Саманта Сильвер - Busy As A Beaver

After checking out the rest of the documents on the table, I glanced at the time, only to realize it was basically time to go. A squawk from near the window told me that Sophie thought the same thing, and just as I scrambled to get back out into the backyard, I turned back into a human. I found myself falling headfirst towards the ground rather than elegantly scaling the outside wall of Michael Carlton’s house.

“Ow,” I said as I hit the ground and rolled. Luckily, I didn’t hear anything crack, and nothing hurt too badly apart from my shoulder and my dignity.

“Did you find anything?” Sophie asked, evidently having turned back into a human herself.

“Yeah,” I said. “Although I’m not sure it’s worth my shoulder being this sore. I think I might’ve dislocated it.”

“Please. If you had dislocated your shoulder you would be in a lot more pain.”

“Maybe I’m just hiding the pain. I’m invisible, you can’t see how much pain I’m in.”

“Maybe not, but I know you. You stub your toe and you act like you’re dying.”

I stuck my tongue out at Sophie, realizing too late that she still couldn’t see me.

“Fine. Let’s meet at the car so nobody overhears us in the area, and we’ll compare notes about what we saw inside.”

Chapter 10

Five minutes later the two of us were sitting back in the car, I had reversed the spell, and Sophie sat before me once more.

“What happened to your hair?” I asked. Normally, Sophie’s straight black hair, with a single streak of purple in it, was sleek and perfect. I was totally jealous of it. Right now, however, it looked like Sophie had just gone for a spin in a laundry machine. Her hair was all over the place, like she’d just come in from a casual stroll in the middle of a hurricane.

“What?” Sophie asked, her hands moving to her head. She let out a groan as she realized what condition her hair was in.

“Great,” she said. “While I was flying around the house, I didn’t realize that someone had left one of the ceiling fans on in the master bedroom, and I may have gotten a little bit too close to it. After all, I’m not used to being that close to the ceiling when I move around.”

A little giggle escaped me as I imagined eagle-Sophie flying into a ceiling fan by accident.

“Do you have a brush, by any chance?” Sophie asked. “If I don’t get this under control now, my hair is going to be awful for the rest of the day.”

“No, but I need to head downtown to grab some video surveillance equipment anyway, so while I do that I can leave you at a Walgreens or something.”

I put the car into gear and began driving off towards downtown, summarizing what I had found in the house. Sophie grinned when I was finished.

“Well, that’s more than I’ve got. I looked in the kitchen and the master bedroom, mainly. The kitchen was a mess, and I suspect that was where the fight started. It looked like one of the men grabbed a knife and went at the other; there was actually quite a bit of blood on the ground there.”

“That’s interesting, because I could definitely smell some blood in the living room. It looks like neither home invasion went quite as smoothly as the culprit expected.”

“You know, to me, that indicates that whoever did this didn’t really know what they were doing. I mean, think about it. The first time he tries at Gloria’s house, he ends up being attacked by her cat and running off with nothing. The second time, maybe he did get what he wanted, but I don’t think he came away from it completely scot-free. I think at the very least he was cut somewhere. So, I mean, that really doesn’t scream someone who’s used to attacking people.”

“I think you’re right.” I nodded. “Hopefully that means the police will have some of the killer’s DNA that they can compare once they find him.”

Sophie shook her head. “I don’t think they will. Did you smell the bleach in there?”

“I did, yeah.”

“In the kitchen, right next to the sink, was an open bottle of bleach. I have a feeling that after the murderer killed Michael Carlton, he grabbed the bleach and poured it all over the blood. I mean, maybe the cops are going to get lucky and he’ll have missed a spot or something, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there is no DNA evidence at all.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“On the bright side, it doesn’t actually affect our investigation at all, since it’s not like we had access to a lab that can analyze DNA anyway. I’m assuming that after you pick up the security equipment you want to check out that café where Carlton had a meeting with someone?”

“Yeah, I think that’s the right call.”

When we got downtown I pulled into a lot, paid for parking, and told Sophie I would meet her back there when I was finished.

“My phone says there’s a CVS just around the corner, so I should be pretty quick. I’ll come meet you at the security store when I’m done.”

Agreeing to this plan, I made my way to a tiny store that I had a sneaking suspicion used to be a RadioShack. Luckily for me, however, it had exactly what I needed.

Twenty minutes later, I walked out with a bag of small, battery-powered cameras that were triggered by motion sensor. I had two of them, so I could make sure the entire area around the beavers’ dam was covered.

As I made my way back to the car, I ran into Sophie, whose hair was back to normal—and had she done her makeup, too? The bag she was carrying definitely held more than just a hairbrush.

“Hey, sorry, I ended up getting distracted by a sale on basically everything in the makeup aisle.”

I laughed. “No problem. I thought you looked different.”

“I’ve been meaning to get a good matte lipstick for ages,” Sophie replied. “After all, if I’m going to search for a murderer, I’m going to look good doing it.”

We dropped off our purchases at the car, then made our way to the café, which was about twenty blocks away. Whatever—I definitely needed the exercise, and even though it was winter, the sun was out and I had a good jacket and gloves on, so the cold wasn’t too bad.

Two Sweets Bakery was a small place on the outskirts of downtown Portland, but it was quite cute. Set up in a cottage-like building, the exterior was painted white, with huge windows out the front that showed off the cute interior—small round tables were surrounded by white-and-pastel-pink chairs, and a large cabinet lined the entire right side of the store, displaying delicious cakes and pastries.

I was definitely going to have to try a slice of cake. For research purposes, of course.

Sophie and I stepped inside, our entrance announced by the light tinkle of a small bell above the door. The calming aroma of roasting coffee reached our nostrils, mingled with the sweet scent of baking sugar.

“I feel like we’re cheating on Betty just by being in here,” Sophie muttered. “And yet, I have no intention of leaving.”

I giggled slightly. “I know exactly how you feel. I think we need to have some food here though. You know, just to make sure that it’s not quite as good as Betty’s.”

“I totally agree,” Sophie nodded as we stepped into the line and waited our turn to order. It seemed as though the midmorning rush was just starting to die down, and by the time it was our turn to order, there was still no one in the line behind us. Good; this would give us the opportunity to ask the woman behind the counter a few questions.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” a perky blonde woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties asked Sophie and me.

Sophie ordered a hazelnut latte and a slice of bourbon pecan pie, while I decided to go with a red velvet cupcake and a mocha. As I handed some cash over to the lady at the counter, I leaned towards her slightly.