Рита Браун - The Tail Of The Tip-Off

Finally Rick, Cooper, Tracy, and Harry were left in the basketball arena.

"Well, Fred blew," Harry simply said.

"He did but he sits in the wrong place to have killed H.H." Rick stepped toward Harry. "You, on the other hand, had a clear shot."

"I did," Harry agreed. "But I have no motive."

"Before we go, let's go up to where Fred pushed Matthew. He kept saying, 'Fix it.'?"

The four of them climbed up the stairs. At first nothing much seemed unusual, then Tracy stepped over to the wall and noticed the hairline fracture.

"Here."

The other three came over.

"That? He's screaming about that?" Harry was incredulous. "He's got it in for Matthew."

"I think it's beyond professional distaste," Tracy noted.

"Mental." Harry delivered her judgment.

Cooper put her hand to the wall, feeling the coolness, the dampness. "Harry, don't even think about coming back in here. This place is dangerous."

"It's going to fall apart because of one little crack in the wall?" Harry joked.

"I don't want anyone in this building alone at night." Rick glared at Harry then.

Rick reached for a cigarette even though the signs read, "No Smoking." He didn't flick out his plastic lighter until they were back down on the floor. "This place is dangerous. Tracy, whoever you ref with, leave together from now on."

"I will."

Rick inhaled gratefully, then said, "Folks, this one ain't over."

46

As Tazio drove west on Route 250 heading toward Crozet, she reflected on how attractive Bill Langston was. Brinkley, who snuggled in the sheepskin left for him in the truck, loved riding around with Tazio. He usually sat up, looked out the windshield as though he were driving. He noticed other dogs, of course, but also farm signs swaying in the wind, cattle, horses, Canada geese flying in a V. Being next to his human made him feel important. When they went places, people now spoke to him as well. He liked that.

She turned right onto Route 240 and within five minutes was in the middle of Crozet, a little town devoid of pretension and perhaps even charm except that its residents loved it. She counted Harry's truck, Fair's truck, BoomBoom's BMW, Herb's black Tahoe, and other cars, then said, "Party."

The Mountain View Grille, usually full, strained at the seams tonight. People had been sitting at home long enough thanks to the snow. The roads were good enough so everyone was out and about.

"Brinkley, let's join everyone. 'Cept I need to pop into the office for one skinny minute." She turned left at the intersection, swooped under the railroad overpass, and pulled into her office parking lot.

She pulled right up front, stepped out, and Brinkley hopped out with her. As he relieved himself at the corner of the building, he noticed a new Toyota Sequoia lurking at the back.

"Mommy, don't go in the office," the Lab warned.

She turned to her canine friend. "Brinkley, you could water every bush, pole, and garbage can in this town. Hurry up."

"Stay here." He hurried over to her.

She had her office keys on the same chain as her truck key. As she slipped the cold metal key into the lock, the tumbler rolled back with a click.

Brinkley gently sank his fangs into her skirt, holding her back.

"Don't." She smacked his head, not hard. She swung open the door. Before she could flip on the lights she heard a bump, then someone pushed her hard. She lost her balance, tumbling down in a heap.

Brinkley leapt onto the intruder. He bit hard, a nice fleshy calf.

"Ow!" a woman's voice cried out but she socked the dog and he let go.

She ran out the front door and around the back of the building.

Brinkley thought about pursuing her but decided Tazio was much more important. He licked her face.

"I'm okay." She stood up and lurched outside in time to see the dark-colored car. She couldn't identify the color but she recognized the make. "Jesus, that's Anne Donaldson's car. I swear it!"

Brinkley, never having met Anne Donaldson, wouldn't know her but her perfume was a very expensive brand named Poison. Brinkley would recognize it if he smelled it again.

"Are you okay?" Brinkley whined while licking Tazio's hand.

"You tried to tell me. Brinkley, thank God you were with me. What would she have done if you weren't?" Finally, Tazio, shaky, stepped inside and switched on the light.

To her relief the place wasn't turned upside down but her long blueprint drawers were open. They were like the old bins used in newspaper offices, pages laid flat in thin drawers.

Nothing had been stolen, but Anne had been looking at Tazio's latest, larger projects.

Tazio thought about calling Rick but then nothing was taken, plus she couldn't prove it had been Anne Donaldson. Instead she drove down to the Grille.

She walked in. Harry, Fair, and BoomBoom motioned for her to join them. Herb, Miranda, Tracy, Bill Langston, Big Mim, Little Mim, Blair, Jim, Aunt Tally, Matthew, Sandy, Matt, Jr., Ted, Susan, Ned, and Brooks were also there, reliving the game. Herb had missed the game but he was enjoying the verbal replay.

However, no one recapped the after-game session with the sheriff and Cooper.

Herb had regaled them with his tale of the carpet glue and the devoured communion wafers.

Then Tazio, more disturbed than she realized, astounded them with what had just happened to her.

"Are you sure it was Anne?" Herb asked, his gravelly voice supportive.

"No. But I'm, um, seventy-five percent sure. Toyota Sequoia, brand-new. Brinkley warned me and I didn't listen."

"Call Rick." Tracy and the others nodded as Matthew and Sandy rose to leave. Tomorrow was a school day and it was eleven o'clock. Matt, Jr., and Ted had had enough excitement for one day.

"Nothing was taken. I can't prove anything. If it wasn't her, I've added to her troubles."

"Do you know what she wanted?" Harry's curiosity was high, per usual.

"She'd been pulling out the drawers where I keep blueprints. But I don't know what she wanted."

"Tazio, change the locks on your doors." Matthew bent down and kissed her on the cheek, then waved goodbye to the others.

After the Crickenbergers left, the conversation continued.

"How did she get in?" Miranda wondered.

"Well-I don't know. Maybe I'm a little more shook up than I think." Tazio exhaled. "Probably the back door. I forget to lock it sometimes, but even when I remember it's the kind, you know, the kind you can open with a credit card."

"Tazio!" BoomBoom said, eyebrows raised.

"Nobody steals anything," she replied.

"You've got computers in there." BoomBoom couldn't believe Tazio sometimes didn't lock up.

"If they want to get in, they'll get in," Aunt Tally forcefully said.

"True, but why make it easy for them?" her niece, Big Mim, said. "Now listen, this talk has gone on long enough. I'm calling Rick on my cell phone and we're all going to sit here until he arrives."

"Oh, Brinkley's in the truck and he's been there most of the night. Can't I bring him in?"

Lynn Carle, who owned the restaurant along with her husband, said, "Sure. It's almost closing time anyway. I was going to lock the doors so if he's in here, hey, who's going to notice?"

Tazio ran back out, returning with the dog. Everyone fussed over him since he tried to protect his human. He loved it, of course.

Rick and Cooper arrived in a half hour's time. Tazio told them everything as she remembered it.

"Why'd you wait so long to call me!" Rick angrily said after hearing her report.

Taken aback, Tazio said, "I'm fine. It's not late."

"It may be too late for Anne."

He and Cooper flew out of the Mountain View Grille, jumped into the squad car, hit the siren and skidded out of there.

47

Although the distance from the restaurant to the Donaldson house was only eight miles, the slick roads demanded careful driving.