would be a start. Okay, how much lace were we talking? Somewhere between spinster and slut. Black? White? Sheer?

Aw, hell, it was almost midnight. She couldn’t be all dolled up at midnight. What, was she sitting around in nylons and high heels in case somebody called? What the hell would she have been wearing if she weren’t in bed?

In point of fact, she’d be lounging in her Wicked Witch of the West outfit, the tattered stained smock with the cigarette holes in it. Not exactly clothing to be seen in.

But what was?

It occurred to Cora life didn’t used to be so hard.

 

Chapter

31

Barney Nathan was
sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. Cora had wondered if he would have his bow tie on. He did, so at least he hadn’t had that many. No one could sit in a bar long without untying a bow tie.

His back was to the door, and he didn’t see her come in. Cora walked up, sat on the stool next to him. “Hi, Barney.”

He looked over, gave her a somewhat sheepish grin.

Cora was dressed in a tan sweater and brown skirt, simple, understated, earth mother. Not her usual role, though she wasn’t sure what her usual role was anymore.

“Sorry to call so late.”

“You already said that, Barney. When you’re sitting in a bar alone, it’s never that late.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“I could tell.”

There were few people still drinking at that hour. The bartender was attentive.

“Diet Coke,” Cora said.

Barney’s glass was half full. He shook his head.

“You don’t drink?”

“Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I quit to get married.”

“That was a requirement?”

“It wasn’t a deal breaker. He wanted me to.”

“You stayed sober, even after you got divorced?”

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