Susan Sleeman - Silent Sabotage

“Anything special about the last two months that would make these things start happening?” Carothers probed.

“No clue. And honestly, as I tell you this, I don’t believe Delmar would be behind them. He clearly wanted to kill me and none of those things are life threatening.”

Following a long pause, Carothers shrugged his shoulders and said, “Maybe he wants to strike back at your aunt, too, by putting her out of business.”

“Maybe.” She pondered what would have happened to Birdie if Delmar had succeeded in his attempts to kill her and ran the business into the ground. Birdie could sell the property and make out okay, but who would care for her? She would have to be institutionalized.

The thought shattered Emily’s heart.

“I really need to get back to the fund-raiser,” she said, more determined than ever to make it a success.

“Fine.” Carothers handed her a business card. “In case you think of anything that might be helpful.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Archer offered in a way that Carothers couldn’t refuse.

Emily put the conversation behind her and went to greet her guests and to assist Birdie’s church friends who’d volunteered to work the carnival. At 9:00 p.m., when the crowd had finally thinned, she sat down by the food booth to count the proceeds. She held the metal cash box in her lap and felt her eyes drooping as she waited for Ralph Inman to join her. As the former business manager for the B and B, he’d volunteered to help reconcile the income and receipts for the night.

She saw him working his way through lingering visitors toward her, his hands shoved in baggy pants pockets, his worn leather satchel slung over his shoulder as usual. He wore his typical plaid shirt with a chest pocket. He was short and balding and reminded her of Mr. Magoo. Birdie was a jovial lady by nature and loved to watch old cartoons so Emily could name all of the cartoon characters from years past.

As he approached, he looked at her with the same sharp eye he’d used to keep the B and B’s finances in line for the past twenty years, until they’d fallen on hard times. He’d been at Birdie’s for so long he was almost part of the family. Thankfully, he’d decided to retire and enjoy life when the business started tanking and they could no longer pay him.

He sat beside her and yawned. “I forgot how much work it takes to run one of these events.”

She set the cash box on the table. “Then let’s get going on this so we can get you home.”

He nodded, flipped pages in his book and they started reviewing the receipts she’d stored in the cash box. She explained each receipt, and he noted them in the expense column in his ledger. He’d never changed over to computerized bookkeeping, which meant Emily would have to add these details in the computerized system she’d created when she started managing the business.

He asked so many detailed questions that the receipts took over thirty minutes to log and then move on to counting the cash.

Ralph rearranged bills so they all faced the same way. “Want me to drop this in the night deposit on my way home?”

“Sure, that’d be great,” she replied, but her attention was diverted as she noticed the crowd moving rapidly toward the house. They seemed agitated and upset, which was odd.

“What’s going on?” she muttered.

“Fire in the back of the house,” a man in their midst called out.

Emily jerked her head around to see flames shooting from a third-floor window. Her bedroom window! Dark smoke billowed from the nearby bedroom.

Birdie.

Emily was vaguely aware of a scream. A wild, air-rending noise.

Had it come from her?

Maybe. She didn’t care.

She shoved the cash box at Ralph and ran.

All she cared about was getting inside the house to save Birdie.

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