Joan Hess - Maggody And The Moonbeams

"Any chance of coffee?" I asked as I pulled up a chair.

Ruby Bee read me as only a mother can, then rose. "I'll put on a fresh pot. How about a sausage biscuit to go along with it?"

"Thanks, that would be nice. Part of the problem is that we don't know who was killed up by the softball field. Duluth showed up yesterday and was arrested for drunk and disorderly, or whatever they call it in Dunkicker. These Moonbeams all look alike. I don't remember ever encountering Norella, but even if I had, I wouldn't have been able to identify her."

"Moonbeams?" said Ruby Bee.

I was explaining when Mrs. Jim Bob came into the kitchen, wiping her nose with a wadded tissue and gurgling in a most disturbing way.

"Why don't you start again?" she said as she sat down. "I do not intend to be kept in the dark about this wicked cult-or, more likely, coven. Larry Joe Lambertino stuttered, stammered, cleared his throat, said virtually nothing, and then hustled the teenagers out the door before we could have a proper Sunday morning service. I am responsible for their well-being, as you know. Their parents entrusted them to my care. You, on the other hand, seem to have no interest in their safety, and now Brother Verber has disappeared. Do you have any idea where he is?"

"Actually, I do. He rode into Dunkicker with me and has gone to Little Rock with a deputy from the sheriff's office. He ought to be safe unless they encounter a chicken truck careening the wrong way down the interstate." When she swayed so violently that Estelle had to clutch her arm, I hastily added, "He's helping with the investigation, and will be back before too long."

Ruby Bee put a mug of coffee in front of me. "She's not gonna admit it, but she's worried," she whispered. "He upped and took off this morning without so much as a word of explanation."

I regretted my tactless joke. "He had breakfast at the café and has gone with the deputy to see if he can help us identify the body that was recovered last night. He's in good hands, Mrs. Jim Bob."

"Why didn't he say something to me? You'd think, after all these years, that he'd feel an obligation not to just disappear like that. He is the lighthouse shining throughout the dark night to save us from crashing against the rocks of iniquity and damnation, you know."

I told her what I knew. Once I'd finished, Ruby Bee set a sausage biscuit on the table and said, "So Duluth could be around here?"

I gulped down half a biscuit and took a swallow of coffee. "If Duluth did come after Norella, he'd have no reason not to head as far away from here as he can get before we find him."

"But if it wasn't Duluth-" said Estelle, then stopped.

Mrs. Jim Bob was beginning to perspire. "The way I see it, we need to load everybody in the bus and head right back for Maggody within the hour. Arly, you go up to the softball field and tell Larry Joe. I'll start packing my things. Ruby Bee, you and Estelle need to get Darla Jean out to the porch, then fetch whatever you brought."

"Wait a minute," I said. "As long as no one decides to go wandering off on his or her own, we should be fine. Whoever did this is apt to be long gone. I'll go up to the field, have Larry Joe and the kids bring down the tools and softball equipment and lock everything in the back of the bus. They can stay in the yard until it's time for Sunday dinner. Maybe you can get them to sing a hymn or two."

"And then what?" Mrs. Jim Bob said shrilly. "If they're not kept busy, who knows what sinful things they'll find to do!"

I resisted the urge to throttle her into silence. "Larry Joe will handle them. After dinner, he can escort the girls to their cabin and wait-outside, of course-while they change into bathing suits. The boys can take care of themselves as long as they stay together. The Sabbath is supposed to be a day of rest, isn't it? The dock is within sight of the porch, so you can make sure there's no hankypanky."

"I still think we should leave."

I crammed the rest of the sausage biscuit into my mouth. "Give me a few hours," I said indistinctly, trying not to spew crumbs with each word. "Everybody's covered. As soon as Brother Verber gets back, I'll send him down here to thump invaders with his Bible. Why don't you take a break and plan a sunset vespers service, Mrs. Jim Bob?"

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't like this. What are Ruby Bee, Estelle, and me supposed to do if some maniac comes screaming into the lodge?"

I pushed back my chair. "The three of you should be able to take on a Mongol horde and win back the Holy Roman Empire. I'm going up to the softball field. I'll stop back by here before I go to Dunkicker."

Ruby Bee gave me a halfhearted hug. "We'll be just fine."

"Of course we will," chimed in Estelle. "There's a whole drawer full of butcher knives and cleavers. No maniac is gonna have his way with us."

"His way with us?" said Mrs. Jim Bob. "You don't think he'd… have his way with us, do you?"

"Not if he has the sense God gave a goose," I said brusquely. "Keep the doors locked until Larry Joe gets here with the kids."

Ruby Bee looked over her shoulder at the back door. "I was thinking I'd hang the dish towels in the garden."

"Do it later," I said as I left the kitchen and went out the front door. Everybody was not covered, I realized. As far as I knew, Jacko was still at his campsite, blithely listening to classical music while he made futile attempts to catch fish. It was possible he might not hear anyone approaching through the thick brush until it was too late.

But first, Larry Joe and his charges. I took the path up to the field, where the boys were sawing planks and bolting them onto the frame of the bleachers, and the girls were sprawled in the grass, reading magazines.

I took Larry Joe aside. "Do you know Duluth and Norella Buchanon?"

"Why are you asking?"

"It's way complicated," I said. "Do you?"

"I reckon so. They used to show up for Sunday morning services at the Assembly Hall, but not on a regular basis." He paused to think. "They probably haven't come in the better part of two years. When Joyce and me had our fifteenth wedding anniversary a few years back, I let her pick out linoleum for the kitchen floor and Duluth installed it."

"Quite the romantic, aren't you?"

"She was real pleased. I was gonna get her a new lawn mower, but she wanted the linoleum instead. Duluth did a real fine job."

"That's good to hear, Larry Joe." I gave him a terse version of what had happened and told him to declare a day of rest, adding that I didn't want the kids to be out of his sight for even a few seconds.

"About yesterday," he said, scratching his head. "There's something I might ought to mention, although it most likely doesn't mean anything. After you left with Heather, we put everything in the dugout and went down to the cabin. Mrs. Jim Bob would have a hissy fit if she knew, but I figured nobody was gonna do anything while I was with them. Big Mac turned on his radio, and most of them were playing cards when Jarvis told me he'd left his wallet up at the field. He said it was a birthday present from his ma and he was afraid it'd get wet."

"And?" I said.

"It was a good thirty minutes before he came back."

I glanced at Jarvis, who was busy with a cordless drill. "With his wallet?"

"Said he couldn't find it," admitted Larry Joe. "About then the storm hit and we headed for the lodge."

"Did he find it this morning?"

"I asked him. He said he must have left it at home."

Jarvis was by far the most mature boy in the group, at least a head taller than Big Mac, Parwell, and Billy Dick. He'd taken off his shirt, and his muscles were those of a beefy construction worker. He had a few postpubescent pimples on his back, but he undoubtedly shaved more often in a week than the others did in a month. Then again, he'd tried to filch a package of cookies, indicating he was far from wise beyond his years.