Jennie Bentley - Spackled and Spooked

“That might be best. Although I’m not sure…”

“Derek uses the auto shop on Broad Street,” Melissa said helpfully. “The owner is an old friend from high school.”

Ray and I shared an unwanted moment of kinship as our eyes met, both of us equally unhappy with Melissa’s ready knowledge of the details of Derek’s life.

“I guess you’d know,” I said after a second. Melissa looked stricken.

“Oh, Avery, I didn’t mean…!”

“Of course not.” My voice was as lacking in sincerity as hers had been. I got to my feet, slowly. “If it’s not out of your way, I’d appreciate a ride out to Becklea. It’s just down the road apiece, and then right.”

Nothing more was said as I made my way over to the Stenham Construction truck parked on the shoulder of the road and climbed in. Melissa and Ray conferred for a minute, their conversation too low for me to hear, before Melissa put her hand on Ray’s muscular arm for a moment and then came toward me. He pulled out his phone.

“Ray will take care of having the car towed to Cortino’s on Broad,” she said, when she had cranked the engine over and the truck was rolling down the hill-at a much more sedate clip than I’d been going just a few minutes ago.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. He’s calling Derek, too. I’m sure you’re not looking forward to that.”

I grimaced. Couldn’t deny that, unfortunately. And damn her for realizing it.

“You know, Avery,” she glanced over at me, her eyes a vivid violet under mascaraed lashes, “I’m happy that you and Derek have found each other.”

“I’m sure,” I said, not bothering to sound like I meant it.

She smiled. “I don’t blame you for disliking me. After all, Derek and I were married for a long time. And he was quite depressed after we broke up, poor baby. Didn’t go on another date for years .”

I opened my mouth to say that Derek and Kate had dated for a while not too long after Melissa had dumped him, and she added, “Oh, I know he and Kate went out a few times, but really… Derek and Kate ?”

She rolled those expressive eyes.

“I think they’re kind of cute,” I said, a little defensively. They were usually squabbling like children, so the word seemed appropriate.

“Yes,” Melissa said, “well… exactly.”

I shrugged and grimaced.

“My point,” Melissa said with rather strained patience, obviously determined to make it, whether I wanted to hear it or not, “is that I’m happy for you. He’s a sweet guy. You’re lucky.”

It sounded more like she was saying that I was lucky he’d chosen me. Which I was, although I rather resented the implication that he’d had to stoop to find me.

“Thank you,” was all I said, however.

“How are things going?” Melissa glanced over at me as she turned the truck off the highway and onto Primrose.

“With Derek? Fine, thank you.”

“Does he still spend all night tinkering with his toys instead of coming to bed?” She smiled reminiscently but not without another quick look at me from under her lashes to gauge my reaction. I kept my face immobile, or as immobile as I could manage.

“No idea. We don’t live together.”

“Ah.” It was all she said, but it spoke volumes. I felt myself flush, and forced it back, biting my lip hard. Dammit, I was not going to let this conniving witch get to me.

We pulled onto Becklea after another minute, and I peered out the windshield at all the excitement as we neared the end of the cul-de-sac. The crowd was even bigger today than yesterday, and I saw several of the same faces, including those belonging to my neighbors. Minus Lionel Kenefick, of course, who was at work down at Devon Highlands. And minus Venetia Rudolph, who was probably keeping an eye on things through her curtains, just like yesterday.

The same two police cruisers were back again today, along with a paler blue state police vehicle. K-9 was written on the back in white letters, and in the distance, back at the tree line on the far left side of the house, I could see a blue-clad trooper and his canine companion sniffing along the property line. From this distance, the dog looked like a beautiful specimen of German shepherd, and Stella the shih tzu was straining at her leash to be allowed to go back there and make friends. Arthur Mattson, yet again deep in conversation with Irina and Denise, kept swaying sideways with her frantic pulls.

There was also, I noticed with a sinking heart, a news van from one of the Portland TV stations parked at the curb. They weren’t doing anything exciting at the moment, just desultorily filming the K-9 team inspecting the perimeter of the yard, but if anything happened, or if anyone interview-worthy appeared, I felt certain they’d jump into action. I just hoped they wouldn’t want to jump on me .

I needn’t have worried. When Melissa pulled the car to a stop behind the K-9 vehicle, the camera zoomed our way and immediately focused on her. I told myself not to take it personally. I hadn’t dressed to be on camera, and then I’d been in an accident, while Melissa always looked beautifully groomed and put together. Still, it wasn’t easy. I glanced resentfully at the camera on my way past, moving carefully. Everything hurt.

Melissa smiled. “Hi, Tony. What are you doing here?” They air kissed.

“Got word that your police chief brought in the cadaver dogs.” The TV journalist, forty-something and dashing in Armani, with unnaturally brilliant, black hair and sensuous, slightly too-full lips, seemed happy to explain. “I thought it might be worth the drive out here, just in case it’s another case like John Wayne Gacy. You know me, always hopeful.”

He winked.

My face twisted in disgust. John Wayne Gacy was the worst serial killer in U.S. history. He murdered thirty-three young men and boys back in the 1970s and buried their bodies in the crawlspace under his house in the Chi cago suburbs. Only someone with the emotional maturity of a turnip would wish for the same sort of situation here.

Melissa rose to the occasion like a true professional. “Would you like a comment? On air? My ex-husband owns the house, and he was the one who found the first body. He was also part of the excavation yesterday.”

“Will he talk?” Tony said hopefully. I snorted. Melissa smiled apologetically.

“Better not to ask him, Tony. But you can have me.” She preened.

“Who wouldn’t want you, Missy?” Tony said gallantly. I almost gagged.

Leaving the two of them to work out their on-air comment, since I had no authority over what they did anyway, I headed for the backyard and the entrance to the crawlspace. I wanted to see my boyfriend. The whole crash had shaken me up, and I craved comfort. I smiled a good morning at the neighbors on my way past but didn’t stop to chat, and I waved at Venetia ’s lace curtains on my way around the corner.

In the crawlspace, Wayne and Derek were busy taking down all the temporary floodlights they’d strung yesterday. “K-9 unit said there’s nothing else here,” Wayne explained when he opened the low door for me. “Just the one body. They’re checking the yard now.”

I nodded. “I saw them. They’re working their way around the perimeter. At the rate they’re going, in another hour or so they’ll probably get over to the side with Miss Rudolph’s house.”

Wayne cracked a smile but didn’t answer, just stepped aside to let me in. I looked for Derek. He was on the other side of the crawlspace, with his back to us, and seemed to be busy with the electrical wires. In fact, he didn’t seem to realize I was there at all. It was a little disconcerting, to be honest. If Ray had called, and if Derek knew I’d been in an accident, why wasn’t he showing a little more concern?