Diana Killian - Murder On The Eightfold Path

Simon Crider, one of the senior instructors and one of Diantha’s original staff asked, “I know I’m speaking for most of us when I say that’s excellent news. But what about the rumors we keep hearing that financially we’re barely keeping our head above water?”

“It’s not true. I can tell you why I think that rumor began circulating in the first place and who I believe is behind it, but that’s not productive. We’re doing very well. We currently generate a pretax profit margin of twenty-five percent. Sacred Balance is not only supporting itself, it’s making a profit.”

There was a round of applause.

“And because you’re all a part of that success, it’s only right that you should share in the rewards. Lily and I have talked about paying annual bonuses based on meeting the goals we set together as a team. We’d discussed implementing that for next year, but I think we’ve got a tough few months ahead of us. Yoga Meridian definitely has us in their sights. We need everyone on board and focused, and as an incentive, we’re going to start looking at performance bonuses for everything from increasing student enrollment to broadening your own training and expertise. I’ll have more details on that later. Right now I just want to thank you for all you’ve done to make Sacred Balance everything it is. We’re taking this journey together. I promise you that I will be with you every step of the way.”

A.J. was surprised at the applause she got for that one, but perhaps it was as Suze said when she dropped by her office afterward. “Nobody wants to leave. But if the studio is folding, then no one wants to be the last one out the door either.”

“We’re not folding. We’re doing fine.”

“I believe you. I think everyone in that meeting believed you.” Suze rolled her big blue eyes. “But I don’t think Lily’s going to be happy when she hears the news.”

“It shouldn’t be news to Lily. She sees the financial reports. She knows we’re doing fine.”

“Just don’t be surprised if she needs another sick day.”

“She can have all the sick days she wants,” A.J. said. “I’m planning on figuring a way to make her take a full-blown vacation.”

“I hear Nepal is nice this time of year.”

Of course the fact was that if Lily really did take off for a month they would be stretched perilously thin, but A.J. was tempted to believe the positives would outweigh the negatives. She felt that she and Lily were fast reaching their own personal China Syndrome and that the continuing conflict between them was creating an increasingly toxic environment for staff and students alike.

Per the terms of her aunt’s will the only way to end their odd-couple partnership would be if one of them relinquished her position as co-manager. Or died.

Now there was a gruesome thought, but given how much of A.J.’s attention these days seemed to be on crime and murder investigations, maybe it wasn’t surprising. It was definitely a challenge trying to feel her way along the spiritual eightfold path while a murder investigation proceeded around her.

By the time A.J. completed the final Restorative course of the day and bade her students good night, she was genuinely exhausted. Her back was pain free and holding up to the challenge of teaching again, but she was looking forward to lying down and putting her feet up-seeing that her other options for Friday evening entertainment were severely limited.

Jake had not returned her call and, although she tried to stay optimistic and not read anything into that unusual silence, she was disheartened.

Her cell phone rang as she was pulling in the drive. A glance informed her that it was Elysia, and her spirits dropped more.

“Hi!” she said as cheerfully as she could.

“Why don’t you come by for dinner and we’ll review the case again.”

A.J. groaned inwardly. “Mother, I was thinking maybe a hot bath and an early night.”

“We can’t afford to let any grass grow under our feet. I’ve been on the phone to my contacts-”

“Your contacts?”

“Yes, and I’m putting together a profile of our suspects. I think you’ll be very interested in what I’ve discovered.”

“Maybe tomorrow? I’m really beat tonight.”

“The clock is ticking on me, pumpkin. Right now that bloody swine of a district attorney is weaving the rope to put around my neck-”

“All right! I’m on my way.” A.J. clicked off. Her phone immediately rang and she answered automatically. “Twenty minutes, Mother. I have to pick Monster up.”

“It’s me,” Jake said gruffly.

“Oh.” A.J.’s heart skipped a beat. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry I couldn’t get back to you earlier. I was tracking down a robbery suspect in Phillipsburgh.”

“A robbery suspect? Aren’t you still investigating Massri’s death?’

“It’s been forcibly pointed out to me that the DA’s already brought charges against your mother. I’m not going to be part of any further investigation involving Elysia.”

“What happened?”

“Pretty much what you’d expect. Someone noticed I appeared to be playing for the wrong team. Anyway I’m looking into a rash of Texaco Fast Fares robberies.”

“Gas prices are pretty high.”

“Funny.”

A.J. said guiltily. “I’m sorry if-”

“Nah. Don’t sweat it. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Look, I did some checking into this complaint Dora Beauford filed against Massri with the DHS.”

Could there be anything more heartwarming than one’s possibly ex-boyfriend utilizing all the resources at his command on one’s behalf?

“Why didn’t they prosecute? Or did they?”

“They didn’t prosecute because Massri was in this country legally. He had a sponsor. A Mabel G. Chalthoum.”

“Who’s Mabel G. Chalthoum?”

“I have no idea. But she guaranteed that Massri would have a place to live and be gainfully employed. He got his visa and his green card.”

“If he was supposed to be guaranteed employment, what was he employed as?”

“Sales rep.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. There seemed to be some confusion on that point. Hey, I’ve got to go, A.J. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wait! Just one thing. Two things.”

He didn’t speak.

“Did you have a chance to look into whether Peggy Graham’s death was suicide or not?”

“No, I didn’t.”

That was blunt enough. A.J. didn’t dare push it.

“Did you-could you-did you check into Mr. Meagher’s movements the morning Massri was killed?”

“Bradley Meagher?”

Jake sounded astonished. Not a usual state for him.

“Yes.”

“No,” he said slowly. “We had no reason to consider him a suspect. Is there reason?”

“I… don’t know.” A.J. felt horrible for even making the suggestion. But if it came down to a choice between her mother and Mr. Meagher, then as fond as she was of Mr. Meagher, there was no choice. Not if he had committed murder. “I think it might be worth looking into.”

“Like I said, I’ve been removed from the case, but I’ll pass the word along.”

“Thanks, Jake.”

He grunted and disconnected.

A.J. drove to the farmhouse, changed into jeans and a T-shirt, collected Monster, and headed back to Starlight Farm.

“So. To recap.”

A.J. groaned and reached for another piece of toasted bread, scooping bruschetta onto it. “Haven’t we recapped enough for one night?”

They had been at it most of the evening, eating bruschetta and black olive tapenade on toasted French bread while they went over and over their suspects and theories.

“The problem with our recapping,” Elysia retorted, “is that we seem to be closing off avenues of investigation. At this rate, I’m going to believe I’m guilty.”