Cricket McRae - Spin a Wicked Web

Ariel had borrowed money over and over again from her brother, and it didn't look like that would have stopped anytime soon. Gabi was sick and tired of it. She believed Ariel was a slut, that she had seduced her teacher and made him lose his job.

She also believed Ariel had been responsible for the car wreck that had killed the Kaminski siblings' parents.

In fact, when it came right down to it, Gabi not only didn't like her sister-in-law, she believed she was evil.

AT SIX-THIRTY BARR CAME into the kitchen, sniffing the air like a hound dog.

"Mmmm. Bacon."

I surveyed him, taking in the bare, lean chest and long legs housed in pajama bottoms. "And hash browns coming up, along with your favorite cheesy eggs."

"A real heart attack on a plate." He sat down at the table. "You must have been up for a while. Why so early?"

I brought him a cup of coffee and gave him a long kiss. "I had some trouble sleeping last night."

"Really? I would've thought you'd sleep like a log." His grin was wicked.

I laughed and turned back to the potatoes browning in a frying pan. "I should have. Woke up, though, got to thinking about things. Do you remember the fiber Ariel had in her hand?"

Behind me, Barr said, "I remember. There was a lot of that stuff around where you found her. I'm sure the lab folks have it neatly zipped up and cataloged."

I turned down the burner and sat in the chair across from him. Resting both elbows on the table, I held my mug of coffee in front of my face and looked at him through the rising steam.

"Gabi had some of the same fiber. At least I think so. There must be a way to see if they match."

"Really. Is it common?"

"Huh uh. Pretty hard to come by. What you might call limitededition bamboo roving. Hand painted. Small batches. And," I paused for effect, "only available through CRAG"

"Maybe Mrs. Kaminski got it there."

"She said she ordered it online."

He leaned back in his chair, a speculative expression on his face. "You asked her about it?"

"Well, yeah. But we talked about a lot. Yarn, spinning wheels, drum carders, spindles-tons of stuff. But I didn't see the fiber I'm talking about until the next morning, right before I left." I made a face. "I told her I knew who made it, though."

His jaw set. "That's not good."

I lifted my palms and let them drop. "I didn't make the connection until this morning." I stood and moved to the stove again.

He grew quiet, staring out the window and slowly sipping his coffee. I poured another cup for myself and leaned against the counter, curious as to what he was thinking but willing to wait.

Finally he spoke, slowly, as if thinking out loud. "I can't see that we have probable cause, not just on your word. It's simply too weak. So no warrant. But if that hand-painted stuff is really that rare, and if we could unofficially get a sample from Gabi Kaminski, then maybe we could put something together for a judge."

"I can go back. Figure out an excuse and go inside and take it. Like I did the diary."

He gave me a look. "I told you that was a bad habit."

I smiled.

"No. I really mean it. And besides, it would be much better if that kind of evidence was gathered by me. Chain of evidence and all. Even outside of the jurisdiction of the Cadyville P.D."

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes in thought. "At this point I don't really see a choice."

I leaned forward.

"I want you to go back. But I'm going with you. We can lie and cheat if we have to, but I can be pretty charming when the occasion calls for it."

"Even if you do say so yourself," I teased.

"I bet we can finagle a sample of that fiber out of her."

"By `we,' do you mean Robin will be going with us?"

He pressed his lips together. "I think this is one trip just you and I will take."

Barr had other work to do that day and so did I, so we didn't leave for La Conner until late afternoon. He drove, and I sat back and acted like I was watching the scenery flow by. The impending task of getting a sample of Thea Hawke's fiber from Gabi hung over my head like the sword of Damocles, making me all tense and jit tery. I just wasn't good at prevarication. At lying and cheating. I'd brought that up to Barr, but he'd only smiled and told me my job was to get us into the house, and to identify the fiber for him. He'd handle Gabi. Robin had gone to talk to the Kaminskis alone, so they hadn't met Barr yet.

I decided I'd just have to trust him.

And then I worried about it some more.

If we failed to get that sample, Gabi could get away with murder. That wasn't acceptable.

If we didn't fail, I would be partly responsible for destroying a family. The twins, Noah and Evan, would be motherless, or essentially so with Gabi in jail. How much worse it would be for Rocky to not only lose his treasured sister to murder, but to learn his wife-his high-school-sweetheart wife-had been the killer. There would be a trial. The scandal in a small town like La Conner would be huge. Rocky's business-both of his businesses-would be affected, if not completely ruined.

I hated that Erin 's grandmother, my good friend Tootie Hanover, was out of town. She had no idea what was going on, but I was sure if she did she'd be full of opinions and advice. Advice I could really use right now.

What would she tell me?

I watched the green fields roll by on the other side of the window and remembered back to the last time I'd approached her with a similar question. I'd asked whether murder was ever justified.

Her answer had been an emphatic No.

I knew she was right. And now she'd tell me that I wasn't the one responsible for decimating Gabi Kaminski's family; Gabi herself was. Once again I'd found myself in a situation involving justice and murder. Barr and Meghan might joke, rueful as those jokes were, but maybe the Universe kept dumping me into these situations for a reason. So I'd better grow a backbone and do what I needed to do.

Barr turned onto the Kaminski Tulip Farm's drive at my direction, and I watched for Tut, the German Shepherd, to come barreling out at us. But there was no dog, and as we got out of the car the only sounds of activity around the place were the calls of the birds at the feeders. I began to wonder whether anyone was home. Of course, we hadn't called ahead. Perhaps we'd made the trip for nothing.

So when my knock brought Gabi to the door I felt a bizarre combination of relief and apprehension that almost made me dizzy. The intoxicating scent of freshly baked cookies drifting out to the porch didn't help, either.

Puzzlement furrowed her brow as she pushed open the screen. "Hi, Sophie Mae! What brings you up here again so soon?" Consternation, then. "Oh, don't tell me you forgot something and had to come all the way back"

I scrambled for a response, feeling my smile slide around on my face. "I can't find my watch," I finally said.

Barr shot me a look.

It wasn't exactly a lie. I hadn't been able to find my watch for months, but instead of getting a new one, I'd simply begun to use the clock on my cell phone when I needed a timepiece. It wasn't like I worked for The Man or had a lot of appointments to keep track of.

"Your watch? What does it look like?"

"It's silver." My voice sounded weak.

She gestured us in. "I didn't find it upstairs. We can look again, though."

"Oh!" I said, startling her. "This is Barr Ambrose. My, uh, boyfriend."

He quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Hi, Barr," Gabi said. "Want some cider? It's ice cold."

"No, thank you," he said.

"Sophie Mae?"

"Um, not right now. Thanks."

Her gaze sharpened. Something's not quite right, it said.

Before she could say anything else about the watch, I asked. "Where are the boys?"