Mary Daheim - Snow Place to Die - A Bed-and-breakfast Mystery
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right?”
“Right. We can come and go together, because my
presentation should take about two hours, plus Q&A, plus
the usual yakkity-yak and glad-handing. You’ll get to see me
work the room. It’ll be a whole new experience. I actually
stay nice for several minutes at a time.”
Judith couldn’t help but smile. Her cousin wasn’t famous
for her even temper. “How many?” she asked, getting down
to business.
“Ten—six men, four women,” Renie answered, also
sounding equally professional. “All their officers, plus the
administrative assistant. I’ll make a list, just so you know
the names. Executives are very touchy about being recognized
correctly.”
Judith nodded to herself. “Okay. You mentioned a lodge.
Which one?”
“Mountain Goat,” Renie replied. “It’s only an hour or so
from town, so we should leave Friday morning around nine.”
Judith knew the lodge, which was located on one of the
state’s major mountain passes. “I can’t wait to tell Joe. He’ll
be thrilled about the money. By the way, why did the other
caterers back out?”
There was a long pause. “Uh…I guess they’re sort of superstitious.”
8 / Mary Daheim
“What do you mean?” Judith’s voice had turned wary.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” Renie said, sounding unnaturally
jaunty. “Last year they had a staff assistant handle the catering
at Mountain Goat Lodge. Barry Something-Or-Other, who
was starting up his own business on the side. He…ah…disappeared.”
“He disappeared ?” Judith gasped into the receiver.
“Yeah, well, he went out for cigarettes or something and
never came back. Got to run, coz. See you later.”
Renie hung up.
Joe wasn’t excited about Judith’s bonanza. Indeed, Joe
didn’t really hear her mention the OTIOSE catering job. He
was uncharacteristically self-absorbed and depressed, though
the reasons had nothing to do with his wife.
“It’s these damned drive-bys,” he complained, accepting a
stiff Scotch from Judith. “They’re always kids, both victims
and perps, and sometimes they’re innocent bystanders. The
victims, I mean. God, it’s such a waste.” He loosened his tie
and collapsed into a kitchen chair.
Judith came up behind him and massaged his tense
shoulders. “It’s sad. What are they trying to prove?”
“That they belong.” Joe sighed. “It doesn’t matter that it’s
a gang of punks just like themselves. They fit in somewhere,
there’s a place for them, a niche they can’t find with family,
because they don’t have any. Not a real family, I mean.
They’re the new outcasts, and they can only prove their worth
by blowing some other poor kid away.”
“It’s an awfully stupid way to prove anything,” Judith said,
turning back to the stove where mussels boiled in a big pot.
“You usually catch them, though.”
“That’s the frustrating part,” Joe said, taking a deep drink.
“The perps end up in the slammer for fifteen, twenty years,
wasting their young lives. What’s even worse is that the rest
of them don’t learn by what happens to the ones we send
away. There are times when I hate my job. Do you realize I
could retire in three years?”
SNOW PLACE TO DIE / 9
Judith, who was draining the mussels into a colander, almost dropped the pot. She’d never heard Joe mention retirement before. “Do you want to?” she gulped.
Joe sighed again, his green eyes troubled. “I’ve been
thinking about it lately. Hell, I’ve been on the force for thirtythree years. Plenty of guys burn out by fifty-five. I’m past
that already. I figure I’m lucky to have lasted this long.”
So was Judith. Only in the five and a half years of her
marriage to Joe had she been able to count on financial
support from a spouse. During her nineteen years with the
unemployed and unemployable Dan McMonigle, Judith had
worked two jobs. By day she had served as a librarian, and
at night, she had toiled behind the bar at the Meat and
Mingle. The daytime and evening clientele neither met nor
mingled. Most of the hard-fisted drinkers were lucky they
could read the bar specials posted on a chalkboard set next
to the blinking sign depicting a hula-skirted chipmunk.
“Well,” Judith said, tossing the mussels into a bowl of
vermicelli and rice, “it’s your decision.” She gave her husband
a quick, keen look. The red hair had more gray in it, the
forehead was growing higher, the laugh and worry lines were
etched more deeply. Joe was still the most attractive man in
the world to Judith, but he was getting older. She’d hardly
noticed. After a twenty-five-year separation, their time together had seemed so brief. “You’ll know when it’s time to quit,”
she added a bit lamely.
“Hmm.” Joe sipped more Scotch. “The retirement package
is fairly good, all things considered.”
Which, Judith realized, Joe had considered. “Medical,
dental?”
“Right. I’d have Social Security, too.”
There had been no security with Dan, social or otherwise.
At over four hundred pounds, her first husband had offered
only verbal abuse and demands for more vodka, Ding-Dongs,
apple fritters, and whatever else he could stuff into his fat,
lazy face.
10 / Mary Daheim
“I guess we’ll have to think about it,” Judith said, sounding
slightly wistful.
Joe didn’t reply. He has thought about it. Plenty. Why hasn’t
he mentioned it to me? Judith felt betrayed.
Maybe this wasn’t the time to discuss the three grand for
the OTIOSE conference. Maybe Judith should start building
her own little nest egg. Certainly she wasn’t prepared to give
up the B&B. She’d worked too hard to turn it into a successful venture.
“Did you hear me say I’ll be gone most of Friday?” she
asked, spooning green beans onto a plate for Gertrude. “I’m
catering a phone company conference for Renie.”
Joe had picked up the evening paper and was reading the
sports page. “Since when did Renie go to work for the phone
company?”
“She’s freelancing, as usual.” Judith was getting exasperated.
“Bill’s retiring next year.” Joe turned a page of the newspaper.
“ What? ” Judith gaped at her husband.
He nodded, but didn’t look up. “Thirty-one years in the
university system. Why shouldn’t he?”
“Renie hasn’t said a thing!” Now Judith’s annoyance spread
to her cousin.
“Maybe Bill hasn’t told Renie. Where the hell is the Hot
Stove League news? I heard there was a big trade brewing.”
Joe riffled the pages, in search of baseball reports.
“Bill wouldn’t not tell Renie,” Judith seethed. “Bill and
Renie communicate .”
“Maybe she forgot to mention it to you. Ah, here we are…”
Joe disappeared behind the paper.
Judith marched out to the toolshed with Gertrude’s dinner.
For once, she put the covered plate outside the door, knocked
twice, and raced back to the house. Gertrude hated mussels.
Judith wasn’t in a mood to hear her mother gripe. Judith, in
fact, was feeling mutinous. Joe wasn’t usually secretive, especially not when it came to making decisions
SNOW PLACE TO DIE / 11
that affected them as a couple. And Renie always told Judith
everything. The cousins were as close as sisters, maybe closer,
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