Deb Baker - Ding Dong Dead

Caroline looked around the coffee shop, furtive and worried. Gretchen thought they were acting suspiciously guilty of something and would call attention to themselves if they kept it up. But no one seemed to notice but her.

“You two need to appear just slightly less flipped out,” Gretchen suggested.

Caroline had her hands over Andy’s again. What was going on with those two? “They allowed Andy to go back to the hotel late last night,” she said. “But…”

It was the “but” part that Gretchen found the most disturbing.

After returning to the hotel, Andy hadn’t gone back to his room. “I couldn’t bear to stay in the room we’d shared. I stayed in the lobby all night. I found a small alcove where I could be alone, and I stared out the window the entire night.”

“Andy was there,” Caroline said, “when two squad cars pulled up outside the hotel and approached the desk clerk.”

“I heard my name, they headed for the elevator, and I walked out on the street and kept going. I have to find Allison’s killer before they catch up with me,” Andy said. “Because every clue they have points right at me.”

“Words on a gravestone implicate you?” Gretchen couldn’t see how.

“You didn’t see how they treated me.”

“We have to help him hide,” Caroline said.

Just great.

“I’m sure that if you turn yourself in,” Gretchen said, “and if you are completely truthful, nothing will happen to you. The police will believe you.”

“No,” Caroline said. “They most certainly will not. Innocent people are convicted of crimes they didn’t commit all the time. Don’t you watch the news? Gretchen, we already know much of what happened. We were at the cemetery, along with Nacho and Daisy. They must know something that would help Andy.”

Gretchen put her hands over her ears. “No! I don’t want to hear any of this. I’m dating a cop! I can’t do this. Aiding and abetting is a crime!”

But she knew that she would help, if for no other reason than because her mother had asked her to. Caroline believed in her old friend’s innocence, and she was clearly going to help him whether or not Gretchen went along with their plan.

“Give us a few days,” her mother appealed to her. “We’ll find out what we can in the next three days. In the meantime, we’ll see that Andy is taken care of.”

“Caroline, this means so much to me,” Andy said.

Gretchen groaned. “I can’t ruin my relationship with Matt.”

“You won’t. If, after three days, we don’t find anything to prove Andy’s innocence or someone else’s guilt, he’ll turn himself in. Right, Andy? Do you accept those terms?”

Andy nodded. “I don’t know how to repay you.”

Repay us with your innocence, Gretchen thought.

“What do you say, Gretchen?” her mother asked. “Are you willing to give it a try? To give it three days?”

“Two days.” She heard the words coming out of her mouth and couldn’t stop them. “Two days of investigating. That’s it.”

“I knew you’d help,” Caroline said. “We’ll come back and pick up Andy here at the coffee shop around dusk. Can you stay out of sight until then?” she asked Andy.

“Sure. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of hiding until now.” He downed the rest of his coffee and slipped out the door.

Gretchen watched him through the window until he was out of sight.

Had Andy murdered Allison? What if she had tried to leave him again and he’d killed her in a jealous rage?

Gretchen turned from the window to find her mother had been doing the same thing, watching the man disappear.

How could they be certain that Andy Thomasia was innocent of murder?

Gretchen felt chilled, and it had nothing to do with ghosts or cold spots.

“If you and I are going to pull this off,” Caroline said from the passenger seat in Gretchen’s car, “I have to come clean.”

“Okay?”

Gretchen didn’t want to hear more bad news. She’d had an epiphany. She wasn’t the problem. Her family was. Caroline and Nina were like trouble magnets, drawing Gretchen in against her will, making her a magnet, too. All she wanted was to put on a fundraiser, decorate a doll museum, and finish lassoing her hot man.

Why couldn’t they leave her alone? Now she was up to her neck in murders, bones, and hauntings, doing everything possible to destroy the fledgling relationship with Matt Albright.

“Someone in a white van tried to hurt me,” Caroline said. “It wasn’t driver’s error that made me lose control of my car. Another driver rammed into the side of my car twice. The first time I was able to correct my direction and escape injury. The second time the driver was much more determined and I was forced into oncoming traffic.”

Gretchen slowed and pulled over to the side of the street. She put the car in park. Information was coming at her too fast and none of it was good news.

Silence hung heavy inside the car as Caroline let Gretchen absorb what she had learned. Finally, Gretchen said, “Then the driver was trying to kill you.”

“I’m not sure I’d go that far.” Caroline saw Gretchen’s incredulous stare. “All right. It’s possible, yes, that the driver intended to kill me.”

“He didn’t count on your amazing resilience.”

“It was dumb luck that I survived.”

“Someone was killed, though. That van driver obviously didn’t care how many innocent people were killed. That’s unbelievably ruthless.” Gretchen was horrified at what had occurred. “Why would anyone want to kill you?”

“Why would someone leave a threatening note on your windshield?”

“How do you know about that?”

“April mentioned it. She thought that it was a suggestion for a new title for the play. She knew I’d be interested.” Caroline narrowed her eyes, in mother-bear mode. “Come on, Gretchen, after a murder in a cemetery with those exact words written on a tombstone and a skeleton in a house we happen to be converting into a doll museum, do you really think Die, Dolly, Die could be something that innocent?”

“I wanted to block it out,” she admitted. “I really wanted to believe it was a bad joke.”

“You didn’t want to face the truth.”

“And what is the truth?”

Caroline didn’t answer. Gretchen pondered the possibilities. They all led back to Allison’s death in the cemetery and the bones in the museum. “Up until this point in time,” Gretchen said, “we worked on the luncheon without anyone threatening us or trying to kill us.”

“But after Allison was murdered, someone attempted to kill me and you found the note,” her mother said.

“Someone wants us to do what? Abandon the show? Close the museum?” They weren’t dealing with idle threats. They were targets. “We’re in the way?”

“What’s changed?”

“You began working in the house,” Gretchen said.

“And you were at the murder scene.”

“We’re the only ones with keys to the museum. Is that important?”

“I don’t know.”

“Now what?”

“More bad news, I’m afraid. The reason I didn’t want to leave the coffee shop with Andy is because we’re being followed.”

Gretchen stared at passing traffic, first ahead through the windshield, then in the rearview mirror. Flickers of panic shot through her. Was someone following them this very minute, parked close by with a scoped rifle?

“Are you sure?” Gretchen asked. Her Birch imagination was out of control.

Caroline laughed.

“What’s funny about our situation?”

“I’m pretty sure Matt Albright’s behind the tail.”

“What?”

“He’s having us watched. See, there goes his goon.”