Katherine Page - Body in the Bog

And the new access road would pass between the parsonage and the church, an existing—though unused—right-of-way discovered by Joey. Like other developers, he viewed the town ordinance maps much the way Long John Silver did Captain Kidd’s.

Faith fast-forwarded past her own irritations and leaned toward Miss Lora. “Yes,” she asked the teacher, “why Joey?”

“Well, you know he’s going to be building all these new houses out behind the church?”

“We have heard something about it,” Faith said, muttering under her breath, “and if he does, it will be over my dead body.”

“He needs a lot of money up front. You know, to pay for the land, put in the roads, and the houses themselves. Once he starts to sell them, he’ll be okay.

Anyway, he’s been after me to put money into the Estates, but I don’t want to, and he’s hopping mad.” Faith’s curiosity was beginning to resemble Alice’s.

And Lora’s tale was making Faith feel as if she were growing and shrinking in turn. Where would Lora, a nursery school teacher—and Faith knew exactly how underpaid she was—possibly get the kind of money Joey would be interested in? This wasn’t a question of piggy banks.

“You see,” Lora continued obligingly, “Grandfather gave us all a lump sum of money when we turned twenty-one. We’re supposed to use it to make more—

that is, start a business, whatever. My dad used his to buy the dealership.”

Deane Toyota was now in the hands of Cyrus junior’s son Bobby, and it had always been a profitable venture. Faith was beginning to get some idea of the size of the nest egg. She’d found that New Englanders were remarkably reticent when it actually came to discussing dollars and cents in figures, as opposed to thinking about them, and she doubted Lora would tell them how pretty her penny was, but there were ways around this. Millicent probably knew.

“I have told Joey a million times that I need the money for tuition. I want to get my master’s in early childhood education, but he thinks that’s not what Grandfather had in mind when he started the whole thing.”

“But that surely wouldn’t cause him to threaten you.”

“It also goes back to my mother. I get along fine with Bonnie. She was almost like a little mother to me when I was growing up, since she’s so much older.

But she never liked my mother.” Lora put on a professional air. “For a child to lose her mother at that critical age—the onset of puberty—is particularly devastating, and especially since my mother was so young. I’m sure Bonnie resented her and saw her as trying to take her own mother’s place.” She went back to her conversational tone and reached for another piece of bread. “But what they’re really angry about, all of them, is that Daddy left his money to Mom—except for what had to go back into the family pot.”

“The family pot?” Faith was learning more about the Deanes than she had ever imagined possible, and it was fascinating.

“You have to give Grandfather back what he gave you, plus five percent of the profits you’ve made by the time you’re forty.”

“But what if you don’t make a profit, or lose the money?” Tom asked.

Lora was aghast. “I have no idea. That’s never happened.”

Faith steered her back to Joey. “So your brother-in-law thought your father should have left some of his money to his family and not just to his widow?”

“Yes. Daddy left some money for me to finish college, and my mother has loaned me some more. Nobody liked that, either. But after all, she was married to him for all those years and raised them. I would have thought they’d be grateful to her.” Faith was beginning to think it was more than the climate that had attracted Carolyn Deane to California. Something about being on the opposite side of the country. With a chorus of disapproval, or worse, every time you bought a new pair of panty hose, it was no wonder Carolyn wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and these serpent’s teeth.

“You didn’t want to move with your mother?” she asked.

“No. Aleford is my home, and I’d miss my family.

I’m especially close to the twins.”

Cyrus junior’s youngest children by his first wife had been twin boys, Cyrus III and Eddie, now thirty years old. They were Deane Construction Company with their grandfather, having purchased partnerships with the eggs in their nests. This Cyrus was called

“Terry”—short for tertius , meaning “third” in Latin—to avoid any possible confusion over two men with the same name in one family. He couldn’t be called “Gus”; everyone knew there was really only one.

“Maybe I’m not getting this,” Tom said, shaking his head. All these Deanes were beginning to addle him.

“Why would Joey want you out of town if he wants you to give him money? Wouldn’t he try being nice to you?”

“Oh, he did do that. Remember when he let the kids climb all over his excavator, his steam shovel, after we read Mike Mulligan ? And he was always inviting me over to the house for dinner. But once he understood that there was no way he was getting my money, he stopped. Telling me to get out of town is the threat.

He wants to scare me into giving in.” Faith thought back to some of the scenes she’d witnessed in the past. Joey Madsen was noted for his violent temper. At last year’s Town Meeting, he’d started screaming at a fellow member over a line item in the budget and then later, outside, he’d engaged in a shoving match with the man. It would have gone further had Charley MacIsaac not promptly put a stop to it.

“I’m afraid Lora does have a reason to be afraid of Joey. You should have heard him tonight, Tom. This project means everything to him, and he already must have sunk a fortune into it.”

Faith made a note to herself to find out how close Joey was to forty and how soon he’d have to be thinking about putting his percentage back into the pot. It could be he was in need of cash for more than Alefordiana.

“We can’t talk you into going to the police, Lora, so we have to come up with something else. I’d like to think there won’t be any more calls, but that’s not how people like this operate. Whoever it is will keep on.” Tom looked solemn. After a while, calls did not satisfy whatever aberration was motivating the caller, and the next step was something he didn’t want to think about.

He wished the young woman would be sensible.

“Okay. Since I’m not going to the police, what should I do?”

Faith answered. “I’ll try to find out more about Brad. Maybe we can get an idea of how badly he really is taking the breakup.”

“Badly. Believe me.” Lora seemed more than a little pleased.

“And you should go to your grandfather and tell him you suspect Joey is harassing you. I know Gus, and he wouldn’t be at all pleased at Joey’s behavior—if it is Joey,” Tom advised.

“Grandfather! No way! He’d go through the roof and be mad at me for causing problems. We’re supposed to be the perfect all-American family with no disagreements. In fact, if he knew I was telling you about this, he’d be furious.”

Faith had suspected as much. The Deanes were not known for airing their dirty, or even clean, linen in public.

“How about Bonnie?” she suggested. “You said that you’d been close growing up.”

“That’s possible,” Lora said slowly, mulling it over.

“Bonnie’s the boss in their house, and if it is Joey, she’ll put a stop to it right away.”

“I think you ought to talk to her as soon as possible,” Tom said. The seriousness of his tone seemed to impress the young woman.

“Tomorrow’s Thursday and Joey will be off working somewhere. He still hasn’t finished that house on Whipple Hill Road.”