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  Was that suspicion I heard in his tone? About Cappie? Cappie’s a little out there, but he’d never hurt anyone.

  “Hunting down cans for recycling is what he said. You know Cappie, he’s always complaining about the mess the tourists leave. Plus, Ed from the county office sometimes gives him twenty bucks to do cleanup along the road and in the woods. It keeps him busy and out of trouble. You’re not thinking… I mean, you don’t think Cappie would hurt someone, do you?”

  The idea made me pause for only a moment. They had thought my seventy-year-old mother might be involved with Myron’s death. It wasn’t a stretch to think they’d consider Cappie a suspect. And then I nixed the idea. That was too implausible even for Justice.

  Justice looked me square in the eye, almost making me squirm with his intense gaze. “Not necessarily, but I have to check all angles or I’d be a crummy cop, wouldn’t I?”

  “Lemon!” I heard Mom yell from somewhere off in the distance behind me. “Lemon! What in creation’s goin’ on?” She came to a halt right beside me, her tracksuit in a neon orange as bright as the day, and gasped as she peered down at Abby Hoffer’s body before she clucked her tongue. “Please say this isn’t happening again. Not again, Lemon. Not again!”

  I winced. I hated to see her afraid, and I knew she was. There wasn’t much May Layne was afraid of, but she’d had the wind knocked out of her sails after Myron’s death.

  “She’s dead, isn’t she?” Mom asked, sorrow in her voice. “Such a dang shame. How awful for her family.” She shook her electric-blue dyed head and clucked her tongue again in remorse.

  I tucked Mom’s hand under my arm and nodded, lacing my fingers with hers. “She is, and it is definitely awful.”

  “But how?” She twisted the hem of her tracksuit jacket as she shook her head.

  “I don’t know just yet. Cappie rang the doorbell and long story short, I came out here to find her in the koi pond.”

  “What in all of blazes is happening in Fig these days?”

  I wondered that, too. This was the second murder in a matter of months. Our usually crime-free town had seen a lot of death lately. “Maybe Leon should take you back to the house, Mom. Where were you anyway? Isn’t it a little early for hot yoga?”

  She grabbed my arm, her blue eyes bright with fear. “I was power walking, Lemon. I’ve been doing it every other morning since the weather broke. Aren’t you always nagging me about keeping my blood pressure down? That’s what I was doin’.”

  Astounded, my eyes widened. “You were actually doing something the doctor told you to do? Should I duck? Should I clear a path for the Four Horsemen?” I teased, hoping to move her away from the view of Abby’s body.

  “Which begs the question, did you see anything suspicious around this morning, Mrs. Layne? Strange cars? Strange behavior from anyone?” Justice interrupted, his pen poised at the pad.

  She swatted him on the arm and gave him a narrow-eyed gaze. “Sure, I saw the bad guy as he was pulling out in his getaway car right after we had coffee and donuts, then we made a date to meet tonight for dinner and a movie. You want me to tell him you’re lookin’ for him?” she quipped with sarcasm.

  Justice’s eyes went soft and pleading. “C’mon, Mrs. Layne. Don’t be like that. Let’s be friends again. Please?”

  Mom planted her hands on her hips and wrinkled her nose. “There’s all sorts of strange behavior here, pal. It’s tourist season. You know that. Or are you forgetting the guy who stayed at the inn in town who rode his bike to the beach in the buff every day like Fig was some nudist colony? Gravy sakes, don’t you think if I saw something important, I’d tell you, Justice Carver? We’re not going to do this again, are we? How long do you want to stay on my ‘There’ll be no free lunch for you, buddy’ list, anyway?”

  Mom, of course, meant the time when Justice thought she might have had something to do with her ex-boyfriend’s death. He hadn’t had a free brisket sandwich since he’d helped the chief arrest her.

  And I guess, in all fairness, Justice never really thought she’d had anything to do with the murder, but more he thought she might know something about a detail of Myron’s life that would lead to his killer.

  He’d just gone about it in a way that had rubbed Mom all wrong. In my mother’s mind, Figgers are Figgers through and through—we stick together, we stay loyal to one another, and we sure don’t accuse each other of murder. She didn’t want to hear about extenuating circumstances when she’d known most of the force since they were in diapers, Justice included.

  I patted my mother’s shoulder. She’d really been giving Justice what for. It was time to let it go. “Aw, give him a break, Mom. It’s been three months now.”

  Justice grinned at her, that grin that held all the world’s charm in the mere upward tilt of his lips. The one he hoped to use to finagle his way back into her good graces.

  “Are you still angry at me, Mama May? I told you, I was just doing my job.”

  She shook a finger at him, but if you knew Mom, really knew her, it was playful. “I’m still something with you, mister. And no. I didn’t see anything this morning. Nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary. I was too busy puttin’ one foot in front of the other and tracking it on my Fitbit.” She held up her wrist for verification.

  I was so proud of her for finally listening to her doctor and paying heed to his warning about heart attacks and strokes—which she’s at higher risk for because she’s got high blood pressure. There’s not much I need in this world, but my mom’s definitely one of those things I do need.

  Another police car screeched to a halt and Chief Ainsley Burrows plowed out of it, his portly body stalking its way to our backyard. My mother instantly lifted her chin in haughty disdain meant for Chief Burrows’ viewing pleasure.

  He was still on her mortal enemy list, too. He’d been the one to suggest Mom come into the station for questioning when Myron was found in our convenience store bathroom, and believe you me, she hadn’t forgotten.

  He tipped his head to acknowledge Mom, but his smallish eyes, set above his puffy red cheeks, were serious. “May. Good to see you as always,” he acknowledged.

  Mom sucked in her cheeks and turned her back to him, looking to Leon, who had Cappie still behind him. “I’m going to go get Jessica Fletcher and make some coffee for the boys here, Sugarsnap. But not you, Justice Carver. You’ll get no morning kick in the pants from these laboring hands! Leon, you stay here with Cappie. He needs you more than I do.” With that, she turned on her heel and went toward the back of the house, pulling the key from her pocket and jamming it into the lock.

  I blew out a breath and gave Justice and Chief Burrows an awkward glance. “She’ll forgive what happened soon enough. Either that or she’ll lose her memory and forget. Whichever comes first.”

  Justice laughed, then frowned when Chief Burrows gave him a sharp, beady-eyed glance. He straightened instantly and cleared his throat. “I’ve already questioned Lemon, sir. Cappie’s up next.”

  As the small forensics team began to gather and cordon off my koi pond with the ever-familiar yellow tape I’d become so acquainted with in our bathroom after Myron’s murder, Chief Burrows cornered Cappie, who still shivered, hiding behind Leon.

  Chief smiled in encouragement. “It’s okay. I just want to ask you some questions. That all right?”

  Cappie nodded, gripping Leon’s slender arm, his face stricken.

  “So you found the body, Cap?”

  “I didn’t know it was a body,” he said, poking his head out from behind Leon, the greasy ropes of his salt-and-pepper hair falling in ropes around his shoulders. “I just thought she was sleepin’. That’s what I told Lemon, too. Thought she was passed out from tyin’ one on at Shrimpie’s or something. Looked like she was sleepin’, is all.”

  “Did you see her at Shrimpie’s, Cap? Maybe last night?” I asked gently.

  Shrimpie’s was our local bar—or should I say the most popular local bar where most o
f us in town gathered. There were other, less reputable places, but Shrimpie’s had the best jalapeño poppers and amazing fish and chips, which made it the chosen place to go.

  He scrunched up his face at me. “Naw. Ladies like her don’t go there, Lemon.”

  I’m not sure what category that left Coco and I in. We went to Shrimpie’s all the time.

  Chief Burrows nodded his balding head as though he were listening intently before he asked, “Why were you out here, Cappie? Kinda far from home, isn’t it, buddy?”

  Cappie’s suspicious eyes, surrounded by tiny lines of age, began to dart here and there. “I was collecting recyclables for Ed. I do it all the time, especially when it’s busy like it’s been lately with the tourist season startin’ up. All those dang kids, throwin’ things outta their cars like this is one big dump. Gotta get cleaned up, right? They got no respect for our dang town!”

  “So that’s how you found Miss Hoffer? You were out here in the woods, looking for recyclables?” Chief Burrows asked again, as though he didn’t believe Cappie.

  It should be said, our convenience store is just outside of town, surrounded by woods and with a single road between us and the shops in Fig Harbor. Like I mentioned, it’s a bit of a walk, but I could see Cappie doing it for some pocket money.

  “Yep. That’s what I said.” Cappie stood by his earlier statement, his lips clamping shut, but he stayed tucked safely behind Leon.

  The chief eyeballed the scene where Abby lay as the forensics team took samples and bagged things and the koi pond bubbled. “Ever seen a cup like that, Cappie?” the chief asked.

  I, too, wondered about the cup, and I really wished I had my glasses so I could examine it more clearly.

  Cappie was growing antsier by the second, as depicted by his feet as they began doing that staccato dance they did when he wanted away from a situation that made him feel uncomfortable. “Nope. But I tell ya what I have seen!” His voice rose, setting off alarm bells with all of us.

  “Cappie, it’s okay,” I soothed, reaching for his hand, but he scooted away and pointed at Abby’s body as though he were going to explode.

  “You see it, don’t you? Don’t you see?” he shrieked.

  “See what, Cappie?” Justice asked.

  Chief Burrows, clearly realizing the situation was getting Cappie all riled up, attempted a calm approach. “Cappie, take it easy. Something bad happened here. We need to find out what. But it doesn’t help when you’re jumping around like a cat on a hot tin roof.”

  “You bet somethin’ bad happened here! Don’t you see her neck, Chief? Look at her neck!”

  I squinted, hoping to see what Cappie saw, but there was no way that was going to happen without my glasses. “Cappie! What do you see?” I demanded.

  “Do I gotta do your work for ya? We been standing around here, jabberjawin’ all this time, but you didn’t look at her neck! Look at her neck, Chief. Just take a look! See them marks on it? I know how she died! You betcha I do!”

  “Cappie, what are you going on about? Hold still so we can talk about this!” Chief Burrows ordered, now clearly out of patience.

  “Aw, heck no! I’m not stickin’ around here, Boss. I’m goin’ home to make me a cross outta some garlic before nightfall. That’s what I’m gonna do, because those bite marks on her neck—those are vampire bites! We got a bloodsucking night dweller right here in Fig!”

  Chapter 3

  Everyone groaned all at once. “Don’t start with that again, Cappie!” Leon moaned, his shoulders slumping. “Wasn’t it enough that you got everybody in town all riled up about zombies? There’s no such thing as vampires. It’s all made up on TV and by those kooky authors with crazy imaginations. Knock it off.”

  “Oh yeah?” he hollered back, his bright eyes full of fire, his thin chest heaving beneath his ratty peace sign shirt. “Tell that to all the kids who watched that Twilight! They believe in ’em! They’re real, I tell ya!”

  I found it curious Cappie even knew about Twilight. Very curious indeed.

  Or comical, depending on how you looked at it.

  I cocked my head in his direction. “How do you know about Twilight, Cap? I thought the TV was a way for The Man to tap your house and secretly watch your every move? I didn’t even know you had one.”

  He threw a gnarled hand up at me and blustered, “Noreen watches it sometimes when I have supper with her. She knows how much I like her meatloaf and that’s how she gets me over there. I told her the government boys can hear everything she’s doin’, but she won’t listen to ol’ Cap. Thinks I’m crazy. But I know vampire bites when I see ’em, and those are vampire teeth marks on her neck!”

  I sighed. I sure didn’t want him to start up a bunch of hysteria the way he had last time, not at the beginning of tourist season. It was hard enough getting the zombie hunters out of town.

  I also still wished I had my glasses so I could see Abby better. As gruesome as that sounds, sometimes an outsider catches something the trained eye misses.

  “Leon, would you run back to the store and grab the extra set of glasses I keep under the cash register while I finish up here? I’ll take over for you as soon as I grab a shower.”

  He nodded, looking to Chief Burrows. “Can I take Cap with me?”

  The chief nodded, deeply ensconced in looking at Abby’s neck while the forensics team foraged around the koi pond.

  Leon held his hand out to Cappie. “C’mon, Cap. Come with me.”

  Thankfully, Cappie went without argument, and I mouthed a “thank you” to Leon before turning back to the crime scene. “Anything else I can do here, Justice?”

  “You sure you didn’t hear anything last night?”

  As the sun grew warmer, I lifted my face to it, enjoying the slight heat it held. It warmed my chilled bones.

  “Nope. For the first time since Myron’s murder and our run-in with his killer, I had a date with the Sandman that paid off. I slept seven awesome hours all at once. But I’m starting to wonder if we shouldn’t hire a security guard for all the things happening while I sleep, because now I’m not sure I’m ever going to sleep again.”

  One of the forensics team picked up the chalice, holding it as another muttered in a joking tone, “Looks like dried blood, huh? Maybe Cappie’s not so far off the mark?”

  The other guy, a tall, lanky man with long arms and legs, frowned at him. “Better not let the chief hear you joking about stuff like that. You remember how crazy it got the last time Cappie spewed all that nonsense in the middle of the station? Could barely get in the door of Shrimpie’s with all those loony-tunes he brought here, running around dressed like zombies.”

  I might not be able to see very well right now, but my ears were sharper than ever. “Blood? In the chalice?”

  How strange and a little macabre, considering the vampire angle—which I, of course, absolutely was not. She didn’t appear to be bleeding anywhere, and the chalice was positioned such that it wasn’t close enough to her body for her to have bled into it. Though, it could be entirely possible it was Abby’s blood.

  The first guy who’d made the joke, shorter and husky, with a beard sprinkled with silver, eyed me in my bathrobe and, I’m sure, my wildly out-of-control hair. “Should you be here? Are you here in an official capacity?”

  I wasn’t sure if he was being snarky because of my bathrobe or really asking, but I became a little defensive. “This is my backyard and that’s my koi pond. I’m the one who found her, along with Cappie.”

  Justice set about soothing me. “Take it easy, Lemon. He’s just doing his job. We don’t want details leaked to the press until we know what’s going on. We have to be careful who we talk to.”

  As Leon came back with my glasses, I thanked him and slid them on and finally saw the entire picture. I think I liked things much better when I couldn’t see anything but blurry images.

  I now saw the marks on Abby’s neck clear as day. But I didn’t see much else. Abby looked as peaceful as she had
without my glasses.

  “Cappie might be a little crazy about conspiracies and such, but he has a point. They do kinda look like bite marks,” I commented casually to Justice, pointing to Abby’s neck.

  Justice ran his hand over his sharp jaw and gave me the look that said maybe Cappie was rubbing off on me. “Not you, too, Lemon.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “Don’t say. Please. Cappie’s probably already back in town getting everyone het up about governmentally engineered vampires. Next thing you know, Ethel over at the senior center won’t have a knitting club anymore, she’ll have a garlic-rosary-making club formed, ready to make a buck.”

  I fought sputtering a laugh. “That’s fair. Ethel knows how to turn just about anything into a buck.” I paused for a minute and decided I’d seen enough. No one would answer any questions I had anyway. I’d been down this road before and was always greeted with a closed door. “Look, can I go in now? I need to get myself together to take over for Leon. He needs to be off to his first class soon.”

  He gave me a strange look of surprise. “That’s it?”

  “What do you mean, that’s it?”

  He used the back of his hand to feel my forehead, his handsome face holding a stunned expression. “You’re not going to hang around and ask a bunch of questions until I want to put duct tape over your mouth just to hush you? You’re not going to nose around…do some snooping?”

  I batted my eyelashes, hoping he could see the effort from behind my round glasses. “Do you want to put duct tape over my mouth, Justice? Why would you want to put tape over a mouth that’s so sweet? Add to that, I’m so easygoing and nice,” I said sweetly, mocking him.

  “Until you sink your teeth into something and can’t let go. The last time almost got you and Coco killed, Lemon. I’d like never to see that happen again. You weren’t the only one traumatized by that attack on you, you know.” His eyes went a little intense with those words.

  I didn’t know how to respond to his intensity. We hadn’t spoken much about what happened that night, but I figured it was just part of his job. Yes, he’d shot Myron’s killer, but he didn’t kill him, and while I was sure that had to have come with repercussions for a time, he’d never expressed any concern for me. Not after the initial encounter anyway, only his sadness for the killer’s father.