“ … Killer … stood …”
From what she could gather, he was saying the killer must have come in the back door and stood where John was, firing the shots from there. So they were killed with a gun.
“Then, he probably ran back out.” Jack’s deep baritone carried over to Lexy.
Naomi stood up and pointed to something on the opposite side of the bodies. “Well, then, what about that?”
“And these.” A crime scene tech pointed to several places on the floor leading out into the front room.
Lexy craned to see what she was pointing at. She cringed when she saw the smudged area of blood and subsequent footprints leading to the front, realizing it was she who had smudged the blood. Looking down at her shoe, she recoiled when she saw the smear of dark red on tan suede. Her elbow jerked out and hit the dress form, which teetered precariously before crashing loudly to the floor.
Everyone in the room jerked their heads in Lexy’s direction making her feel like she’d been caught running naked down Main Street. Her cheeks burned and she managed a smile and finger wave.
“Lexy? What are you doing in here?” Jack’s forehead pleated between dark masculine brows.
“Oh, I thought you said to stick around …” Lexy plastered a look of innocence on her face.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I think you knew I meant to stick around
outside
.”
Jack’s partner, John Darling stood behind Jack, his long ponytail cascading down the front of his leather jacket. He laughed good-naturedly and jabbed Jack in the arm.
“I think she’s got you there, buddy,” he said then turned to Lexy. “Hey Lexy, how’s it going?”
“Good. You?” Lexy favored John with a genuine smile. Not only had she known the long-haired detective as long as she’d known Jack, but he was married to her best friend Cassie. She considered him a good friend.
“Never better,” he replied. “I see you’re up to your usual tricks of finding bodies.”
Lexy cringed as she watched Jack and Naomi examine the bloody footsteps.
“Those look like high heels,” Naomi said.
Jack cut his eyes to Lexy, then dropped them to her shoes. There was no mistaking the blood on one of them.
“When I saw the bodies, I rushed over to see if they were still alive.” Lexy held her foot out. “I slid in the blood. Once I knew they were dead, I didn’t want to sit in here with them so I ran outside to my car to call nine-one-one.”
“We’re going to have to take that shoe.” Jack motioned to one of the crime scene investigators. “Take the shoe from Ms. Baker and bag it up as evidence. Check the other shoe too, if there’s blood on it take—”
“Ackkkkk!”
His instructions were interrupted by a shriek in the doorway. Lexy jerked her head in the direction of the shriek just in time to see Millie, Montague’s seamstress, drop a tray of Starbucks coffees on the floor, the lids popped off and the brown liquid was spreading toward the crime scene.
“Dammit, don’t let that contaminate the crime scene!” Jack yelled. “Why isn’t that front room secured?”
Someone scurried to clean up the coffee mess and a uniformed officer from the front room poked his head in. “Sorry, detective. The room is secure … she came in through a side door.”
Millie’s hands flew up to her cheeks and she stood frozen in the doorway staring at the bloody mess.
Lexy saw Jack suck in a deep breath. “Okay, take her out front and find her a place to sit. I’ll be out to talk to her in a minute.”
Jack turned back to the bodies and Lexy took off her shoe and handed it to the CSI, then lifted the other shoe for his inspection. That one turned up clean so she didn’t have to hand it over, but her stomach tightened when she saw her expensive Jimmy Choo in the evidence bag. Would she ever get it back?
Out of the corner of her eye, Lexy saw Jack heading out into the front room and she slipped into the room behind him. Hobbling off-kilter with only one shoe, she was careful to stay out of his direct line of sight but close enough so she could hear the interrogation.
Millie was seated on a white tufted bench—the same bench Lexy had sat on during her first visit. To her left was a rack of wedding gowns. Jack pulled a chair up opposite her and leaned toward her. Lexy could see the older woman was visibly shaken.
“Are you okay to answer some questions?” he asked in a soothing, low voice.
Millie nodded, dabbing at the corner of her eye with a tissue she’d pulled from the table beside her.
“Okay,” Jack said as he pulled out a small spiral bound notebook. “What’s your name and relation to Mr. Montague?”
“I’m Millie Townsend, Mr. Montague’s seamstress.” She sniffed.
“How long have you worked for Montague?”
Millie pressed her lips together. “Oh, well, I’d say at least twenty years.”
Jack scribbled in the pad. “Do you know of anyone that would want to kill him?”
“Lordy no!” Millie blanched. “Everyone loved Philippe. He was a nice man.”
“And what are you doing here … at night?”
“I came in for some extra work. Mr. Montague was meeting with some clients that needed dress alterations.”
“Does he meet with clients at night often?”
Millie fretted with the tissue in her hand, looking down instead of at Jack. “No, but there was an … ummm … altercation this afternoon and he set up special meetings because of that.”
“An altercation?” Jack straightened in his chair.
“Yes. Veronica Maynard … I believe that’s who is in
there
.” Millie pointed her chin toward the back room and tears spilled out of her eyes. Jack gave her a few seconds to compose herself as he scribbled in his notepad.
“Did Mr. Montague have an altercation with Ms. Maynard?” Jack asked.
“Goodness no! The altercation was between Ms. Maynard and another bride.”
“Oh really?” Jack’s voice was piqued with interest, causing a sinking sensation in Lexy’s chest. “What was the fight about?”
Millie blushed. “Well, I really don’t eavesdrop—you could hear them yelling all the way in the back room, though. But I only heard the tail end of the fight. If I’d known what was going to happen, I might have taken it more seriously.”
“Why is that?” Jack asked.
“Because I heard Ms. Veronica say she’d stop the other bride from wearing the dress if it was the
last thing
she did.”
Lexy could practically see Jack’s ears perk up and she started to back slowly out of the room. Jack leaned closer to Millie and put his hand over hers.
“Now, think carefully Millie. Do you know who the other bride was?”
“Why sure,” Millie said. Lexy’s blood froze as the older woman pointed her index finger in Lexy’s direction.
“She’s standing right over there.”
Chapter Four
Lexy hobbled down the hall of the police station, propelled along at twice her normal speed by Jack’s vise-like grip on her elbow. Her uneven one-shoed gait made it hard for her to keep up, but she didn’t have much choice.
He ripped open the door to an interrogation room and shoved her inside where she collapsed in the chair, exhausted.
Her heart sank as she watched him pace back and forth in front of the door. He stopped and faced her, hands on hips.
“It might have been nice if you’d mentioned that you had a fight with the deceased
and
your shoe was covered in her blood when I first got to the store,” he said.
Lexy bit her bottom lip to ward off the tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. Honestly, I wasn’t thinking straight—I didn’t realize the fight we had earlier would be pertinent and I was too shocked at finding the bodies to even think about my shoe.”
Jack’s face softened. “I know. I don’t mean to be harsh on you but I don’t want it to seem like you were hiding that. Some might consider that suspicious.”
The door to the room opened and John Darling slipped in, the plastic evidence bag with Lexy’s shoe in his hand. “Are you guys ready?”
Jack pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table from Lexy and sat down. “Sure. It’s probably best if you ask the questions.”
John nodded and sat in the chair next to Jack. He put the plastic bag on the table. Lexy’s stomach fluttered nervously—she wasn’t used to being questioned as a suspect, although having Jack and John do the questioning did make it less scary.
“Is this your shoe?” John pointed to the shoe in the bag.
“Yes.”
“Why were you at
Chez Philippe
tonight?” John asked leaning back in his chair.
“I had an appointment with Philippe about my dress,” Lexy answered.
“And what happened when you got there?”
Lexy thought back to earlier in the evening, trying to remember the details so she could explain them properly. “When I pulled up out front, the store was dark. I thought that was kind of strange, but since the store actually closes at five, I figured Philippe might be in the back. So I—”
The door to the room jerked open and they all looked up to see the Chief of Detectives, Willard Eames—Jack and John’s boss.
“Hold it.” Eames held his palm up toward them as he leaned against the door jam, the door still open.
Lexy squinted at the tall, thin man taking in his blue suit coat and red and blue diagonally striped tie. He had a sour look on his face, like someone had forgotten to put sugar in his lemonade.
“Huh?” John said.
“Aren’t you Perillo’s fiancée?” Eames said to Lexy.
“Yes.”
“Then I think this could be a conflict of interest.” Eames turned to Jack. “Perillo, you’re off the case.”
“What?” Jack stared at Eames, his eyebrows dipping into an angry V in the middle.
“Come on Jack, you know we’re under scrutiny by internal affairs. I can’t take any chances with one of my detectives being related to someone involved in the case,” Eames said.
“But Lexy’s not really
involved
,” Jack said.
Eames’ eyebrows lifted a fraction of an inch. “No? She found the bodies and has blood on her shoe. I think it’s better for everyone if I put you and Darling on another case.”
“But who will work this one?” Jack asked.
Eames smiled. “It just so happens we have someone who just passed the detectives’ exam.”
“We do? Who?” John asked.
“Watson Davies,” Eames answered.
“A rookie?” Jack looked at Eames incredulously. “You’re going to put a rookie on a double homicide?”
“Davies will be the lead detective, but you can still consult on the case,” Eames said. “I just don’t want either of you taking an active role.”
Lexy felt panic clutch at her as she ping-ponged her head between the three men. Clearly, this Watson Davies wasn’t anyone Jack trusted to do a good job … and now that she was sitting in the interrogation room, she felt like it would be in her best interest that the detective on this case
did
a good job.
Jack sighed and stood up. “Okay, so where the hell is Davies then? We have a witness here for questioning.”
Yeah,
Lexy thought
; where the hell is Davies?
Lexy heard a hollow clip-clop in the hallway and Eames half turned in that direction. A petite young blonde holding a manila folder full of papers appeared at his side. She wore a tattered jean jacket over a gray BRFPD tee shirt, a pair of faded jeans with holes in the knees and three-inch tall platform shoes, which were apparently the source of the clip-clopping. With the way she was chomping on a big wad of gum, Lexy figured her for a high school student—probably an intern.
Eames crossed his arms against his chest. “Davies, how nice of you to join us. Are those the case notes?”
Lexy’s eyes widened …
this
was Davies?
She looked like a kid. How could he possibly expect a rookie to handle something as complicated as a murder case? Lexy exchanged a panicked look with Jack and he put his hand over hers.
“Don’t worry, everything will turn out okay,” he reassured her.
“Of course it will. Davies here can handle everything just fine,” Eames said and then looked pointedly at Davies. “Right, Davies?”
Lexy watched in amazement as Davies blew a gigantic pink bubble with her gum. It popped with a snap then she sucked the overflow back into her mouth.
“Are you kidding? This one is gonna be a piece of cake.” She waved the file she had in her hand around in front of her. “According to this, the suspect had a violent argument with the victim, then later on she was found at the scene of the crime with the victim’s blood all over her. I’d say this one’s a slam dunk.”
Davies shoved her way past Eames and tossed the file on the table.
“In fact, I can probably close this case tonight.” She put her palms on the table and leaned toward Lexy, her baby blue eyes glinting like the cold steel of a switchblade. “Because it’s obvious to me we have our killer sitting right here.”
Chapter Five
Lexy rang the buzzer for Nans’ apartment at the
Brooke Ridge Retirement Center
and leaned against the wall while she waited for her grandmother to buzz her in. She was exhausted from the night before when Davies had kept her at the police station for hours, drilling her with a battery of inane questions. The blonde detective seemed convinced Lexy was the killer and was obviously disappointed when Eames had to tell her to let Lexy go, as they had no real evidence to hold her on.
Lexy needed a pick-me-up this morning before she opened her bakery, and Nans’ extra strong coffee was just the thing. Plus she knew that Nans and The Ladies Detective Club would be dying to hear all the details … and judging by Davies fervor to pin the murders on her, Lexy figured she was going to need their help to find the real killer.
A garbled voice, which Lexy assumed was Nans, muttered gibberish over the intercom and Lexy pressed the button to talk.
“Nans? It’s Lexy.”