Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries) (10 page)

Robbie’s eyes found mine and stayed steady, the hatred not a figment of my im
agination as I had first hoped.

“Bernie was my guardian angel, but he was also human. A human who made errors and bad decisions. He fell victim to the beauty and seduction of a Jezebel. A woman who might as well have stabbed him in the heart herself.”

The crowd was looking around nervously, trying to see who Robbie was staring at so intently. I was doing the same thing. I wanted to see a Jezebel just like every other person in the room.

I could hear Mrs. Butler openly sobbing from the front of the room and the choir was shifting anxiously, prepared to burst into song at a moments notice.

“Bernie was a victim. This woman teased him with her body and led him astray with promises of immoral acts. Those of you that know Bernie and have heard the gossip know that he would have never been at an establishment like the one he was murdered at unless he was lured.”

Robbie’s gaze had never faltered from mine during his speech, and it hit me like a bolt of lightning that he was talking about me. I was the other woman. The Jezebel.

My eyes widened and he gave me an evil smile. Why would Robbie think that I was involved with Mr. Butler? The only thing I could think of was that he knew my secret. But how? And it still didn’t explain why he thought we’d be involved.

“I ask each and every one of you to be the guardian angels over the people you love. Protect them from evildoers and harlots, and don’t let the task fall to your neighbors, because how well do you really know the person sitting next you?”

Robbie Butler left the podium and took a seat next to his mother, putting a comforting arm around her frail body. The rest of the church sat still in silence with the fear of God upon them. If my knees weren’t so sore I’d think I was sitting in the middle of a bunch of Lutherans caught at a Baptist tent revival. As far as eulogies went, it left a lot to be desired.

I sat and kneeled and prayed for another half hour before the pallbearers carried Mr. Butler down the center aisle. I kept my head down and looked at my feet as the family followed slowly behind the body. I wasn’t up to seeing Robbie Butler’s accusing glare again.

The rows began to file out and everyone was invited to walk next door to the cemetery. Umbrellas popped up and I used the crowd of people as cover to sneak to my car and get away.

I’d been called a harlot, a Jezebel and a seducer of men in the House of the Lord. Just because no one knew it was me Robbie had been talking about didn’t mean the barb didn’t sting. If I was going to be accused of being a slut, I damn well wanted the sex to back it up. 

It was after noon by the time I got back to my apartment. I changed into a short, black denim skirt and an electric blue halter top to make myself feel better about the lump on my head and looked for something to eat, but the lunch fairy hadn’t visited while I’d been gone.

When the rain still hadn’t stopped by three o’clock, I ran downstairs and borrowed a couple of boxes of double fudge brownie mix from Mrs. Nowicki so I would stop worrying about Robbie Butler, my principal’s murder, the money for my house and Nick Dempsey—not necessarily in that order.

“Okay. I’m just going to have to tough this out. The cheating scums of the earth can’t be caught if I’m afraid of a little rain.”

A
little
rain might have been under exaggerating just a bit. It was a torrential downpour that no sane person would go back out in. It was a hell of a day to dig a grave.

I wrapped the brownies up, exchanged my sandals for a pair of cute pink galoshes with daisies painted on them and put on my pink raincoat. I was glad I’d
been lazy and parked close to the building once I saw how high the water was rising in the parking lot. Galoshes weren’t helpful in a swimming pool.

As I suspected, there was no one crazy enough to be out in the weather but me, so the drive to Kate’s office was made fairly quickly, considering I was mostly driving blind. 

“I smell brownies.”

I had barely gotten in the door when Kate and ten other people started making their way towards me. All of Kate’s employees were former law enforcement of some kind, and they were like Pavlov’s dogs over day-old jelly donuts, much less homemade brownies.

“I only made two dozen so you’ll have to share.”

“That’s not the way it works here,” Kate said, grabbing two. “This office is about survival of the fittest.”

I grabbed two for myself and handed the rest of the brownies over before I was accidentally eaten. I followed Kate to her office and brought the camera and notes I had collected on Barry Crumb.

“That bruise looks painful.”

“Dammit. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

I peeled off my raincoat and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of Kate’s office. Kate was a big film noir fan, so everything in her office looked like it just came out of a black and white movie, right down to the slatted blinds and black lettering on her office door.

She was wearing a pinstripe suit today, as equally shapeless as the one she had on the last time I saw her, and sensible flat shoes. I guess the jacket had to have plenty of room to hide her gun.

“I like the bangs by the way. And the outfit makes for a nice diversion,” Kate said.

“Thanks. Obviously not diverting enough if my forehead was the first thing you noticed when I walked in.”

“Well, technically I noticed the brownies first. And maybe I noticed the bruise because Nick stopped in this morning and told me what happened last night.”

“I don’t think I like Nick. Nick has the sensitivity of a clod of dirt.”

“Well, he’s a man. But he is a damn good cop. He seems to have developed a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Oh, yeah. I could tell that right off last night when he told me he only stayed around to help me because you’d be pissed if I got your camera stolen.”

“If he didn’t care a little he would have let you fall to the ground and taken the camera with him to make sure it was safe.”

“Okay, so Nick’s a saint. I’d just as soon he achieved sainthood by bothering somebody else. I’ve already dealt with enough jerks in my life.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me you weren’t attracted to him when he first walked in yesterday? I’ve known you too long to not know when you’re
hot for someone.”

“Sure I was attracted. The man’s
a god. He just has the personality of a troll. If I could keep him from talking and then have my way with him everything would be fine, but I have a feeling he’s a hard man to shut up.”

“You’re letting this deal with Greg make you cynical.”

“I know. I’m just so pissed off about everything. My life is spiraling down the toilet.”

I blew my new bangs out of my eyes and wondered what I could have been thinking. Now I’d have to go through that awkward growing out stage. 

“How was the funeral?” Kate asked.

“Long, sad, boring. The usual,” I said. “And Mr. Butler’s brother got up in front of the whole congregation and called me a harlot, but other than that it was the same old, same old.”

“What?”

“Well, he didn’t actually say
That Addison Holmes is a whore beyond all reasonable doubt
, but he was looking right at me when he gave the eulogy about his brother being seduced. He really looked like he hated me. It was scary.”

I thought about the anonymous message I’d gotten on the phone and the photograph taped to my window and wondered if Robbie Butler could be the guilty party.

“If he didn’t call you by name, then you’ve got nothing to worry about. Maybe he has a glass eye and couldn’t look at anyone but you.”

“You could be right. But I’ve always thought glass eyes were kind of expressionless
, not hate-filled and menacing.”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it. You’ve got bigger problems with John Hyatt and Veronica Wade. Not to mention the fact that it’s been a while since you’ve had sex.”

“I don’t understand why relationships are so difficult for me,” I said. “I’m not hideous. And I’ve got a steady income.”

“It’ll come, honey. When you’re not even looking for it. Don’t settle just because it’s something you want. You’d have been settling with Greg. Just look at me and Mike. I never wanted to get married, but then I almost shot him and he almost arrested me and then we fell in love and put the handcuffs to good use.” 

Mike had been a detective for five years when Kate went into the academy, so they hadn’t run in the same circles. They’d met by complete accident when Kate had caught Mike skulking around her apartment complex looking for a kid who’d just knocked over a liquor store. Only Kate didn’t know that. She’d thought he was a burglar and knocked him over the head with her Smith & Wesson 9mm pistol. Mike had retaliated by taking her off guard when he regained consciousness and handcuffing her to the pipes on the outside of the building. The fireworks between them hadn’t stopped since.

“I was over Greg the minute he cheated. I’m just looking for someone fun. Someone that I can talk to and relax with and have crazy sex with. I’m sure you’re right. When my soul mate comes along I’ll know it.”

“Which is why I’ve set up a date for you tomorrow night,” Kate said. “He’ll be by to pick you up at seven. Wear something slutty.”

“I don’t want to go on a blind date. Who did you set me up with? It’s not Mike’s cousin, is it? Because I really don’t think we’ll suit. He’s an infant.”

“No, it’s not Mike’s cousin. It’s a surprise. Just be ready at seven and keep an open mind.”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds promising.”

I polished off the rest of my brownie and remembered why I had come to begin with. “Speaking of cheating bastards, look at the photos of Barry Crumb. I caught him red-handed, so to speak.”

I handed Kate the camera and sat back with a satisfied smile on my face, my feet propped up on the corner of her desk. All was right in the world of justice. 

“This is such a cool job, Kate. I have to thank you for giving me the chance to do this. It kind of takes the pressure off of my life to see how crappy everyone else’s is.”

“These are good shots. It’s enough to give to Mrs. Crumb anyway. I’ll leave it in her hands what she wants to do about it though. Who are you going after next?”

I decided not to mention that I’d already broken the rules by having Victor Mooney keep an eye on John Hyatt. Kate wouldn’t understand my reasoning. What I really needed was a partner. It was hard to be in two places at one time.

“I’ve still got open files on Gretchen Wilder, John Hyatt and Harry Manilow. The Wilder file seems pretty interesting. From its size it looks like she’s been a client for awhile. You’d think her husband would want to save the money he spends hiring you and just file for divorce. She’s obviously not going to stop having affairs.”

“Neither one of the Wilders are
going to stop having affairs. They keep us on retainer to photograph each other with different partners. And the more graphic the picture the better. Apparently it’s their version of foreplay.”

“So why am I even wasting my time if we know for sure she’s cheating?”

“Because they pay us an exorbitant amount of money to provide the proof for them. We’re not marriage counselors or divorce attorneys. We just do what we’re paid to do.”

“People are weird,” I said shaking my head. “That takes all the fun out of it for me.”

We both paused in our conversation at the knock on the door, but it opened before Kate could invite whoever was on the other side in.

“Looks like I missed out on the brownies,” Nick sa
id as he put a stack of files on Kate’s desk. “Maybe I could talk you into making me some more since I was so nice to you last night.”

I took my feet off the desk and tried to give the appearance that I could be somewhat ladylike when the situation demanded. I didn’t trust the look in his eyes.   

“That sounds like a fair trade. Thanks again for your help.” 

I
could be nice when I wanted to be. It’s just that there was something about Nick that made me want to be contrary.

“I’m out of here, Kate.
” I grabbed my coat off the rack and shrugged it on. “I’ve got the Wilders to satisfy.”

“Remember, the juicier the picture the better.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. See you around,” I said to Nick.

“Hey, wait a sec,” he called back before I could reach the door.

I waited for him wearily as he approached, wondering what he was going to say to piss me off this time. I inhaled swiftly and held it there as I watched his hand move towards my breast.  My whole body was on fire with one small touch of his finger, and I watched him smile in satisfaction at my reaction and bring the small piece of brownie that had fallen on my shirt to his mouth.

“Mmmm
—good brownie.”

There was a small part of me that wanted to punch him in the face, but mostly I just wanted to rip my clothes off. 

I didn’t dignify giving him a response because I couldn’t get my tongue to work. I grabbed my things to my chest and walked out the door, shoulders straight.