Cornwall and Redfern Mysteries 2-Book Bundle. Gloria Ferris

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      During our conversation in the alley this afternoon, I had offered Andrea the swamp back and she hadn’t reacted. Was that legal training or ignorance?

      In bed with my face resting against the bat, I felt a faint stirring of hope. Nothing concrete, but the beginnings of a plan. The Weasels were not going to make the giant leap to Parliament Hill by stepping on my neck. Not without a fight.

      Maybe the universe wasn’t giving me the finger after all. Maybe I had been given a sign.

      Chapter

       FOURTEEN

      Tuesday I got fired.

      Allison Seymour, the town librarian, interrupted her vacation to come in and hand me a letter. The board regretted that, due to financial constraints, they were forced to cut back part-time staff.

      “I’m really sorry about this, Bliss. Walt Sheffield dropped this off at my place last night and directed me to give it to you this morning. I didn’t know anything about it, honestly.”

      Walt was the Library Board head and a major butt-kisser. I saw the Weasel’s hand all over this. As the mayor, Mike would only need to put a word in Walt’s ear and, poof, one troublesome ex-wife gone. Andrea was on the board, too. It was a wonder it hadn’t happened sooner.

      “Listen, Bliss, you have two weeks’ notice, so that will give you time to find another job. I’ll give you an excellent reference, and you can take time off for interviews if you want.”

      I could have fought it. I had seniority, but who would I complain to? Certainly not the municipal leaders. The Ministry of Labour? If the paperwork didn’t kill me, the phone bills would.

      I thought about options. There were none. Finally, I said, “I think, Allison, instead of putting in the two weeks, I’ll just leave now. I’ll start job-hunting immediately.”

      “Wait, but Bliss! You have to stay for two weeks. I’m on vacation and so is Cheryl. Bailey can’t cover the library alone.”

      I opened my desk drawer and looked in. Funny, there was nothing personal in it, not a photograph, not a lipstick, or a Band-Aid. I closed it again. Picking up my purse, I walked toward the coat room where I gathered up my boots and jacket. Allison followed me, wringing her hands.

      “Bliss, you know that if you leave now, the board won’t give you any severance pay.”

      I said to Allison. “I won’t get any severance at the end of two weeks either. I believe the library owes me for last week, yesterday, and three hours for today. You can mail it to me.”

      In the parking lot, I was snapping on my helmet when a tall shadow blocked out the sun. I looked up to see Thea Vanderbloom, cap tucked under her arm and mirrored sunglasses folded into her breast pocket. Without the glasses, I could see she had pretty eyes, dark grey, with thick, curled lashes.

      “Hey, Moonbeam, where are you off to?”

      “No place in particular. I’ve just been fired.” For some reason, I handed her the letter and removed my helmet again. My head felt like it was going to explode. Maybe from anger, maybe from fear, I couldn’t tell.

      “That’s cold. I suppose the mayor is behind it.” She handed back the letter while I looked at her in surprise.

      “No doubt in my mind, but how did you know?”

      “Hah! Everyone knows about what happened to you. Mike Bains is pretty slick. So where are you going, really?”

      “I guess I’m as free as a bird, so if you’ve come to arrest me, I’ve nowhere else to be at the moment. Break out the handcuffs.”

      Officer Vanderbloom slapped me on my bad shoulder so hard I almost flew over the seat of my bike. “I’ve met my arrest quota for the month. Since you aren’t doing anything, how about I buy you a cup of coffee?”

      Why not?

      “I’m here on a goodwill mission,” she said, once we were seated in a corner booth at the back of the Mason Jar Cafe, next door to the police station.

      After the waitress laid our coffee cups on the table, I set to work opening two packets of sugar and three 18 percent creamers. I needed the calories. Officer Vanderbloom watched and, when I had finished stirring and took my first sip, she tried again.

      “Are you with me, Moonbeam?”

      “Oh, sure, sorry. What did you want to say, Officer Vanderbloom?”

      “Call me Thea. Okay, Neil sent me on a, well, kind of diplomatic mission to smooth the waters with you.”

      “Pardon?”

      “Oh, brother, he’s such a guy sometimes. He thinks I’ll automatically know the right thing to say to another woman.”

      I took another cautious sip of my coffee but found that, thanks to the three creamers, it was lukewarm.

       I took a bigger swig. “I don’t think I follow you, Thea.”

      “Okay, the heck with it. I’ll just say it in my own way, which is probably not subtle but will save time. Neil says that every time he tries to talk to you, you either puke on him or cry. Or yell. You have him on the run, so he sent me to say you aren’t a suspect in Julian Barnfeather’s death, and we don’t think you’re dealing drugs.”

      “I don’t get it. How can you just arbitrarily decide I’m innocent?”

      What?

      “You’re losing it, Moonbeam. You don’t have to get it. Let’s just say that the police in this town know more than we let on. So, all you have to do is let us question you and answer to the best of your knowledge. Because of where you work, the cemetery I mean, and where you live, you probably know more than you think.”

      The waitress refilled my cup. Thea waited patiently while I doctored my coffee again. This time, I only used two creamers.

      “You want me to be your stooge?” I asked finally.

      Thea pressed her full lips tightly together. “The word would be stoolie, if we even had such a thing, which we don’t. And we’re not asking you to be one. But I’m beginning to see what the chief means.”

      “What’s he so sensitive about, anyway? Hasn’t he been thrown up on, or cried on, or yelled at before? He was a homicide cop in Toronto, wasn’t he? You’d think he’d be used to the earthier parts of the job.”

      “He was on the drug squad, actually. So he knows his drugs, and knows there’s stuff going down in Lockport that needs to be stopped before this town becomes the Gateway to the North for drug trafficking.”

      “The True North Strong and Stoned?”

      “Nice one, Moonbeam, but yes, Lockport is perfectly situated. We’re just down-peninsula from Tobermory. Beyond that, the СКАЧАТЬ