Cat Of The Century

Big Mim, upon hearing the lively song, opened the door. Come on in. Its bitter cold out there.

The young women filed in to the parlor, formed a triple row semicircle, and began to sing the songs that Tally and Inez would know. Soon the two old ladies sang along with them.

I Wonder Whos Kissing Her Now led into Black Bottom. Song after song recalled a past, at once near yet far. Tears rolled down Tallys cheeks, then Inezs, and soon everyone was crying.

Harrys grandfather had had an affair with Tally. This had all come to light a few years ago, but Harry was reminded of it now, reminded of how bittersweet Aunt Tallys life had been.

After the songs ended, Aunt Tally laughed and said, Were all a bunch of big babies.

Everyone laughed with her.

Big Mim and Little Mim had known of the serenade, so they brought back from town a smorgasbord of food to augment what Trudy Sweetwater had supplied. The students dove in. William Woodss cafeteria food was good, but students did get bored with it. Champagne was uncorked, and Aunt Tally as well as the more rigid Big Mim chose not to ask anyones age. Surely one glass of champagne to toast a grand old gal was not out of order.

Finally, by eight, all had left. The Albemarle County contingent and Inez recapped today, and Tally and Inez reminisced about their wonderful, funny experiences when they were students in the late twenties and early thirties of the twentieth century. A sharp wind rattled one of the front windows.

That packed a punch. Harry rose to see. Oh, my God, its snowing. Really snowing. I didnt think it would get here until tomorrow afternoon.

Aunt Tally, Inez, Big Mim, and Little Mim came to the windows. The cats jumped on the back of the stuffed chair to get a better look.

Sweeps over the prairie like wildfire. Nothing to stop it, Inez remarked.

I had no idea. Harry wished she could see the prairie, which she figured started in Kansas. Harry had never seen the west and longed to do so.

This old house is in good shape, but it isnt insulated the way newer ones are. Better put an extra blanket on the bed, girls. Aunt Tally remembered her first year adjusting to Missouri weather.

Harry looked down at Tucker. Oh, little one, wed better get our evening constitutional in right now.

Im not going out in that,

Pewter quickly spoke up.

Im using the dirt box.

Harry had put the dirt box in the basement and left the door ajar. She cleaned the box about every hour on the hour.

Outside, the snow, coming down in large flakes, was beautiful. Tucker, in her blue collar and blue leash, looked smart as she, Mrs. Murphy, and Harry took a brisk walk.

Harry figured that walking behind the stables was the best idea. Just in case Tucker couldnt make it that far, she had a yellow plastic bag unwrapped over her arm. Her winter coat somewhat got in the way.

Fortunately, Tucker waited until behind the stables. When the corgi was finished, they walked by the manure pile.

The last stall-mucking had been completed, and steam rose off the piled-up mixture of bedding and manure.

Blood.

Tucker sniffed, pulling Harry to the pile.

So it is.

Mrs. Murphy put her nose at the bottom of the large manure pile.

Come on, Tucker, youve smelled horse poop before. Harry tugged at the leash.

Mom, blood. Fresh blood. If I can smell it through all this, theres a lot of it!

To no avail, Harry chirped to her friend, Come on, Tucker. It really is cold, and its snowing harder.

Reluctantly, Tucker gave up. She knew that when the pile froze, no scent would lift off.

Later, as everyone retired to their quarters, Inez rapped on Aunt Tallys bedroom door. Awake?

Come on in.

The two sat there, wrapped in heavy robes. Across her lap, Inez had a long, wrapped gift.

I brought you a present.

Lets celebrate it with a dash of gin and a cigarette. Im dying for a cig.

Thought you gave them up, Inez remarked, who smoked three cigarettes a day, no more, no less.

Did. But being back at college reminds me of when I smoked like a chimney.

Inez laughed. We thought we were so daring.

Modern. Aunt Tally got up, retrieved her gin from the chest of drawers along with a bottle of vermouth.

Glasses?

Brought two up.

She mixed a martini, sans olive, and handed the stiff drink to Inez.

Potent. Inez smiled broadly.

Im not a wimp. Neither are you. None of these designer drinks. Gimme the real stuff. May I open my gift?

Please. Inez placed her glass on the nightstand and gave Tally the present topped off with a colorful burgundy-and-forest-green bow, school colors.

Like an eager child, Aunt Tally removed the bow and tore off the paper. Its a cane, just like my silver one but with a gold head! Oh, Inez, gold is frightfully expensive.

Pull the head.

As Tally did so, a long, straight sword slid out with a quiet swish from the ebony cane, which was a scabbard. Glory be.

Sharp, sharp, sharp.

What an extravagant present.

Youre worth it. Keep it close, Blossom. These are crazy times, what with young people hooked on meth, some on PCP. Makes marijuana and cocaine look benign. Drugs mystify me. I cant understand why anyone would do them.

Me, either. Gin is much better. Aunt Tally laughed. What a beautiful, beautiful gift. Youre a sweetie to worry about me. No crackhead will get me, Chickpea. Im too mean.

Youve got a point there. Inez savored her martini.

It is a crazy world, isnt it? I never thought Id live to see my

country topsy-turvy, the lunatics running the asylum. Drugs, a fence at the border with Mexico, religious nuts. Crazy.

Though not particularly nostalgic, Inez did think things were better in her youth, with the exception of entrenched sexism and racism; even then, in most situations people behaved with good manners in daily discourse, regardless of hardships. Inez took another sip. You asked earlier if I feel old. When I look at the world now, I dont feel old but I dont understand, and the loss of civility truly upsets me.

Me, too. And the language. Vulgar. Shows a pathetic lack of imagination. If youre going to insult someone, be creative. The F word is so well, noncreative.

Tis. Inez inhaled the smoke Tally exhaled. Oh, give me a cigarette.

Tally lit one for Inez off hers and handed it over. Another nail in your coffin.

Inez laughed. You do bring out the worst in me.

I hope so. What are friends for? Aunt Tally glanced at the small electric clock by the bedstead. Another four hours and I will be one hundred. I was born at 2:02 A.M. She leaned forward, placing her hand over her friends. I wish I could do it all over again.

Me, too.

You know, Inez, I really dont want to die.

I dont, either. I know many of our classmates suffered so at the end that they wanted to die. Were still healthy. Its a game of chance. We drew lucky cards.

So we did, but if its my time, then I hope its fast. No lingering.

I feel the same way. Inezs eyes misted. Oh, Tally, where, where did the time go? Like you, Id do it all over again, even those times when my heart was barbecued on a spit. I love this life.

Aunt Tally finished her gin. Me, too. And one of the reasons I love it is because I have you for a friend.

Oh Inez couldnt finish her sentence.

They cried, then laughed, finished their martinis and cigarettes, and went to bed, as the world outside transformed into a cold but extraordinary winter kingdom.

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iven that it was going to be a long day, Inez started the meeting at nine. A foot of snow already covered the ground. Still, it kept coming down.

She looked around the room. Lets wait five minutes.

Flo wiggled in her seat but said nothing. She conspicuously checked her watch.

Five minutes passed.

Does anyone have any idea where Mariah is? Inez asked.

We can go on without her, Liz stated.

Yes.

The meeting went smoothly without Flo and Mariah sniping at each other.

Inez wrapped it up in an hour, to her great surprise. Then she walked through the hall to Kenda Shindlers office.

Hello.

Kenda, did Mariah call you to say she wouldnt be attending the meeting?

No.

Thats not like her.

Inez left after a pleasant exchange. She walked along the shoveled paths back to the Fairchild Alumni House. Once there, she pulled out her cell and called Pete, Mariahs husband. Not wishing to worry him,

she asked if he knew where Mariah had stayed last night. He cited a very nice B&B. Then Inez told him that Mariah hadnt attended the board meeting. This surprised him, but he didnt seem alarmed.

Next Inez called Gayle Lampe, because Gayle knew Mariahs habits fairly well; they often traveled to the summer Saddlebred shows together. But Gayle hadnt heard from Mariah after a quick coffee in Gayles office at about 6:00 P.M., the previous evening.

Inez fought a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didnt want to spoil Tallys big day with her worry over Mariah. First she called Jahnae Barnett. Jahnae suggested they should leave a message with the proprietor of the B&B. If Mariah didnt show up by 2:00 P.M., Jahnae would call the police.

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eputy Knute Sorenson arrived at Jahnae Barnetts office at 3:00 P.M. in a hard snow. Residents of Callaway County might be accustomed to driving in the snow, but there was always a slick spot here or there or the one fool who flew along at sixty miles an hour, only to spin out of control. It had taken the deputy longer to get to the campus than he would have liked.

Inez, tired, waited with Jahnae. The president had also called her husband, Eddie Barnett, a calm figure in a crisis and one not given to flights of fancy. Cognizant of news that the storm would worsen, he was heading home from one of his XVIII Wheelers Truck Washes out on Route 70. While Eddie might not carry an official title at the school, his common sense was appreciated by his wife, who was facing a troublesome, perhaps deeply upsetting situation.

Inez explained to Deputy Sorenson, a competent fellow of about thirty-four, who was missing and why she thought it highly unusual.

Any reasons you can think of concerning her absence? He was a pleasant, respectful young man.

No, Inez replied patiently. She did borrow from the alumnae accounts without clearing it with the board, but she replaced the money quickly. Twenty-five thousand dollars.

Did anyone else know but you?

The president, Dr. Barnett, was informed yesterday.

Did Mrs. DAngelo have enemies that you knew about?

Flo Langston. Perhaps rival is a better term than enemy. They graduated in the same class in 1974. Never did get along.

Did Mrs. Langston know about the twenty-five thousand dollars?

No, Inez crisply replied. Had she known, she would have used it against her. The two have been fighting for control of the board for the last year. It reached a nadir recently. The standing chair had to step down, which is why Im acting chair despite my advanced age.

Which is? Hed been scribbling in his notebook.

Ninety-eight.

He looked up quickly from his notebook, his brown eyes wide. Ninety-eight.

Ninety-eight. Inez smiled, and old though she was, a hint of flirtation infused that smile.

If you dont mind me asking, maam, how have you kept so, uh, fit?

Im an equine vet. Still go out on a case as a consultant. Lots of physical labor and using ones mind. And Im an alumna of William Woods. I like to think Ive kept going because I want to know whats happening at my alma mater.

Jahnae said evenly, I called the bed-and-breakfast where Mariah was staying; she never came back last night. Her car is parked by the barns. She often parks there when visiting here. Shes a passionate horsewoman. We are beginning to worry, obviously.

Inez spoke up, No one has touched the car, for what thats worth.

Might be helpful. He then asked, Did she ever threaten anyone physically?

Well, Inez temporized, not exactly. Two board meetings back, she threatened to tear off Flo Langstons face.

Was Mrs. Langston frightened or angry? He scribbled again.

Angry. She said if she were to tear off Mariahs face, she wouldnt know where to start since she always saw two.

It took the deputy a moment to grasp the insult.

Jahnae said, Officer, is there any way to keep this low-key? Were celebrating the one hundredth birthday of one of our alumna this evening. The weather is already causing some distress. We dont need

she thought for a momentanother problem. Weve assembled the alumnae board so that you might question them as soon as possible. Theyre sworn to secrecy until after the event.

Think theyll keep their promise? Hed seen enough of human behavior to know that most people couldnt resist being the bearer of bad news; the greater the disaster, the happier they were to report it.

I believe they will. Inez smiled. If not, they answer to me.

He studied her for a moment, then smiled slightly. I see.

Before questioning the board, Deputy Sorenson called for a backup. Gina, Im at William Woods. Will you go to the stables on campus and He glanced at Inez.

New Range Rover Sport, black. She supplied the information.

Find a new black Range Rover Sport parked back at the barns. The owner is missing. Ive got some people to question. If theres anything there, I dont want it to walk.

Gina readily agreed. As everyone knew the university, she needed no directions. Deputy Sorenson then walked into the conference room.

Jahnae touched Inez on the shoulder. Would you like me to attend?

No, you have enough to do. If theres any further development, Ill call you on your cell. Inez breathed deeply. Shes dead, Jahnae. I feel it in my bones.

Her face registering not shock but sad agreement, Jahnae nodded. Lets pray shes not.

By 4:00 P.M., nothing new had turned up, and Inez walked through the snow to clear her head, then returned to the Fairchild Alumni House. Tally, Big Mim, and Little Mim were upstairs, getting ready for this evenings festivities. Harry was ironing her skirt in the kitchen. She hated ironing but had dutifully found the ironing board in a hallway closet. Inez told Harry everything, because she trusted Harrys keen mind.

Tally wont find out until after the celebration, hopefully. Harry

set the iron on its haunches. Could Mariah have been involved in something more scandalous than a money problem?

Possible. These days anything is possible. Actually, it was probably always that way. Its just now were badgered by news around the clock. It only makes things worse, I think. Inez sank into a kitchen chair.

Maybe she had something on someone on the board. Blackmail. If business is on the skids, human behavior can always be relied upon for misdeeds. Or sex. Never run out of problems there.

The DAngelos are successful people; they contribute heavily to political campaigns. Its crossed my mind that she might have gotten involved in something unsavory, as you have said, gotten the goods on a prominent public figure. Mariah is too smart to try blackmail. It would have been disguised as something else. Inez tipped her head back, her silver curls catching what little light there was. Shed lit a cigarette, one of the three she smoked every day. God, that tastes good.

Cooper loves Dunhills, too. Terribly expensive. She cant afford them, but I know when she treats herself, its the red pack. She doesnt like menthol.

Havent seen Cooper in a while. Remind me to bum a cig off of her. I love it. Clears out my sinuses. I shouldnt be smoking, but

Inez, at your age, you can do as you damned well please.

A big grin crossed Inezs symmetrical face. I need to be reminded of that more often. I dont know how long I have to live, but less than you.

I hope not. Harry smiled.

If only I could live forever, Inez said wistfully. I find this earth fascinating. I dont want to leave. She took another deep drag. Youll never know how I struggled to give up this habit. Used to smoke a pack a day when I was practicing. At this point, why bother? Your sentiments. She nodded to Harry.

Harry returned to the subject at hand. Do you know the candidates or elected officials that Mariah backed?

No. Ill ask Flo. Theyre at loggerheads about that, too. Flos Democrat. Mariah, Republican.

Have they ever agreed on anything? Charity, perhaps?

Inezs head perked upward slightly. Why do you say that?

Theyre community leaders; leaders are always involved in some kind of charity. Its easy to steal from charities. For instance, you create a special need, like funding wheelchairs for indigent children. And when money comes in for your wheels-for-kids, you do supply wheelchairs. With lots of publicity. You then run all your expenses through the 501(c)3 corporation, a charitable nonprofit. You can live like a king. You can also create another corporation, and the wheels-for-kids makes gifts and loans to it.

How do you know about this?

Had some dealings with the Brothers of Love on the mountain.

Up next to Swannanoa. Inez cited a place just to the south of Route 250, below the Skyline Drive on- and off-ramp. It may well be one of the most interesting places in Virginia, as it was founded, in a sense, to study religions without judgment, perhaps a century ago.

Right.

The Brothers of Love are crooked? Inez was shocked.

Some were. Its been straightened out.

Im happy to hear that. Iwell, I dont want to get off track here. You think Mariah might have set up a charity?

Just a thought.

Ill investigate. If she had, Id think Id know about it. Board members are merciless in pressing other board members about some special project.

Harry excused herself for a moment to go upstairs to the bathroom. Shed imbibed far too much tea.

Mrs. Murphy jumped onto Inezs lap.

Theres blood mixed into the manure. Tucker said so.

Tucker, on the floor, said,

If only you could learn what were saying.

I still think youre making it up.

Pewter rolled over to her left side.

You just want me to be jealous because I didnt come along.

Pewter, Ive read astronomy books over Harrys shoulder. I dont remember learning that you are the center of the universe.

Mrs. Murphy flashed her Cheshire cat smile.

Hateful fleabag,

Pewter insulted her friend.

Oh la,

Mrs. Murphy sassed, which further inflamed Pewter.

Harry returned to the kitchen.

Inez was enjoying her nicotine hit as the cigarette burned down. Both Flo and Mariah are totally devoted to William Woods and both were in Kansas City at the American Royal horse show in 1984, when Skywalk and Imperator went head to head in the five-gaited class. They were often at important events, not together, but there.

I dont know much about Saddlebreds, but I really loved the Shelbyville show, and that Shortro is a dream.

Good minds. Good mouths. Well, Skywalk, trained and ridden by Mitch Clark, and Imperator with Don Harris in the irons, were like the Yankees versus the Dodgers in the old days. Electricity. I was there, too. That is the extent of Flo and Mariahs confluence in the horse world. As to fund-raisingfor, say, rebuilding a historic place or something like thatthey were often involved.

I see. Inez, if Mariah did have a special charity, would Flo have supported it?

Depends on the charity. Thats why I think Mariahs disappearance is related to something else. Politicsas I mentioned, politics usually brings out the worst in people.

Im beginning to think politics is a platform for extreme egotism, Harry mused. One stokes greed, the other fuels egothe desire for power over others.

Got that right, Snookums. Inez used the old term from Fanny Brices radio show, then realized Harry had never heard of it.

The Baby Snooks Show.

Pardon?

Baby Snooks

was Fanny Brices radio show. Screamingly funny. You saw

Funny Girl,

Im sure.

A revival. Wish I could have seen it with Barbra Streisand.

Barbra Streisand started out singing at the Bon Soir on West Eighth Street in the Village.

Inez, is there anything you dont know?

Inez laughed. When youre ninety-eight, youve lived a lot, plus

Im blessed with a sharp memory. I have so many interests. Is there anything I dont know? Lots. I dont know why the human animal so likes to destroy thingsliving thingsand I dont know where Mariah is. Her voice lowered.

Im so sorry, Inez. As chairman of the alumnae board, this lands in your lap.

Im worried, Harry. She paused and half-whispered, Deeply worried.

Ill help in any way I can.

I know you will. I wanted to talk to you about the problems on the board before we got here. You often have unconventional solutions. Little did I know when I made that phone call that it would be something big when we got here. You have a good mind, and you arent misled by sentiment. Thats uncommon, really. You dont let emotion cloud your thinking.

Thank you, Inez. Do you think Aunt Tally is in danger?

A long pause followed. Its possible. She has an unerring ability to stir a hornets nest.

The animals had been listening.

The blood in the manure pile,

Tucker said.

Lets get out of here and go back there.

Mrs. Murphy replied sensibly,

Tucker, a blizzard is developing. Theres more than a foot of snow on the ground already. The manure pile is covered and frozen. You know that. We couldnt dig into it if we had to.

Pewter, finally drawn into this, said,

I didnt see the manure pile, but it sounds as though its in plain view.

In the back, but its not hard to find,

Mrs. Murphy answered.

A manure pile is not a likely place to actually kill someone, though. For one thing, if the killer and Mariah made noise, a student might have heard it; the horses certainly would have. I bet Mariah was killedif indeed she wassomewhere else. As the manure pile was fresh on the top, it would have been pretty easy to dump her there, pull the fresh manure over the body. Or the attack could have started there if the attacker was able to silence her in some fashion. I dont know; right now it makes no sense.

You dont know if the blood you smelled was hers, Tucker.

Pewter was now sorry she hadnt gone to the barns.

And your idea means whoever put the body there would have to be lucky that the pile wasnt frozen.

Or they knew the maintenance routine.

Tucker sat still.

If only we could get Mom back there.

Thats not going to be anytime soon.

Mrs. Murphy looked toward the window.

Whiteout.

T

he wind whipped the heavy snows sideways at times. The mercury hung at twenty-two degrees but threatened to go lower as the night of March 25 deepened. By six, the time of the celebration, the auditorium held the students who lived on campus and most of the faculty and staff. The over-eighty alumnae had been bused in. All the alumnae board, except for Mariah, sat in the front row on the right of the center aisle. The elderly graduates sat on the left. The auditorium was half-full. There was no way those living far away could fight the storm. As it was, the students would be walking back to their residence halls holding hands in a chain. Losing ones way in a whiteout was easy, far easier than one would suspect. All people in cold climates knew stories of farmers frozen to death not ten yards from the barn door.

Harry left her three animal companions in the house. None of them had minded. She sat toward the front. Big Mim and Little Mim sat directly below the podium. Inez sat next to Jahnae Barnett and Aunt Tally on the stage.

Jahnae spoke, lovingly sketching the universitys history. It was founded in 1870, five years after the end of The War Between the States, in response to the needs of female children orphaned by the conflict. Sixty-one years later, Tally Urquhart graduated. The Great

Depression was two years old; Germany was rearming. Dismal though things might be, sound entered movies, and people flocked to theaters to forget their troubles. Professional sports provided another bright spot. It might have been the Great Depression, but the young were ever hopeful. This applied to the class of 1931 and to Inezs class, 1933.

Then as now, one of the hallmarks of William Woods was the lifelong friendships forged during the students two years. William Woods became a four-year institution years after Tally and then Inez had graduated. At this, Jahnae introduced Inez, providing a bit of her history.

Inez could always command an audience. I first met Tally Urquhart in 1931, my freshman year, in the stable. She said, Put your hands down.

I was riding a hunter but with Saddle Seat hands. From that day to this, my oldest and dearest friend has spoken her mind, usually without honey-coating her thoughts. She was right. My hands needed to come down.

As you can imagine, weve lived through a great deal. Were still here. I will always be grateful to William Woods for the superior education I received at a time when not many women managed to achieve a higher education nor were encouraged to do so. Most of our classmates are gone now, but we have maintained vibrant friendships. I hope this one lasts another eighty years and then some, but failing that, well make the most of what time we have left.

Without further ado, Tally Urquhart.

To thunderous applause, Inez took her seat next to Jahnae, who leaned over to congratulate her.

Using her gold-headed cane from Inez, Tally reached the podium without hobbling. Given Tallys short stature, Jahnae had arranged for a low podium. Tally wanted to stand. No chair for her.

Aunt Tallys eyes, still quite good, swept the audience, lingering on her niece and grand-niece; then she cast her eyes at Harry. Taking a deep breath, she addressed the assembled.

Thank you for braving a Missouri spring to be here. She paused

for the ripple of laughter, then continued, You know how old I am. A woman who will tell her age will tell anything. I intend to do just that.

I applaud your good sense in attending William Woods. I look back on my time here with untrammeled joy. I know I speak for Inez, too, for all the Grande Dames. The rest of our classmates have gone on. I miss them. This will happen to you many decades from now, the good-byes to those who sustained you in life. You go on. You retain their wisdom. You try to incorporate their best qualities into your behavior.

One professor stands out in my minda wonderful, wonderful history professor, Chuck Jones. He used to tell us over and over againto the point where Inez and I could look at each other, wink, and then repeatTrust your instincts and dont expect life to be logical. He told us the truth.

I will now try to live up to what I learned here, to what life has taught me, and to my own instincts. I will tell you the truth as best I know it.

The first truth really is to trust your instincts. How easy that sounds. How difficult in practice. Why? Because all religion and government want to do is take you away from you. This isnt to say that organized religion is bad, only that it has strayed far away from spirit and is now part and parcel of the political structure. I guess the leaders of the various churches have forgotten Christs words, Render therefore to Caesar the things that are Caesars and to God the things that are Gods.

As to the United States government, at the federal level it is a disaster. At the state level it can be intrusive. At the local level it often works very well. The further a politician is removed from those who are governed, the more mistakes he or she makes. And we have no statesmen, only politicians, hence the disasters that will accumulate and intensify until you become involved, which is to say fight back. Rememberin fact, tattoo this on the inside of your eyelidsJeffersons quote that every American should hold sacred: That government is best which governs least.

Never ever believe that laws will solve a problem. The law allows what honor forbids. A problem will be solved only by people, not by a piece of paper.

She caught her breath, smiled, then continued, So much for the so-called big issues. Now to life.

Never hope more than you work.

Animals never make a virtue out of boredom, best you dont, either.

Dont get addicted to the struggle. If that statement doesnt make sense now, it will over time.

There are some people you cant satisfy even if you blow a fan on them in hell. Ditch em. If that person is your boss, start looking for another job.

Corruption is like a lilybrush against it, however lightly, and some of the pollen smears on you. Therefore choose your friends and your employers wisely. When the day comes that some of you start your own businesses and hire employees, concern yourself more with that persons character than their resume. This gets back to the first thing I said: Trust your instincts.

No dog would pay for sex. Humans, mostly men, worldwide, do. And people call dogs dumb animals.

For Gods sake, dont try to be perfect. Its impossible and you will become impossibly tedious.

I have always believed a window into a persons true nature is how they treat animals, children, and the elderly. A person who mistreats animals isnt worth knowing. A person who mistreats childrenespecially those who abuse and kill themshould be shot without wasting any taxpayer money for a trial and for feeding them in prison. When a perpetrator of heinous crimes can live in a climate-controlled environment and eat three meals a day while good people go hungry, something is very wrong. Americans are paying for serial killers, rapists, and child abusers to live better than they do.

She paused for a moment, again swept the room with her eyes, and moved on to less troubling subjects. Fall in love with open eyes. Easier said than done, so should you find yourself in a situation where you

love someone who lacks the good taste to return the compliment, move on. Youre better off without him or her.

If your cat or dog doesnt like someone, trust your cat or dog.

Obey the Ten Commandments. And they are the Ten Commandments not the Ten Suggestions.

Having memorized them, I dont recall any exhortation not to smoke, drink, or overeat. Now if you stop smoking and drinking, you may not live longer but it will seem longer.

Any offer too good to be true, is.

Well, Ive rattled on, hopped around, Im not much of a speech giver. I still have goals, old as I am, and hope you do, too. Ive pretty much given up on self-improvement, but there are things Id like to know, such as the fact that cats were worshipped for milennia in ancient Egypt. When did that practice stop? And why dont our cats notice?

Another thing, and this is just something from our community: In 1964 a young blacksmith was found dead in the road. No one ever caught the killer, and Ive always wanted to know who did it. Its our countys Black Dahlia case.

Id like to see one of my horses or one of my nieces horses win the Maryland Cup, which is a steeplechase race. She smiled broadly. Small goals, they wont set the world on fire, but if you have a goal, youll push on.

I wish each of you a long life if you have the will to live it, and life takes will. Perhaps someday something in my ramblings will pop into your head and youll think, She knew her beans.

As for aging, dont fear it. Aging is a return to your true self. The mind understands time, the heart does not. My heart is here at William Woods: the century is irrelevant.

She lifted her right hand, palm open, and gestured to the assembled. Onward and upward.

With that, she came out from behind the podium and bowed, balancing on her cane. The gesture was not lost on her, for in more primitive times, one lowered ones head to the hetman or leader. If your performance displeased, off with your head.

Aunt Tallys remained securely on her shoulders, for the audience

cheered. The young people in the audience liked that she spoke to them without a whiff of bullshit. That alone was worth applause.

Inez rose, as did Jahnae. Inez, having lived almost to one hundred herself, agreed with every word Tally had uttered. Shed lived long enough to know that Americans were like Gulliver in Lilliput: tied down by cords of government regulation. And like Gulliver, we must free ourselves, she thought to herself.

One willowy girl in the audience wiped away a tear. Even if she had to stand in line for an hour at the reception to talk to Tally, she would do it.

They filed out of the auditorium to the reception room, where dinner was waiting. Few students could have paid for this special dinner, nor could some of the over-eighty alumnae. Big Mim, asking for anonymity, had paid for the entire feast.

The Ivy Room, decorated in green and burgundy, smelled of roast beef, which was being served buffet style. As freshmen, sophomores, and most juniors were underage, no alcohol was served. However, Jahnae, being a wonderful hostess, had ordered a pitcher with Tanqueray and nestled it in a champagne bucket stuffed with shaved ice. The bucket sported burgundy-and-dark-green ribbons with an enormous bow. A place card reading Tally Urquhart in italics signified Tallys seat at the table. The vermouth was in a silver teapot, and the olives were on a small silver plate, toothpicks spearing them.

Jahnae had arranged for waitstaff to bring filled dishes to the three tables of over-eighty alumnae. Some of the women would not have been able to get the food and carry it. A student waiter was in charge of alcoholic drinks at those special tables. He was amazed at how much those old girls could knock back.

The members of the alumnae board were seated at a table adjacent to Tallys.

Once the room was filled, Jahnae briefly welcomed everyone and encouraged them to enjoy the food. After dessert and coffee, students and friends could speak with their celebrated guest.

At the head table, Jahnae whispered to Tally that the vermouth was in the silver teapot.

Youve thought of everything, Aunt Tally praised her, as she fixed herself a liberal martini, then mixed a second one for Inez and a third for Little Mim. Big Mim rarely drank any form of alcohol and Harry drank only beer.

But the weather, Jahnae laughed.

Aunt Tally offered to mix a martini for Jahnae. The bartenders hand makes a mean martini, she said. In the South, the bartenders hand is the secret ingredient to a perfect drink. Jahnae understood and whispered, On duty. That was easier than saying no, since Tally liked to share. Jahnae wasnt much of a drinker.

Harry held up her drink as Jahnae stood.

To Tally Urquhart, an example to us all, a woman of high intelligence and keen observation and a born hell-raiser. Jahnae laughed again.

Big Mim, looking nothing like her seventy-some years, her jewelry understated but major, held up her iced tea. To my aunt, who so resembles my mother and my brother, Myron, who died on the Bataan Death March: Heres to one hundred more years. Jahnae, might I add that if you had to live with her, the hell-raising might wear on you a bit. Big Mim laughed. Aunt Tally, you really are one in a million.

Another toast and more laughter.

Next, Inez proposed a toast. Here we are in 2009. Seventy-eight years of friendship with rarely a cross word but gales of laughter. May each of you have a friend so dear.

While toasts continued at table one, the alumnae board at table two put on a good face, but they were reeling over Mariahs disappearance as well as at the questioning by the police.

Liz Filmore, whose husband, Tim, sat next to her, moaned, It seems so odd not to have Mariah here.

No one mentioned Pete, since he rarely accompanied Mariah. They usually went their separate ways.

For one thing, its quieter. Flo rose and made her way to the buffet table, which was already jammed with students.

The students gave way to Flo. They would have in most instances, but Gayle Lampe had impressed upon them to honor the alumnae

board. As most of the assembled knew Gayle from the riding program, shed been able to talk to them at the stables. This made her appealher order, reallymore powerful. She had also impressed upon them the need to converse with the over-eighty crowd. Shed quipped, You might learn something.

At the alumnae board table Andrea Rolf, an energetic member from the class of 1989, was nobodys fool. Liz, drop it. We dont want Tally to get wind of it. Not during her time of triumph, anyway.

Liz halfway listened, then asked, Did you like her?

Tally or Mariah? Andrea couldnt help but tease her.

Mariah, of course. Liz had knocked back two well-made daiquiris, and on a blizzard night, no less. Her husband kept a watchful eye without being too noticeable about it. Shed managed to guzzle more drinks when hed been pulled away in conversation. He knew she was unsteady just as he knew no matter how hard he tried, shed knock back the booze.

Yes, I liked her. Her endless drawing of attention to her accomplishments was wearing thin, but I got along with her just fine.

Ill go with. Liz used the Midwestern shorthand for Ill go with you as she rose to accompany her husband to the buffet. A bit of the Midwest had rubbed off on her during her four years in Fulton, as it had on all the graduates.

He put his hands under her elbows, all but lifting her up.

As the Filmores left for the buffet table, DeeDee Halstead, the alumnae member from Los Angeles, class of 1978, picked up her whiskey sour. To Tally.

They stood, holding their glasses, and boomed out, To Tally.

Liz, now at the buffet table, moaned, How could they do that without me?

Tim, hoping to keep her level, said, You can make as many toasts as you want back at the table.

She leaned against him for a moment. Youre right, I can.

By now Flo had returned to their table and was enjoying her food. She encouraged the others to get to the buffet line.

But Trudy Sweetwater, who was tired and worried, had lost her appetite.

Andrea noticed and said, Trudy, at least eat some salad. Youll pick up, and its so healthy.

I know. Trudy sighed.

Flo, with a strong voice, advised, I understand. But theres nothing you can do. This really is Tallys big day. Lets put Mariah aside. I know thats easy coming from me, since I truly could not stand the woman, but Tally comes first. She looked up to see Tim and Liz approaching. Try.

Youre right. Trudy got up; Andrea went with her.

Liz, once seated beside her husband, tested a piece of roast beef. Delicious.

Tim did likewise. Good beef out here.

Flo liked Tim well enough. People still run big herds. When land prices hit the roof, some folks sold out and we suffered the rash of overdevelopment that many parts of the country did, but, Tim, real Missouri is still cattle, farming, and a little fishing to do you good. She beamed, for she loved her state.

Liz, oblivious to the discussion, piped up. You know, Ive come up with a package that focuses on computer-chip nanotechnology. Its the future.

Liz, this isnt the time to discuss business, DeeDee chided her.

Oh. Liz looked crestfallen.

Eat your supper, honey. We may not get hot food for a day or two, Tim cajoled her.

Why?

He replied, I expect whole swaths of Missouri will be without power. This storm is getting stronger and stronger.

Flo looked out the long windows of the banquet room. The outdoor lights glowed as best they could through the thick snow. Yes, it is.

By the time everyone had dessert and coffee, the wind was shaking the building. Jahnae, forgoing dessert, spoke to each woman at the over-eighty tables. She then stopped by all the other tables to remind the students to go back to the residence halls in human chains.

The minute the dessert dishes were picked up, people descended

on Tally. Big Mim stood with her aunt to assist her. Inez rose, too, since students wished to talk to her, as well.

For an hour, Aunt Tally signed programs and chatted. The line had dwindled and she was about to take a step toward the over-eighty tables when a willowy, attractive girl held out her hand.

Miss Urquhart, Im Aileen Tinsdale. I was named for my maternal grandmother, Aileen Peavey.

For heavens sake! Aunt Tally held the girls hand. Youre Ralstons granddaughter.

I am.

Big Mim, Little Mim, Inez, and Harry all stared at the young woman. Her blue eyes, blonde hair, and regular features made her very attractive. Her manner made her more so.

I remember when your grandmother left. Too many memories. We heard she moved to St. Louis because she found a good job there. Ralston had made some money, but not enough.

Grandma passed away from colon cancer last year. Tears came into Aileens eyes. If only she could have seen you again.

Aunt Tally, touched, said, I would have liked that. She was a good woman who faced a terrible situation. Im so sorry to hear shes on the other side. Are you Georges daughter or Lindas?

Aileen added, Lindas. My mother is doing fine.

Hows George? He was ten when I last saw him.

Uncle George is great. Grandma said he looked just like Ralston.

Is George happy?

Yes. He has three sons, and he and his wife, Judy, are so funny together. He owns a pharmacy in St. Joseph.

Why St. Joseph?

St. Louis overwhelmed Grandma, but she had a really good job as an executive secretary. She met Clyde Waverly, a cattleman from St. Joe. He told her if she married him shed never have to work outside the house again. She did and moved to St. Joe. Its a really nice place. I miss it. I love college, but I guess you always miss home. I miss my horse. Mom and Dad said next year theyd pay to board him here.

That would be ideal. Aunt Tally liked this young woman. She didnt let go of her hand. Any brothers and sisters?

One each. Hannahs two years behind me. John is four.

I never heard from your grandmother after she left. Then I lost track, Tally said wistfully.

Grandma didnt keep up with people back in Virginia. She couldnt take the reminders. She said she wanted to forget, and then she thought everyone had forgotten her and Ralston. She never really forgot.

Neither did we, Aunt Tally said. Honey, if you give me your address, I will keep in touch.

Aileen had been hoping for this. She pulled out a pink slip of paper on which shed written her school address and phone number, her email address, and her home address in St. Joseph.

Aileen then noticed students lining up.

Dr. Barnett told us we have to walk back to the residence halls in lines. The weathers so bad. Ive never seen it this bad. She squeezed Aunt Tallys hand. Im so excited to meet you. She turned to Inez. And you, too, Dr. Carpenter. Grandma told me you paved the way in Virginia.

Your grandmother was very kind. Inez hugged the young woman, as did Aunt Tally.

After Aileen left, Aunt Tally said sotto voce to Inez, All this hugging. I think every student hugged me. Im not one for intemperate embrace, but I was glad to hug that child. I so hope the killer is found before I die!

The alumnae board, waiting to say their good-byes, stepped forward after Aileen had walked away.

Liz overheard the last part of the conversation, as had Flo.

You know. Liz began to wail.

Know what? Aunt Tally was puzzled.

About Mariah.

Flo said sharply, Liz, shut up.

Whats going on? Aunt Tally was more than curious. She knew something was being kept from her.

At that moment Inez would have gladly killed Liz. The thought was occurring to Jahnae, as well.

Smoothly, Inez told her dear friend, Blossom, one of our board members appears to be in trouble. We dont know any more than that.

Shes dead! I know shes dead. Liz, being a somewhat inebriated twit, made it worse.

For Christs sake, Tim. Get her out of here, Flo commanded Lizs husband.

He did as he was told, but Liz did not go quietly. Shed snuck in a third drink, which was all too apparent to her husband.

You all are trying to shut me up!

Thats right. Tim moved her faster and faster to the door.

He didnt stop for her coat but hauled her out in the high wind and snow, all but dragging her to the rental car.

My coat.

Ill get it later. He slammed the door and hoped the cheap piece of metal would start.

Nothing like a rental car to make one appreciate a good vehicle.

Back in the building, Aunt Tally squared off at the alumnae board. Is she dead?

Andrea replied honestly, We dont know, but shes missing, and its not like Mariah to miss a board meeting or your party.

Why would Mariah Well, let me put it this way: Who would wish her harm?

Flo, to her credit, said, Apart from me, I cant think of anyone.

Inez noticed the lines of students moving out and whispered to Harry, Will you fetch our coats?

Of course. Harry left with Little Mim, who wanted to pick up her mothers and her own.

Back at the group, Aunt Tally thanked the alumnae board for their efforts and made them feel better. I know you all didnt want to disturb me. Im sure Mariahs vanishing was a strain on everyone. Thank you for considering my feelings on my special day.

Flo nodded. Sooner or later well get to the bottom of this. You have a special present from the board. Its waiting for you at Rose Hill.

This certainly lifted Aunt Tallys spirits. I cant wait.

She bid everyone good-bye, then she, Big Mim, Little Mim, Inez, and Harry donned their coats. Jahnae walked them to the door. A driver with a school vehicle waited for them. He first ferried Aunt Tally to the passenger seat. Although they were only a short distance from the door, the winds almost blew the tiny old lady away.

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nce back at Fairchild Alumni House, the humans were greeted by the animals. Everyone sat in the living room as the lights flickered.

If the power goes, no heat. No hot anything. The stove is electric, Big Mim announced.

This wont be the first time William Woods has lost power. Let me rummage around. I bet theres a propane heater somewhere. Harry got up, with Mrs. Murphy, Tucker, and Pewter right behind her.

She checked the kitchen closets. Then she went into the basement. Sure enough, there was a propane heater, and it was full.

She brought it upstairs and placed it in the living room. Just in case.

Better look for candles or flashlights,

Mrs. Murphy suggested.

Although Harry didnt understand what her cat was saying, she began searching for those very items. If you live in the country, you tend to think ahead. She found candles on the shelves of the broom closet and one flashlight. She brought these back to the living room.

Detective work. Little Mim reached for a candle.

Inez and Tally had been discussing Mariahs no-show.

Aunt Tally turned a sharp eye on Inez. What do you think?

Something has happened to her.

Like foul play, Little Mim whispered.

Dont jump the gun. Aunt Tallys voice rose. She could have had

a heart attack or a stroke. For all we know, shes in the hospital. Or having an affair, slipping off before a big storm. That would give her an excuse. Power goes out. No cell phone service or landlines. Its a possibility.

Kenda Shindler called the hospitals. In Columbia. In Jefferson City. In Kansas City. In St. Louis, Inez said. No Mariah.

She could have had a stroke and lost some memory. Maybe she doesnt know who she is. Aunt Tally then smiled. Or she could know exactly who she ispeople in love are resourceful. Like I said, the storm is a great opportunity.

You know, were all probably overreacting, thanks in part to Liz Filmore. Silly and drunk. Inez folded her hands across her chest. Liz rubs some people the wrong way. I get along with her, but shes a social climberat least, thats how I read her. But that tawdry ambition makes her work hard to make money. Good for me.

Liz was loaded. Tim should have stuck a wine-soaked tennis ball in her mouth. Would have shut her up and pacified her at the same time. Aunt Tally laughed.

Low-pressure systems dont help, Little Mim said. Then she explained, People feel tired, some get edgy. Maybe its not so bad.

This is awful to say, but were family. Inez winked. The meeting really was easier without Mariah. Of course, if the situation had been reversedif Flo didnt show up and Mariah didit would have been just as easy.

As Inez spoke, the lights flickered again but remained on. Im sorry for the blizzard and Im sorry for the worry. Casts a shadow over your big day. She turned to Aunt Tally. I hope it was wonderful.

It really was. The biggest surprise was meeting Ralston Peaveys granddaughter. I still cant believe it.

Me, neither, Big Mim agreed, and this was echoed by her daughter.

Tucker, Mrs. Murphy, and Pewter could feel the barometer drop more acutely than the humans could. Tucker wanted to go back to the manure pile, even if it was freezing over and covered with snow. On the other hand, she was happy to be inside. Really, she was getting as bad as Harry: She hated not knowing something.

Flo, plaid wool throw around her legs, was stretched out on Gayles sofa in the living room. Each woman would occasionally glance out the windows. Each time, they marveled at the volume of snow. They, too, were discussing Mariah.

You must have some idea? Gayle was worried.

None. Look, Gayle, I couldnt stand her. Didnt even want to be in the same room with her. If she was up to no good, she certainly wasnt going to tell me.

Apart from your college clashes, did she do something recently that offended you?

She

offends me. Her very person. Ive felt that way since I first met her. Havent you ever met someone and disliked them instantly?

Once. I avoided him.

Well, I couldnt very well avoid Mariah. I swear, she spent more time at William Woods now than when she was a student, just to torment me. God knows, she never missed a chance to drive in from Kansas City. And her being on the alumnae board means I have to deal with her a lot. Shes just so pushy. Shed searched for that word.

She is. But its in the service of the school.

Oh, bollocks. The alumnae board is a way for her to get attention. Shes raised a lot of money already. She craves attention. Always has.

I suppose she does, Gayle reluctantly agreed. It would appear that Liz Filmore suffers from attention-deficit syndrome, too. She grinned mischievously. Neither woman gets enough.

Give credit where credit is due. Flo wrinkled her nose. Mariah does raise money, and she wants attention for that. Liz wants attention for herself.

Looks like it, Gayle agreed again.

Mariah would not miss a meeting. Hell, shed go just to irritate me. Flo crossed one foot over the other. Shes done something terrible. Shes on the lam. I guarantee it.

Flo, Gayle took a deep breath, what an awful thought.

Flo thought for a moment, pulled the blanket more tightly around her. Mariah inspires awful thoughts.

Neither Flo nor Gayle knew of the twenty-five thousand dollars that had been drawn from the Kansas City account. Although it had been repaid, both women would have been outraged.

Gayle shifted on her chair. It will all come out in the wash. She paused. Certainly was a lovely dinner. Can you imagine reaching one hundred?

You know, I never thought about it. A deep sigh followed. The only way, really, would be to marry a plastic surgeon. Maybe then youd look seventy.

Maybe then your navel would be between your eyes. Gayle giggled.

The third eye of prophecy, Flo shot back, and they laughed uproariously.

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s a precaution, four of the maintenance workers bunked up at the university. Like the alumnae, people who worked at William Woods eventually fell under its spell. Hardworking, straightforward Missouri men, not one of them could bear the thought of their kids shivering in their rooms or not being able to get hot food.

While Aunt Tally had celebrated, the four men divided up the campus, each protecting his quadrant. Every residence hall was hooked up to a series of generators, and the maintenance men showed the CA, often a graduate student, how to cut off the circuit breakers, then turn on the generator. A few of the students, not country folk, knew how to check a circuit breaker but didnt understand why they needed to cut the power when it was out. Patiently, they were informed that if the power came back on and the generator was running, theyd blow out everything.

The final carrying out of manure to the big snow-covered pile was done. The horses would be in superclean stalls in case they couldnt be thoroughly mucked out tomorrow. The students had put down extra bedding. Water usually didnt freeze inside the barns, but they knew that would happen tonight. Generators were hooked up in the barn so the pumps would still work. The frozen buckets could be dumped, then refilled with fresh water in the morning. Horses drank as much

as sixteen gallons of water on a hot day; on a cold one, they still needed a lot of water.

When Fuji Wertland knocked on the door of the alumni house, Harry and Tucker greeted him. The power had gone out an hour ago. The ladies sat around the propane heater.

Come on in. Im surprised you could get through, Harry said.

Snows supposed to end sometime tomorrow. He shrugged. Who knows? A weatherman can be wrong half the time and still keep his job. He stepped inside.

At fifty-four, Fuji kept in shape. Small of build and a quick thinker, he headed maintenance, an important position on any campus and one that faculty and students rarely considered.

We can offer you some cookies but no stove. She smiled.

Im here to hook up the generator. You know to cut the circuit breakers and

Were country people, Aunt Tally called out from the living room. We know the drill.

He nodded as he passed the living room.

All I found was the propane heater. If Id known there was a generator, I would have hooked it up, Harry said.

We keep it locked up. Things that expensive can walk. He fished his flashlight out of his jacket and opened the door to the dark basement. Let me show you where the circuit breakers are.

Found them. Harry nonetheless fell in behind Fuji, as Tucker trailed behind her.

Mrs. Murphy and Pewter stayed in the parlor.

Seen one basement, seen em all,

Pewter announced.

Down in the basement, Fuji popped open the metal cover of the box and flipped off the main breaker, which was a bright-blue longer switch at the bottom of the two rows of small black switches.

Flip it on when the power returns, he told Harry, as he walked to a closet in the back.

Harry remained near the breaker. As Fuji opened the closet with his key, she called, Need help carrying the generator?

No, thanks. Ten gallons of gas are here in two five-gallon cans. This

closet has ventilation toward the back. He shined his flashlight at the long, narrow louvers at the top of the ceiling.

He carried the generator, placed it under the circuit breakers, and hooked it up. Someone will need to get up in the middle of the night and top it off. Fuji set both cans in front of the closet but not next to the generator. At least Harry wouldnt have far to carry one.

Ill do it. Harry followed Fuji back up the stairs.

The refrigerator hummed again.

Inez, theyre playing our song, Aunt Tally quipped.

Little Mim walked into the kitchen. How about some soup? Wont take long to heat it up. She smiled at Fuji.

Although the ladies were full, they were more than happy to make something hot for Fuji.

No, thank you, maam. He walked to the front door. Theres a lot left to do. This storm is brutal.

Harry said, Thank you. Do you have a cell?

Do. Course, its not working now. No satellite TV. Well sleep in a trailer back behind the stables. Its there for times like this or for graduation, when we work around the clock. The boys and I hoped to watch some basketball. Well play cards instead. He grinned. Ill clean those dogs out.

Hey, remind me never to play cards with you. She opened the door. Thank you, Mr. Wertland.

He touched his finger to his lads cap. Harry noticed that the truck windshield was already thickly covered with snow. He couldnt have been in the house longer than fifteen minutes.

She closed the door against the frigid air.

Big Mim had turned off the propane heater. The distinct, not exactly pleasant odor of propane filled the house.

Everyone was in the kitchen, including the two cats.

The teapot whistled. Little Mim poured the hot water into a Brown Betty snug in a knitted tea cozy. Whoever outfitted the alumni house understood tea and possibly had spent time in England.

Hooray. Harry eagerly put out teacups.

Aunt Tally and Big Mim perched on the chairs at the table.

Im going to sit here and be waited on. Aunt Tally heard the radiator gurgle, as she waited for her tea.

Me, too,

Pewter said.

Little Mim, eager to return to her husband, Blair, lamented, Even if the snow stops sometime tomorrow, we wont get a flight out for days.

It will probably take at least one day to open the interstates. Longer than that for the other roads.

All we need is the interstate. Blair will be having fits. Phones are out and the cell isnt working. Little Mim daintily placed two brown sugar cubes in her tea.

Once the snow stops, the cell will eventually work. Need to call my husband, too. Harry knew Fair would be fretting. I can squeeze everyone into that new station wagon he bought me.

Ill hire a private jet. Big Mim poured tea for everyone. Whats the point of having money if you dont use it, especially at a time like this? She got up to bring tea to Inez. Ill take you home, too, of course.

Ive never been in a private jet. Inez was excited about the prospect.

Narrow. Comfortable but narrow. Little Mim, having grown up with privilege, had flown in many a private jet.

Im not flying,

Tucker told everyone, even though she hadnt been asked.

Hurts my ears.

Hurts mine, too, because Id have to hear about it.

Mrs. Murphy poked fun.

As they enjoyed the warmth creeping back into the house, they forgot about alumnae meetings, Mariah, the depressing state of the economy.

Quiet, close times free of ringing phones, radio noise, and flickering TV screens were rare these days. Theyd all lived long enough to know such peacefulness would eventually give way to overwork, anxiety, lifes troubles. Just how much trouble not one of them could have imagined.

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n Sunday, March 29, Harry finally pulled into the long, crushed-stone driveway to the farm. Shed left Fulton on Saturday morning, after the main roads had been plowed. She drove carefully for two days, usually in snow, because the remnants of the storm moved east as she did. As she went through West Virginia, the snow had thickened. Once home, she figured that in about four hours, heavier snow would be at their doorstep. In the last four days shed seen more snow than she had in the previous decade.

Fair ran out to greet her, forgetting to put on a coat. Honey, I thought youd never get home.

Me, neither. She kissed him. This station wagon is terrific. You know, I averaged twenty-two miles per gallon.

Pay attention to me,

Pewter wailed, as she didnt want to jump down into the snow.

Fair scooped her up under one arm and Mrs. Murphy with the other.

Harry and Tucker followed inside, glad to be upright. Driving that long gave Harry kinks in her back.

Fair ran out to collect Harrys bag. Back inside, he carried it straight to the upstairs bedroom.

Im the last to return home. Inez went back to Rose Hill with Aunt Tally. I actually like long drives. I can think. Didnt make sense to squeeze into that little jet, then have to spend the money to fly back on a big one to retrieve the car. Too much money and too much time, Harry said.

Im sure glad youre home. I hated the thought of you driving through all that snow.

Wasnt so bad. I mean, after what I saw in Fulton, Missouri. She ran water in the teapot. A cup of tea my way.

Her kitchen had never looked so good to hernor to Pewter, who made a beeline for the food bowls, which Fair had filled. Soon, all three animals faces had disappeared in ceramic dog and cat dishes.

We have them well trained,

Pewter giggled.

Every now and then on the road, Harry had called Fair on her cell. Not one for talking much while driving, she needed to do it to keep awake. Shed told him about Mariahs disappearance, Aunt Tallys speech, and meeting Aileen Tinsdale.

Doesnt bode well, was her terse comment now. When Inez got to Tallys, she called me. Isnt she amazingAunt Tally, too? They get around; their minds are sharp.

I guess if you dont use it you lose it. Applies to other parts, as well. He smiled. Oh, Terri Kincaid called. At least shes not charging you for a pot someone else broke. I wouldnt put it past her. Shed heard about the lady who disappearedher word. Bad news travels fast.

He just figure that out?

Pewter taunted.

Keep eating,

Tucker said.

You dont need to encourage her.

Mrs. Murphy lifted her head from the bowl.

Im glad were home. We were lucky there was a blizzard.

Why?

Pewter asked.

Because the blizzard pinned down the killer,

the tiger replied.

You dont know that the killer was on campus,

Pewter replied.

No, I dont. Time will tell.

Mrs. Murphy bit the kibble piece in the shape of a fish in half.

Tired though she was from the travel and commotion, Inez checked her notebook, in which she kept an abbreviated record of proceedings.

The full minutes from the last two years worth of meetings were at home. She pored over the various chapters financial reports, which she always stapled to the back of her notebook. Nothing in those documents hinted at wrongdoing. After four hours of review, she still wasnt satisfied.

Flo. Inezs voice was strong over the phone line, as she called from Aunt Tallys. Did you make it home all right?

Did. My sweet son dug out the walkway. Otherwise I would have needed snowshoes to get to the door. You know, I think this was one of the worst blizzards Ive ever seen. I hope it didnt spoil Tallys big day too much.

No. Gives her one more thing to talk about. Inez laughed. Flo, Im calling you because I checked my notes from the last two years. I also went over all the financial reports. Everything looks okay, but we both know how easy it is to make something appear strong on paper.

Funny, I did the same thing. In a situation like this, when a treasurer misses a meeting and cant be found, my first thought is that he or she has absconded with the funds. I assume you checked our account once phones and computers were up.

Did. Fine. You know, Flo, people who steal, if theyre very smart, plan far ahead. When the time is right, they clean everything out and disappear. If I were doing such a thing, Id go to Uruguay.

Good Lord, why?

Well, its beautiful in many places, has some sophistication, and the local authorities arent looking to arrest you for something youve committed in another country. Plus, contributions, so to speak, go a long way. Id feel quite safe there.

I cant imagine Mariah in Uruguay.

Neither can I. But I cant find the hole, know what I mean? And I really dont think Mariah is a thief.

I do. I just hope this has nothing to do with the board.

Flo was and wasnt right.

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itting in her luxurious office near the St. Louis Ritz-Carlton, Flo looked outside at the snow piled high along the street sides. One needed a pole vault to get over it, but then, not that many people walked in this part of town. Slushing along in an expensive vehicle was the transportation of choice. People did walk in this gracious city, though, especially through huge Forest Park or down at the reclaimed, tidied-up area by the muddy Mississippi itself. Shed lived long enough to see St. Louis, a city she loved, shed old clothes and try on new ones. Thats how she thought of renewal projects. After William Woods, shed done two years of graduate work at Washington University. Mariah attended the Darden School of Business at the University of Virginia after graduating from William Woodsa fact Mariah swiftly inflicted on anyone shed just met. As far as Flo was concernedand Dick, tooWashington University was one of the greatest universities in the United States. Then again, how could Charlottesville, Virginia, home to UVA, hold a candle to St. Louis? For one thing, St. Louis had the Cardinals.

Beat that, Flo thought to herself, reviewing what she thought of Mariahs postgraduate work.

Flo could have warned Gayle of her findings, but the malicious delight in telling Jahnae Barnett first overcame her loyalty to a woman she truly admired. Not that she wanted to distress Jahnae, who had

transformed William Woods and continued to do so, turning a small, lovely, all-womens college into a small coed university powerhouse. Recently, two graduates had signed Major League Baseball contracts. Nick Wooley went to the Kansas City Royals, and Josh Goodin joined the Baltimore Orioles. Flo just gloated over that, as did alumnae who didnt give a jot for baseball.

She twirled a pencil around her fingers, then punched in the numbers.

Kenda, Flo said as she heard the familiar voice, let me talk to the chief. I know why Mariah has vanished.

Shes in her office, but let me check if anyone is in there.

Fine. Flo hummed to herself as she was on hold.

A click, then Kendas voice said, Put you right through.

Hello, Flo. How are you? Jahnae braced herself for what she suspected would be another blast against Mariah DAngelo.

I know why Mariah hotfooted it.

Yes. Not a hint of nervousness.

Ive long wondered how my classmate could offer such spectacular deals through Fletcher, Maitland, and DAngelo. For the last year I have investigated, at my own expense, the watches, diamonds, and pearls she carries. Well, the pearlsMikimotosand the diamonds are genuine. The discounts on diamonds and pearls are much less than those on watchesBaume and Mercier, Piaget, Rolex, and Jaeger-LeCoultre, to name a few. Naturally, I know many people, including many of our alumnae, who have patronized Mariahs store. I hired a jeweler with impeccable credentialsone from Charlottesville, actually, Keller and George, as I knew that store was the one that inspired Big Mouth to go into jewelry. I was able to gather a group of alumnae here in St. Louis and ones in Louisville, Lexington, and Cincinnati. Youll notice I didnt reach out to anyone in Kansas City. Too close to home. Someone might tip her off.

Jahnae interjected, You told these people that their watches might be fakes to get them to meet with you?

No. Not exactly. I said there was a growing market for reconditioned secondhand watches and asked if they would want an appraisal.

A bit of a cheat, but they were getting the appraisal free. I paid for it. They didnt.

And? Jahnae didnt like what she was hearing, but she was also unhappily amazed that Flo would go to such lengths.

Most were not genuine. A few were. A deeply satisfied silence followed this. But I also paid the appraiser to lie about the value. I wanted to accuse her face-to-face. Petty, I know, but quite thrilling to see her turn puce!

I see.

I have all the documentation.

When did you confront Mariah?

I accused her to her face after our second board meeting. She hotly denied it, of course. Mariah knows, as I said, that the high-end watch brands jealously guard their reputations, not just for stellar work but for authenticity. The companies know there are fakes out there. Theyre right to be vigilant. They would sue her ass into next week, excuse the French, and so would the customers she bilked.

How do you know she was behind it? It could have been her partners.

Well, Fletcher died in 1984, so its only Maitland, who is older than dirt. Sure, he could have been in on it for all this time, but our Mariah is a clever girl. If she wanted to keep the old fogey in the dark, I know she could.

What provoked youwait, let me amend that. What led you to investigate the products?

When I went to buy Dick a watch for his fifty-seventh birthday last year, I called her store and got their prices, which were whispered to me by a clerk who said they were available only to William Woods graduates. I dont believe that, but thats neither here nor there. Then I checked Tourneau in New York, and I called Keller and George. Had a lovely chat with Bill, then Howard, both of the store. They told me what to look for initially.

Which is?

Weight. Most fakes are lighter than the genuine article. I had lunch with one of my friends who crowed about the great deal she got on a

Schaffhausen two years ago, and I asked if I could try on her watch. Shes one of our social leaders, and her signature, if you will, is to wear a mans Schaffhausen and a beautiful silk scarf. I tried it on and it was light. Also, the crystal isnt good on a fake. For instance, the crystal on a Rolex Submariner is thick but quite clear. Crystal isnt cheap, so youll get more distortion in a fake.

And have you informed the alumnae whose watches were appraised?

Bill, the appraiser, told each individual he would write up the resale valuehigh and low, since theres always a fluctuationand mail them the results. He lied, as I told you, giving them a higher value than their true value. Nor did he identify which were fake. He will mail out the appraisals the Friday after our alumnae meeting. Im sure most of them will arrive at their destinations once mail service resumes.

Jahnae was quiet for a moment, then switched gears. And I assume she will be voted off the board at the summer meeting? You will make that motion?

Of course. Flo glowed inside.

As I recall, one of the founding principles of our great nation is innocent until proven guilty. If you offer up your findings to the Kansas City police, thats one course of action. But someone will sue her. She will have her day in court. You only know the products are inauthentic. You dont know that Mariah is behind it. Jahnae felt supremely uneasy. Flos gloating made Mariahs absence all the more sinister.

Jahnae, she had to know. If I can now spot a fake, so can she. Shes made a fortune charging thousands and thousands for reasonably good fakes. Why else would she go on the lam?

I dont know, but I repeat, Jahnaes voice had a cool note, innocent until proven guilty.

Flo, quick to hear the drop in vocal temperature, countered, Youre upset. You have every reason to be upset. A graduate is a crook. That wont reflect well upon the school we both love.

Compared to Harvard and Yale, our criminal output is thankfully low. I dont think the bad apples that have graduated from those two universities or any other have dimmed admissions.

Uh, yes.

Thank you for informing me, Flo. This is deeply disturbing news. Good-bye.

What truly disturbed Jahnae was that Flo relentlessly worked to destroy Mariah over what seemed to Jahnae a petty personality conflict that had started when they were freshmen. Then she remembered that both had been in love with Dick Langston. She sighed deeply. When sex and love entered the mix, brains flew right out the window.

She wasnt a drinking woman, but at that moment the slightly numbing effects of a cocktail held an allure. She quickly dismissed the thought and called Inez instead.

Inez was appalled and furious, because shed spoken to Flo just before Flos call to Jahnae. Not a word.

Inez then said, I guess she wanted to start at the top.

The problem is, Inez, Jahnae drew a deep breath, who else is going to hear her crow?

Liz Filmore, for one, and she hung up her phone, shaken.

T

he weather remained cold but clear on Wednesday, April 1. Even the sky was icy blue.

Come on, Tomahawk, pick up your foot. Harry bent over and picked up the old Thoroughbreds hind hoof.

Inez, visiting Harry, chuckled at Tomahawks intransigence then leaned over to look at the hoof. Good.

Hes a tough boy. He can even be cooperative.

Are you finished with my hoof?

Tomahawk was not feeling cooperative.

Tucker, sitting in the center aisle, advised,

Just do what she wants. In the long run, its easier.

The two cats had chosen to remain in the tack room/office, where it was warmer.

Sure you dont want to go into the tack room? Harry worried about Inez in the sharp cold.

In a minute. I miss practicing. I never really wanted to retire, but theres a point where a horse leans over on you and you cant help but fall over. She smiled. So now I check X rays if Blanca asks. Stuff like that.

She mentioned Blanca Drabek, D.V.M., who rented her clinic.

Harry put down Tomahawks hind hoof and looked directly at Inez. I dont know if Ill take it with as much good grace as you have when I have to take a backseat. Farming is hard physical labor.

Harry, youll do what you have to do, and you have too much sense to become bitter or bitchy.

Thanks.

Inezs cell phone rang.

She fished it out of her front parka pocket. Hello, Flo.

She wondered how shed ever lived without caller ID.

Inez, I apologize for not telling you about the scandal involving Mariahs business. I felt the president had to hear it first.

Wait a minute. Im in Harrys center aisle in the barn. Inez walked to the tack room, opened the door, and gratefully sank into the desk chair.

I suppose she did, but it seemed a little shifty, Flo. Im disappointed in you.

I should think youd be disappointed in Mariah. Flos voice rose.

I am. Desperately, desperately disappointed.

Pete blames me. He swears he knows nothing. Of course he knew about the scam. Hes been married to her for over twenty-five years!

Flo, how do you know that? You and Pete arent on conversational, friendly terms any more than you were with Mariah.

He called me to cuss me out. Flo flicked a cigarette ash into her large crystal ashtray on her desk. He also says money is tight in her business, less in his, but they have huge expenses. Says Im a nosy bitch.

Inez sighed, then added, Flo, Im staying with Tally, but Im at Fairs a lot or in the truck, visiting cases. If its an emergency, call on my cell. Im not going home for a while. She paused. You hated Mariah. I know that, but, Flo, your delight in uncovering her possible criminal behavior upsets me.

Inez, you want someone on the board who cheats people? Whats wrong with you? I did the right thing.

You did the right thing for you. Inez pressed the end button on her cell.

Inez zipped up her parka, went back into the aisle, and noticed Simon, the opossum, peering over the side of the hayloft. Harryvarmint. She pointed up.

Oh, thats Simon. Hes a little shy, but he wants his molasses and maple-syrup icicles. I make them for him.

Inez gave Harry the details of Flos call.

Its ugly no matter how you look at it. Harry shook her head. Im pretty much done. Ill carry you over to Tallys. First let me climb into the hayloft and give these treats to Simon.

Inez put her hand on her hip. You spoil your animals.

And you dont?

Within fifteen minutes they all piled into the Volvo. While the three animals gossiped in the back, Harry carefully negotiated the treacherous roads. The intense cold meant that where there was runoff, there was also black ice, which could land you in a ditch faster than you could blink.

Rose Hill, as the crow flies, was maybe two miles away, but by road it was more like four.

Once at the lovely old house, Inez knocked, then opened the door.

Without greeting as she came down the hall, Aunt Tally simply said, Now what?

Inez repeated Flos call as the three ladies settled in to the cozy den, where the fire was roaring. The animals played with Doodles, who had been right at the front door when they came in.

Hot tea and small sandwiches fueled their chat.

Inez sipped the delicious tea, warming from the inside out. Tally, its all so petty.

Some people hold grudges all their lives. I figure thats the glue to hold together a weak, cracked personality. Although if Mariah did bilk her customers, which it appears she has, thats no laughing matter.

Harry grinned mischievously. A sex scandal would be much more interesting than a watch scandal.

Righto. Aunt Tally held up her tea, spiced with fresh lemon and a dot of gin. And no one has heard a peep from Mariah. No one has seen her or thought they have. She could be dead.

I hope not. Inez shook her head.

If Mariah is as guilty as Flo swears she is, maybe Mariah committed suicide. Its the only honorable way out.

Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, tiring of the boisterous dogs, had joined the women.

Catnip,

Pewter said rather loudly.

Aunt Tally doesnt have catnip. She just has her Gordon setter.

Mrs. Murphy wished Pewter hadnt mentioned catnip, for now she wanted some.

No. I mean this is about human catnip.

Pewter expanded on her theme.

Sex. Love or money. Thats their catnip.

Mrs. Murphy agreed with the gray cat.

Inez, meanwhile, bore down on Aunt Tally. Do you read your investment reports?

No.

Oh, Tally, I told you to take an interest in the money when we were students. You never listen.

Why? It rolled in. Thats Scott and Stringfellows job, not mine. Anyway, why are you bringing this up? You know the answer.

Women who inherit wealth are kept stupid by it, and kept from it, I might add. Ive been telling you that for years. Just look at how Mariahs customers were robbed, so to speak. They didnt pay attention.

Watches and stocks are not similar. Aunt Tallys face turned red. Anyway, Mim has an interest in it. Bores me to tears. If anything is amiss, shell tag it. You forget, Inez, that our generation usually had one membermaleof each generation who was to manage the family money. I didnt have a brother, so the job passed to my nephew, Mims brother, who as you know died in 1942. Mim didnt exactly take over, but she browbeat Scott and Stringfellow into more participation. But women just didnt

do

money.

You sure spent it. Inez couldnt resist.

Not so much. Aunt Tally wasnt profligate.

Im being mean. Worry makes me well, you know. Im sorry.

You take everything to heart. Look, Flos investigationif that is what it was; vendetta is more like itis bad news, but dont dwell on it. Aunt Tally turned to Harry. Put her in the truck with Fair tomorrow. Will keep her occupied. She then turned back to Inez. Really, relax. All this fuss is halfway across the country. Nothing we can do.

Youre right. Inez nibbled another sandwichegg salad, at the perfect consistency.

I like egg salad.

Pewter opened her nostrils wider.

Me, too.

Mrs. Murphy always liked eggs, any way she could get them.

The two cats sat on either side of Harry, faces turned upward, whiskers forward, the picture of concentration and concentrated affection.

Harry couldnt help but notice. She tried to ignore them.

Pewter put a paw on her leg.

Damn, Harry muttered.

Oh, break up a sandwich and give it to them. They wont leave crumbs, and if they do, the vacuum cleaner will suck them up. Thats what its for, Aunt Tally commanded.

Youre such a good woman,

Pewter thanked Aunt Tally, as the much-desired sandwich piece came her way.

Ditto,

Mrs. Murphy agreed.

Inez looked at her watch, an old Bulova made just before World War II. Theres still some daylight left. Harry, will you drive me to where Ralston Peavey was found?

Why do you want to go there? Aunt Tally put her cup in the saucer with a

clink.

Youve mentioned it. I think we drove by it years ago and you said something, but I dont have a mental picture of the place.

Youre just doing it to distract yourself. An old trouble is better than a new one.

Well, maybe, Inez agreed halfheartedly.

Once down the driveway from Rose Hill, Harry headed east toward Crozet. She slowed down as she came to the spot. Here. He was facedown, across the middle of the road. Run over forward and backward.

You think once would have been enough.

Maybe its like pumping extra bullets into someone youve shot. Sometimes I think about that when I read the papers or see a TV report about a store owner or someone in their home. A robber comes in. The person has a gun. Shoots the intruder. Well and good. But then he or she empties more into the robber. When the whole sorry thing goes to court, the defendant goes to jail. It makes sense to me that when youre so angry, so scared, maybe you do keep firing. What do you think?

Same as you. I think any citizen has a right to defend himself,

even if he becomes brutal in so doing. Your property, your person, are sacred. But these days the sympathy seems to be toward the criminal, not the victim.

Insane, isnt it?

Yep. Inez looked at the road, as Harry made a U-turn since there was no traffic. Lonely place to die.

Yes. We come in alone and we go out alone.

That we do, but to die surrounded by those who love you surely is better than this.

That evening at around seven, Flo was working late in her office, papers covering her desk, a small notebook in front of her. She heard the front door open; she hadnt thought to lock it. She looked up with surprise.

What are you doing here? were her last words, pencil poised in hand.

The only evidence, which melted by the time she was found, was a large snowy rubber boot print.

F

lo had been shot once through the forehead at close range. Any hope of tire track molds perished with the dwindling but still persistent snow. She often worked late at the office, but when she didnt answer Dicks calls, he drove over, found his wife, and immediately called the police.

A small puddle of water in front of her desk was all that remained of the boot print. Flo was slumped forward. When the police moved her, they found her body covering a notepad on which she had scribbled NE. The pencil was still between her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. No one had heard the shot because the other offices were empty.

The next morning, Thursday, April 2, Kenda Shindler called Inez at Tallys, for she knew she was staying there. Inez told Aunt Tally, and they were both aghast. It appears Mariah got her revenge. Who else would kill Flo? Aunt Tally said.

Later that day, Liz Filmore called Aunt Tally to see if she and Terri Kincaid could come by to visit her and Inez. Tally told her that Inez would be at Harrys, helping to repair old tack. Inez might be ninety-eight, but her fingers were nimble. Liz said her husband was in San Diego, she was bored, business was slow, and the dreadful news about Flo gave her an excuse to visit Terri.

Before Liz and Terri came, Harry ran the vacuum cleaner, then

warmed up shepherds pie that shed made the day before. When the two ladies arrived, the pleasing aroma pervaded the kitchen.

Terri, never one to eschew emotional display, hugged Inez. Inez, you must be so distressed. I know I am, and I didnt even know Flo as you did.

Its unfathomable, Inez replied.

Liz also hugged Inez. What can I do to help?

Think, came the wise reply.

Ladies, come sit. Its bitter cold. A little shepherds pie ought to help. Heres some water crackers to get started.

Harry propelled them to the kitchen table, filled their glasses, then sat down to join them.

Pewter eagerly circled the table. Tucker and Mrs. Murphy sat on the floor but were less obvious in their intentions.

Tucker said,

Fear.

Liz.

Mrs. Murphy sniffed.

Terri, too,

Pewter added.

Funny, Inez isnt afraid.

Tucker thought the lamb in the pie smelled fabulous.

Maybe because shes lived her life. The other two are young. Inez knows death cant be very far away,

Mrs. Murphy wisely noted.

Does anyone know how Dick is? It seemed to be a good marriage, Liz asked as she enjoyed the food.

Inez responded, Kenda said his brother and sister-in-law are with him. According to Kenda, Dick is alternating between rage and tears.

Poor man. Terris hand shook slightly as she raised the fork to her mouth.

Flo was very, very good to me. Liz misted up.

She was good to everyone but Mariah. Inez found the crackers unusual and delicious.

Any more tea? Waters boiling, Harry asked.

I can always drink a second cup. Terri watched as Harry rose to fill the large teapot with a horse painted on it.

Give it a minute or two. Harry put a small silver strainer on Terris saucer, for the tea inside the pot was loose.

Terri, always one for dramatization, squeaked, Im scared. I dont

mind admitting it. How do I know whats out there or whos out there?

Liz said drily, Terri, Im sure youre quite safe.

Terri glared at Liz for a second, then softened her gaze. Youre probably right, but until this is resolved and Mariah is apprehended, Im scared.

How do you know Mariah killed Flo? Inez didnt bother to ask why Terri came to that conclusion. It was obvious Liz had filled her in on the watch scam.

Who else? Terris eyes widened. If she were dead, youd think someone would have found the body. Her voice rose. I mean Flo threatened her. Mariah had to know an ugly arrest and court case would follow. She disappeared. Flo should never have opened her mouth. She should have gone directly to the police. For a smart woman, Flo was stupid.

Emotions cloud judgment, Harry simply said.

It does seem that Terri has hit on the most likely chain of events. Liz sighed, pushing back her saucer and cup.

Inez answered, Things are rarely what they seem, Liz.

Isnt that the truth? Harry nodded grimly.

I

hate it when mud gets between my toes.

Mrs. Murphy sidestepped a large slush puddle.

Better than ice. Cuts my pads to ribbons,

Tucker replied.

The tiger cat stopped and lifted her head. Overhead, the great horned owl flew back to the barn. She dipped her wing slightly in acknowledgment.

Must have been a good night. Shes happy,

the cat noted.

Between Flatface,

she named the owl,

Matilda,

the blacksnake,

Pewter, and myself, we keep the varmint population low.

What about the mice in the wall behind the tack trunk?

Tucker leapt over a log.

Doesnt count. We made a deal with them.

They reached the creek, which ran deep and strong between Harrys property and Blair Bainbridges. Blair, having married Little Mim, now rented his land to Deputy Cynthia Cooper.

Pewter, loathing the cold and hating wet paws even more, refused to accompany her friends. She was sound asleep on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Know what? We arent getting over this.

Tucker, brave but not foolhardy, studied the rushing water.

We could try the beaver dam,

Mrs. Murphy, more nimble than the corgi, suggested.

Worth a look.

The mighty little dog trotted northward toward the large beaver complex.

When Harrys animals arrived, a slap of a tail on the churning water alerted the rest of the beavers, who dove under the water up into the huge lodge.

The waters about at the top of the dam.

Mrs. Murphy knew if she made one mistake, shed fall into the flying waters.

If we get any more rain or snow, there will be flooding for sure.

So much for that idea. Lets head home.

The dog, although a strong swimmer, didnt want to land in the drink, either.

I really wanted to check up on Coops.

Cooper was in Atlanta. Shed be home tomorrow, Friday, April 3. Given her high performance, shed been selected along with other law-enforcement officers for a special one-week training session focusing on community relations. One of the rewards was, during the weekend, the officers were given a special tour of the vibrant city. Officer Doak, a young fellow from the Albemarle sheriffs department, had accompanied her. He had been chosen to study cybersecurity. Albemarle, a county of about ninety thousand souls all told, happened to be quite richdisgustingly rich, really. Still, Sheriff Rick Shaw had to fight for money for his force from the county. He did manage to get the funds to send Cooper and Doak off to Atlanta, though.

Apart from being a fine officer, Deputy Cooper was a good friend to Harry, and vice versa. Harrys best friend, Susan Tucker, was in DeLand, Florida, tending to an ailing aunt. Harry felt alone without her two stalwarts. To make matters worse, Miranda Hogendobber, a surrogate mother to Harry, was in Greenville, South Carolina, because her sister was recuperating from surgery for breast cancer. This, too, was described as ailing, to acquaintances. To close friends, only, the word cancer was used. The doctors said they got it all, but Miranda was taking no chances. Her sister, Didee, had told her to stay in Crozet, but Miranda would have none of it. Secretly, Didee was glad.

Harry depended on her friends for their insights. She wished they were home.

Smell that perfume Terri was wearing?

Tucker asked.

A heavy musk,

Mrs. Murphy answered the dog.

A distaste underlaid it. Im not sure, but somethings not right. Whether she didnt want to come out to us, doesnt like Harry or Inez or Liz, I dont know, but it was noticeable.

I halfway noticed, Tucker, but I didnt think too much about it.

They approached the barn.

There certainly seems to be a lot of drama among this group of women. Well, any group, I reckon.

Why is that?

I dont know. Men arent as complicated, thats all I can figure. They might be devious, lie, or undermine others in a group, but its about pecking order. At least, I think it is. The weaker the man, the more sneaky. But womenits just too complicated for me.

She laughed.

PMS in concert.

Harry and her friends arent like that.

Tucker always defended her human.

No, but think about it: With the exception of Coop, theyve known one another from birth. Miranda used to babysit Harry. Susan and Harry shared a cradle. Different.

Reckon so.

Tucker pushed open the dog door into the barn.

Everybody knows her place.

Mrs. Murphy laughed.

Thats the great thing about being a cat. Im not a pack animal. You and Harry are.

Youre part of the family. Thats a pack.

Im part of the family, but I figure Im always number one. No struggle for place.

Oh, Murphy.

Tucker couldnt understand this.

Tucker, sweetie, dogs are so literal.

Mrs. Murphy rubbed her head on the corgis. Mrs. Murphy then pushed through the second dog door into the tack room. She hurried to the tack trunk, jumped on top, and peered behind it. A fairly large mouse entrance was there.

Hey, you all. Crumbs in the aisleway. You know the deal. You can eat the scattered grain from the horse buckets, but youd better clean it up or Harry will think Im not doing my job.

A tiny set of whiskers appeared, a pair of bright eyes, then the whole mouse emerged.

All right. Anything else?

Nope.

The two friends left the barn, slipped through the dog door in the winter-porch door, cleaned their feet, then pushed through the dog door into the kitchen. Inez, like a teenage girl, was having a sleepover with the Haristeens. She was truly enjoying not having her own house

to manage for a while. Aunt Tallys hundredth had been a good excuse to tarry, visit, talk about everything under the sun.

Harry and Inez were huddled around Inezs laptop. The envelope icon popped up. Harry fooled around and photos appeared: two photos of Flo slumped over her desk.

Inez, this is sick.

Sick or a warning? Inez felt terrible seeing Flo like that.

The loss of Flo affected Inez, even though she was angry at Flo for not telling her up front about her investigation of Mariah. Sometimes you dont know how much someone means to you until theyre gone. As to Mariahs vanishing, Inez didnt know what to think. She liked her well enough, but theyd never clicked the way she had with Flo.

Before we call anyoneI mean the sheriff, whos a good guylets wait until my friend Coop comes home tomorrow. I want her to look at this first.

Are you sure we should wait a day? Inez couldnt look at the photos anymore.

I think so. If I call the sheriff, you give up your computer. I want to look at this with Coop.

If you think its best. Inez breathed deeply. Whoever left this is part of it. Well, I guess thats obvious.

One day, Harry said soothingly.

Harry, one day can be a lifetime.

Inez flipped her phone shut out of nervousness, then opened it again. Well, I can at least tell Tally to be alert. I dont know if shes in danger, but this is much too close for comfort.

C

ooper asked to keep Inezs laptop for a few hours. We have a geek on the force now. Maybe he can retrieve information. Ill have it back by supper.

Of course. Inez, back at Aunt Tallys, had packed her bags. She was returning home to shutter the place, collect some things. She thought it could be done in a day, but she wouldnt really know until she got into the middle of it. Hopefully, shed return for good when Flos killer was apprehended.

Once Aunt Tally had learned of the pictures and seen them, shed insisted Inez not be alone. While the centenarian lived alone, too, Little Mim and Blair were on Rose Hill.

Inez, back with her old friend after her sleepover, also wanted to make sure all was well back in ManakinSabot and to tell Blanca Drabek what she was doing. Liz Filmore, who had stayed over with Terri, was going to drive Inez home.