Arlene Sachitano - The Quilt Before The Storm

“Well, that was nerve-wracking,” she reported. “If anyone tells you the storm is over, don’t believe them.”

“I’m glad you made it,” Harriet said.

“And I’m glad you’re here, too,” Jorge said. “Maybe you can talk some sense into those two ladies who insist on staying in the park while someone is running around killing people.”

“Thanks,” Detective Morse said to Harriet. “And as for the homeless people-I can’t make them leave the park if they don’t want to go. They have legal permission to camp there. And you know better than anyone that I don’t have any officers to spare to protect them. Frankly, at this point, they’re not cleared as suspects.”

“You can’t believe either of those two women is the killer,” Jorge protested.

“Maybe they’re a team,” Morse said with a grim smile.

“Yikes,” said Harriet.

“You gotta admit,” commented Lauren, “if they are the killers, they’ve got a good cover act going on.”

“But why would they want Duane and Richard dead?” Harriet asked. “One guy lived with them, and the other was just there by chance one afternoon.”

“That’s why they call us detectives,” Morse said. “We get to figure that kind of stuff out. But I didn’t say they were the killers. I just said they haven’t been eliminated yet. No one has. I’m going to have to talk to everyone who’s been to the camp since this all started, including all of you.”

“Let’s go back to my house and get you settled,” Harriet said. “Then, if you want, you can talk to all of us. If not, Jorge can probably drive you wherever you need to go.”

“Sure,” he agreed.

“Sounds good to me,” Morse said and climbed into the truck.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here,” Detective Morse said an hour later when she came back down from the attic space Harriet and Lauren had set up for her.

“We’ve got some sandwiches in the dining room if you’d like to have a snack with us before you get on with things,” Mavis offered.

“That sounds good. And maybe you can fill me in on what’s been happening here while we’re eating.”

Harriet started by describing her visit to the homeless camp with Tom right after the discovery of Duane’s body and finished with Richard’s death.

“I’m afraid we don’t know much more than that two men are dead,” she said when she was done. “Oh, and Tom mentioned that when he went to Owen’s truck with him, he noticed a spool of wire that looked a lot like the wire that was wrapped around Duane’s throat. We do know that Richard was in town because he was having money troubles and was trying to get money from Marjory.”

“Our Marjory?” Morse asked. “Quilt store Marjory? Does she have the kind of money someone would come after?”

“Yes, our Marjory,” Mavis explained. “And she has a small inheritance from their parents.”

“So, I take it you didn’t identify or catch the serial killer when you met with the task force,” Harriet said.

“No, ’fraid not. Everyone shared their information on killings in their respective jurisdictions, and we compared similarities and differences and came up with a list of what are almost certainly victims of the killer and eliminated a couple of others. We spent a lot of time talking about how we would share information. And we tried to figure out what our killer’s signature is. There is some disagreement, but we think we came up with a victim profile.”

“Do Duane and Richard fit the profile?”

“Duane’s not a perfect fit, but he does have some of the traits. Richard I don’t know enough about, but on the surface I’d say no. These victims tend to be vulnerable in some way-homelessness puts Duane in that category.”

“Great,” Lauren said. “So, we didn’t learn anything.” Carter licked her face as if in sympathy.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Morse got up and crumpled her napkin before carrying it to the fireplace and throwing it in. “If you’re still willing, I think I’d like to go to the fire station and check in with the rest of my team,” she said to Jorge.

“Sure. Anyone else want to go along for the ride?”

“I’ll go,” Lauren said when no one else offered.

“How would you feel about driving, honey?” Aunt Beth asked Harriet. Jorge and Lauren had been gone for half an hour, and Harriet had spent the time pacing between the kitchen and the fireplace. “You’re going to wear the carpet out if you don’t stop that dancing around.”

“I’m not dancing,” Harriet said.

“You’re not doing anything productive, either.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Mavis and I were thinking we’d really like to get up to the church and see how things are going.”

“We realized that we’ve already started taking donations for the clothing drive,” Mavis said. “And we’re betting some of the people didn’t bring extra clothes with them.”

“Plus we always buy new underwear with donated money, and we’ve already purchased them,” Beth continued. “We’re thinking people might be real happy to get a fresh set of those.”

“We’ll suggest they donate a new set when things get back to normal.” Mavis finished.

“Sure,” Harriet said. “I’d like to see if the Owen and Kate are there. They kind of disappeared.”

“You don’t think someone killed them, do you?” Aunt Beth said, concern in her voice.

“No. At least, I didn’t until you just mentioned it. That’s a horrible thought.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sure they went to the church for a hot meal or something like that. Or maybe they just wanted a change of scenery.” Mavis said.

“One way to find out,” Harriet said. “The bus leaves in five.” She headed upstairs to brush her teeth and get a sweatshirt.

“I hope the girls will be okay here by themselves,” Aunt Beth said as she climbed into the passenger seat of Harriet’s car.

“They’ll be fine,” Harriet assured her. “You and Mavis spoil those two rotten.”

“You just wait until you get Scooter home,” Mavis said from the back seat.

Harriet was relieved to see the familiar semi truck in the church lot when she turned in and parked.

“Well, that answers one question,” Aunt Beth said. “Let’s go inside and see what else is going on.”

“How are the streets out there?” Reverend Mike Hafer asked Aunt Beth when they came into the church gymnasium.

“Passable,” Aunt Beth said. “The Muckleshoot is still over the bridge to downtown, but folks are getting the streets cleared.”

“How are you holding up?” Mavis asked.

“We’re doing fine,” Mike replied. “We were pretty well prepared, and people keep dropping off food and supplies. The children are getting cabin fever, but we’ve got some teachers here holding classes of sorts, and we have board games and the church library to help them learn about how people spent their leisure time before the days of television and video games. I just thank the Lord there weren’t any serious injuries due to the storm.”

Aunt Beth explained her intention to make up more newcomer kits in case anyone else came to the shelter. Mavis told him their plan to raid the clothing drive closet.

“That’s a good idea,” Mike said. “We’re continuing to have people arrive as they run out of fuel and supplies at home. And I know we have people who arrived with just the clothes on their backs.”