Jim Haviland tossed a white bar towel over his shoulder. “Tess told me she stopped by your office a few weeks ago and gave you a lecture. She called this morning. Says she hasn’t seen you and asked if I saw signs it was taking.”
Susanna ground pepper into her soup, carefully avoiding Jim’s critical look. “What did you tell her?”
“I told her hell, no, it wasn’t taking. Look at you. Head to toe in black.”
She glanced down at her black sweater and black jeans. “I like black.”
“Wicked Witch of the East,” Davey said, humming a few measures of “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead.”
“We never got to see the Wicked Witch of the East.” Susanna kept her voice steady, determined not to let these two men get the better of her. “Just her legs and her ruby slippers. Maybe she wore red.”
Davey shook his head. “Nope. Black. All black.”
Jim waited on one of the tables, then came back behind the bar. There was always a crowd on chowder night, not that it changed his pace of operations. “You haven’t been coming around much lately,” he told Susanna.
“I’ve been swamped.”
“All that money,” Davey said. “Must be time-consuming adding it up.”
“I’m ignoring you, Davey Ahearn.”
“It won’t work. That’s why you haven’t been coming around much. You know we’re not going to leave you alone about that guy who killed his wife.”
Her stomach twisted, and she stared at her chowder, suddenly no longer hungry. “Davey, for God’s sake...”
“You still haven’t told Jack,” Jim said gently.
She shook her head. “I told you, there’s no point. It’s been over a year. The woman who screwed up the investigation is out of prison, and Jack—I don’t know, he’s chasing escaped convicts or something. This thing’s over. Whatever happened to me is irrelevant.” She believed that, even if Jack would want the final word—even if Rachel McGarrity’s murder remained an open case. She added stubbornly, “Whether I say anything or not won’t make a difference.”
Jim dumped ice into a glass, working on drinks for his customers. “It would to your husband.”
“Don’t you think a wife deserves to have some secrets from her husband?”
Davey snorted. “Only about the occasional trip on the sly to the dog track.”
“When are you heading to the mountains?” Jim asked her, mercifully changing the subject.
“Saturday morning.” Susanna dipped her spoon into her soup and smiled. “I’m taking black pants, black shirts, black socks—”
“Black underwear?” Davey asked without missing a beat.
She couldn’t suppress a laugh, but said to Jim, “Can I throw my soup at him?”
“No way. I gave you extra clams.” He then shifted from one foot to the other in a rare show of discomfort. “Look, Susanna, before you go, especially if Iris is staying behind—you might want to meet her new friend.”
“Ah. Audrey. I’ve been meaning to. Gran says they eat together here once in a while.”
“Two, three times a week. She’s from Texas, you know. Houston.”
Susanna set her spoon down carefully, not wanting her shock to show. “No, I didn’t know. Gran’s never said, and I never thought to ask. Tell me more.”
“I don’t know much more,” Jim said. “Audrey Melbourne, from Houston, small, curly red hair, lots of makeup and jewelry. She turned up not long after New Year’s saying she was thinking about relocating to Boston but didn’t like the high rents. She found a place to live a few blocks from here, says it’s temporary. I’ll admit, I didn’t think she’d come back in here after that first night, but she and Iris have kicked up this friendship...” He trailed off, eyeing Susanna. “You okay?”
“Melbourne...” She almost couldn’t get it out. She was shaking visibly now, unable to contain her shock. Davey eased off his stool, obviously ready to come to her aid. She tossed her head back a little, trying to rally. “The next time this woman comes in, will you call me? You have my cell phone number? I want to meet her.”
“Susanna.” Jim’s blue eyes drilled into her, and she remembered he had long experience with his own daughter and her half-truths, including her recent dissembling about her haunted carriage house and the dead body in the cellar. He set the finished drink he’d been making on a tray and pulled her soup bowl away, dumping it into a dishpan to bring out back. “If there’s something I need to know about Audrey Melbourne, you need to tell me. Now. No screwing around.”
“She—I don’t want her near my grandmother.”
“That goes for Maggie and Ellen as well?”
Susanna stared at him dully, unable to think. “What?”
“The twins. They had soup with Iris and Audrey a few nights ago, when you were at your tai chi class.”
“Oh, my God.”
Before she knew what was happening, Susanna had fallen off the stool, but Davey Ahearn was there instantly, bracing her with a muscular, tattooed arm. “Easy, kid,” he said.
“I don’t usually come apart like this.” But her daughters. Maggie and Ellen. Gran. Susanna placed a shaking hand on her temple, as if that somehow would help her organize a coherent thought. “Damn it. I could be wrong—I hope so. I’ve been living with a Texas Ranger for so long...” She looked at Davey, managing a weak, unconvincing smile. “It’s because of Jack I could tell Tess about decomposing bodies.”
Davey continued his iron grip on her arm. “Susanna, who is Audrey Melbourne?”
She didn’t answer him, instead turning to Jim. “Do you know where she lives?”
“No,” he said, “and I wouldn’t tell you if I did. You’d go over there and get yourself into trouble. I can see it in your eyes. Then I’d have to call Jack and tell him.” He picked up his drinks tray, straightening. “Answer Davey’s question, Susanna. Who is this woman?”
“I’m not positive—really, I could be wrong. The woman I’m thinking of is blond—”
“The red’s a dye job,” Davey said, not letting up on his grip.
Some of the adrenaline oozed out of her, some of the tension in her muscles released. They deserved to know. This was their neighborhood, Iris was their friend. “The man I told you about who killed his wife,” she said, pausing for a breath, feeling the clam chowder churning in her stomach. Davey remained at her side, steady, not interrupting for once. She tried again. “The local police officer who found her—the wife—ended up in prison for official misconduct. Witness tampering. She got out on New Year’s Eve. She took off a few days later. She was obsessed with Australia, and everyone thought—”
“Melbourne,” Jim said. “That’s in Australia.”
Davey released his grip now that Susanna was steadier on her feet. “I knew that was a phony name.” He gave her a hard look. “Are you going to call Jack, or do you want to leave that to me and Jimmy?”
Meaning Jack would get called, one way or the other. “I’ll call him,” she said. “Just first let me make sure I’m right about this woman.”
* * *
Alice knew something was wrong the minute she walked into Jim’s Place. It was chowder night, and she deliberately arrived after Iris would have come and gone. Alice didn’t want to draw too much attention to their friendship and tried to stagger their visits, not make it obvious the old woman was her