Deadly Dozen: 12 Mysteries/Thrillers (259 page)

“Crazy night,” I said.

Her eyes widened and then she wagged her tail. I figured she was glad to have me back to normal again.

I gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head. “You are so smart, and I am so not.”

We traipsed back to my room where I fell onto my bed next to a dozing Mac. I wanted badly to close my eyes and go to sleep, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was Jackson’s review and the image of that man who pushed him into the pool, the same man I’d seen in that awful dream. Clearly he was part of the Asat, a spirit from the Black Tier. Had my so-called dream been real? If he could kill Jackson on my property, what was stopping him from coming into my house?

I reached over to scratch Cass’s fur. I reminded myself Lucas said there was a protective barrier around the house, but for some reason, it wasn’t making me feel all that safe.

I tried hard to think of nice things—the ocean, butterflies, hummingbirds (which I really like), cheesecake—and I finally drifted off to sleep. But those sweet visions didn’t stick around for long. They were soon replaced by images of spirits dressed in grey, and jaguars … and Joshua. But Lucas remained absent that night from my bedroom and my dreams.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

MY BRAIN WAS ON OVERDRIVE the next day. To sum it up…

…I was having sex with a spirit, after being raised in a pretty hardcore Christian home…

…I’d gone to the “other side” to see a man who’d been murdered in my pool and, without mincing words, ended up with a one-way ticket to hell…

…My day boss was a pop star who I had become friends with…

…My previous evening boss had been murdered and everyone around me seemed to be a possible suspect…

…My new boss—the old boss’s long-lost son … I think— was easy on the eyes and kindhearted but…

…his mom was a major beyotch who had accidentally killed a famous movie star…

…And lest I forget, not a day went by that I didn’t think about my big sister who’d been missing for over sixteen years.

Oh yeah, and famous dead people visited me frequently, including pervy spirits from the dark side who wanted to nab my soul because I had the gift of healing, thanks to some eagle feathers I’d found on the ground near the location where my sister had been abducted.

Well, at least I couldn’t ever say my life was boring.

After a little more feeling sorry for myself, I got dressed, brewed some coffee, and sat down to have breakfast while pondering all I’d discovered in the last few days. I got out a clean sheet of paper and started making a list. Cass was under my chair and Mac had remained in bed.

First I reread Jackson’s article, having found it online. He’d obviously been there the day Nick had been murdered. He could have come back to the bar and killed Nick after their fight. But I’m pretty sure that would have been part of Jackson’s review. Not, of course, that he needed more reasons to go to the Black Tier.

Obviously, Jackson was mentally unstable. But did that mean his entire article was bogus, the fantasy of a delusional young man with a bone to pick? I wasn’t so sure about that. He’d skewed things, for sure. I mean, I believed Joshua when he explained about the guy he killed and his subsequent jail time. And knowing Joshua as I did, I couldn’t fathom that he and Becky had been in cahoots and murdered Nick for his assets. That said, Becky was turning out to be a real piece of work and could have very likely offed Nick herself.

What if, after Nick and Jackson argued, Becky came in, caught him by surprise, and killed him? If Joshua was really Roger’s son, Becky might have felt desperate enough to kill Nick in order to provide for her son and convince him to return home. And with Nick dead, there’d be no one to contest her claim that he was Joshua’s father. Nick could have been weak and dazed from the fight with Jackson and not able to defend himself. But as much as I didn’t care for Becky, I still couldn’t quite see it.

Candace was still on my list. She had old resentments, and alcohol can make people do crazy things. A memory could have triggered her, especially with Becky showing up on the scene. Maybe.

Pietro and George. That one just seemed too neat. Too much motive, and easy for the cops to place blame. They were bad guys, no doubt, but had they murdered Nick? I really did not think so. Even though I didn’t doubt that they would have murdered me.

Simone and Dwight. Dwight maybe, but Simone was insistent that I was being paranoid, and I think she had something there. There was still something about Dwight, though, that bothered me. I knew if I wanted to get any answers from him, the only way would be to touch him.

Bradley Verne? He was a nice guy who appeared to think the world of Nick. But his dependency on Raquela was a little over the top. Could his childhood jealousy of his father’s love for Nick cause him to go over the edge? And was there any truth to what Jackson mentioned in his article about bankruptcy?

Last on my list, but not least, was Mumbles. Frankly, I could never picture him hurting a fly. Then again, isn’t that what they always say when the next-door neighbor goes postal? Hmmm.

I decided there were a few things to be done. First, I needed to confront Becky about Roger Hawks. Then I needed to do the same with Candace about her past and lay it on the line. After that, I needed to find out if Bradley Verne had filed bankruptcy. As for Dwight, he’d likely accompany Simone to our meeting at the bar this evening. So touching him was key. As for Mumbles … I wasn’t certain.

I was determined and, yes, a bit obsessed at this point. But I felt very, very close to solving the mystery of Nick’s murder. It was time to catch a killer!

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

AS YOU KNOW, liquid courage is one of those things I am rarely dependent on, but lately I seemed to be breaking my own rules with disturbing frequency. I fixed myself a Jack and Coke as soon as I got to the bar.

Joshua came over and put a friendly arm around me. “I’ve noticed you don’t usually drink much. I hope you aren’t stressed out from last night. And…” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “I hope you laid off the Ambien.” He gave me a friendly wink.

Candace’s shot me a glance. I groaned inwardly. Clearly she’d heard the whole thing.

I smiled innocently at Joshua. “Not stressed out at all. And I really do appreciate you checking on me last night. Oh, as for the Ambien, I won’t be going there again, that’s for sure. I spent a big chunk of last night feeling completely out of it.”

He nudged me gently with his elbow. “Got it. So why the drink?”

“Guess I just felt like it. And they’re on the house … right?” I grinned up at him. “I think I’ll go back and see if your mom needs some help in the kitchen. Oh! And my friend, the one I told you about, will be by tonight.”

“Great!” His eyes lit up. “I am looking forward to it.”

I headed back to the kitchen to find Becky over the fryer. This was not a conversation I was looking forward to, but c’est la vie.

“Hi Becky,” I said, thinking I would start this off as nice and easy as possible.

She glared at me, spatula in hand. “What do you want? I’m busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Ah, yes. I could see this was going to go well. Not. “Oh, just checking in. We haven’t spoken much lately.”

She propped her hands on her hips, looking about as interested in talking to me as I was in talking to her. “About what?”

“First off, why have you gone from liking me to hating me?”

She dropped her arms and sighed. “I don’t hate you. But I think you’re too nosy for your own good, and you could get hurt. Also…” She chewed her lip for a moment. “Well, the truth is, I think you and my son don’t make a good pair.”

Although I was a little hurt by the remark, I laughed. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, Becky, but we aren’t a pair.”

She glanced at me skeptically. “I see the way he looks at you and how you look at him. I don’t like it.”

“We’re friends, Becky. That’s it.”

She shrugged. “Keep your distance.”

This wasn’t going how I had hoped. But the whiskey was starting to fan the flames of irritation, and I decided to throw caution to the wind.

“First off, last I checked, your son is an adult and perfectly capable of making his own choices regarding who he does, and does not, befriend. I’ll keep my distance from Joshua
when he
asks me to.
” I glared at her, giving as good as I’d been getting lately. Her eyes widened a tad and I knew the arrow had hit home. But I wasn’t finished with her yet.

“Secondly, I know what happened to Roger Hawks.”

Becky sucked in a breath of air and an ugly flush spread across her face. “What?! What are you talking about?”

“I know he had an accident falling into the pool and hit his head. But I also know he fell because you pushed him … after telling him you were pregnant.”

Becky crossed her arms tightly in front of her chest, backing up to the stove behind her.

“You are out of your mind!”

I looked at her, long and hard. “Am I? I don’t think so.”

“You have no proof of anything! You’re a crazy young woman, and I want you out of my bar!”

As much as I hated confrontations, this one was kind of fun. I tilted my head to one side, bringing a finger to the side of my chin. “Technically not your bar, but your son’s. Whatever else you may have done, you’re obviously a doting parent, and I am sure it’s been hard having Joshua away for so long. Killing Nick would bring your son back because he’d inherit the bar. Is that why you killed him?”

Her expression darkened with rage. “You are crazy! I did not kill Nick! I loved him!”

“Like you loved Roger Hawks?” Zing!

She slammed down the spatula and started towards me, hands fisted into tight balls. Had Joshua not walked through the kitchen door at that moment, I’m pretty certain we would have looked like a couple of crazed banshees bashing each other over the head.

“What’s going on? I can hear you guys all the way out in the bar!” He looked from his mom to me.

Becky ran over to his side, pointing angrily at me. “She is trouble, Joshua! Trouble! Get rid of her!” She tore off her apron and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Joshua staring at me, wide eyed.

“Uh … so … what was that all about?”

I bit my lower lip, hard. Then I shrugged. “She doesn’t like me.”

“I can see that.” He sighed heavily. “She’s never liked anyone I date.”

“But we’re not dating!”

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Yeah, I know, but try and tell her that. She’s like this with any woman who spends time with me, regardless of our relationship.” He hooked his thumbs over his jean pockets and sighed again. “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to her, see if I can’t calm her down.”

I nodded, feeling not a little guilty. After all, the reason Becky was so wound up was because I’d confronted her and made some pretty heavy accusations. Chances were slim to nil she’d be calming down any time soon. On top of it, I couldn’t tell if she had been lying or telling me the truth about Nick.

I walked over to Joshua and placed a hand on his arm. “Look, I’ll manage the kitchen.” Since it was pretty obvious we weren’t going to see Becky again that evening.

He nodded. “Okay … but people are going to want to hear you sing tonight.”

“Who else do we have out there who can cook?”

He looked at me as if I were missing something obvious. “Uh, I can. Remember?” Duh. “You tend bar and play some sets. While you’re playing, I’ll tend bar and we’ll close the kitchen. Simple solution.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he insisted.

“You’re not getting rid of me?”

He laughed. “No way! Like I said, I will handle my mother.”

So Joshua took over the kitchen, and I went out to tend bar.

Candace was waiting for a new drink, and Mumbles continued to nurse the one in front of him. Candace leaned across the bar towards me.

“What happened in there? We heard raised voices, and then next thing I knew, the bitch stormed out like a Tasmanian devil on crack!” She could barely contain her glee at the apparent turn of events.

Oh what the hell … I was on a roll, why stop now? “I accused her of murdering Roger Hawks and Nick.”