Pistols & Pies (Sweet Bites Book 2) (Sweet Bites Mysteries) (22 page)

“I nearly scared
me
to death, so I suppose that’s fair.” I was torn, wanting to get to know her better—Lenny loved her, and I had only met her a handful of times—and wanting to be left alone to sleep. The pain pill the doctor had given me to help me sleep was starting to work and I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to stay awake.

She hesitated for a moment before, coming to sit gingerly on the bottom corner of my bed, as if afraid she would jiggle it too much and disturb me. “I can tell he loves working for you again, even though he’s not so sure about the town.”

“Good. I hope he’s happy.” I studied her in the half-light from my nightstand lamp. “What do
you
think about the town?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know. I haven’t been here long enough to have an opinion, and most of today was kind of busy. With the whole explosion and sirens and flashing lights and blood spilling on the kitchen floor, I almost thought I was back in Chicago again.”

I chuckled despite myself. “I’m fairly sure if you had regular explosions I would have heard about it from Lenny. That’s not the kind of thing most people overlook.”

“Oh, well, after a while it gets to be old hat. You know? But maybe we’ll get a break for a few days at least. Next time maybe it’ll be a drive-by shooting.” She looked hopeful.

“Too late. You missed that one. Though I supposed I was the one who was driving. Does it still count? I think it should.”

“Close enough. Now if only they had theater and a symphony.” She pulled up her legs, snuggling them against her body and resting her chin on her knees.

“Does the double-plex theater on the north end of town count? And how about the Silver Spur? They have live music sometimes. It’s not quite world-class, but they still might make your creative juices flow.” I let my lips twist up. “If you call that music, anyway. Personally I think music should sound like more than screaming singers and screeching guitars.”

“Art is its own reward, even if it’s terrible. And everyone—well, almost everyone—has to start off terrible before they can get good.” Her brows furrowed. “Once in a while, there are people who just seem to stumble into amazing stacks of talent.”

“You?” My head was feeling fuzzy. I covered my mouth as I yawned.

“Not even close. My first paintings were horrible. Even those lame splatter paintings that masquerade as art were ten times better.”

“I doubt that.” My eyes began to droop and I fought to keep them open. “What do you consider art?”

“Anything creative.
You
, for example, are a true artist. And whatever that lunk-head I love thinks, he’s an artist too.” Her eyes went kind of soft and dreamy. “He showed me some sketches. He has some incredible cake ideas.”

“I’ve seen them,” I told her, smiling. “Some zen steampunk bride is going to fall head over heels for one of his designs. He’s a great complement to my style, totally different, innovative.” I yawned again.

She stood, moving back to the door. “I’ll let you sleep for now. I’ll be back to check on you in an hour.”

“Thanks.”

I remember her reaching for the door, but not pulling it closed. I fell asleep too fast.

If only the nightmares of my friends getting hurt or killed in that blast hadn’t come to haunt me during the night.

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Mrs. Hogan came into my shop the next afternoon, tears flowing down her cheeks, her hair frizzy and out of control. “I can’t believe it. They just took Michael in for questioning. They think he
killed
Eric. Like, for sure. And they think he’s the one who hurt you. They said he sent a threatening message to you.” She grabbed my hand over the counter and I flicked my eyes to Shawn—who hadn’t wanted me in the shop that day at all, never mind waiting on customers. With my hand in the vice of her fingers, and pain pounding in my head, I thought he might have been right.

He sat forward in his chair, ready to spring into action if needed. I shot him a look that said everything was fine. He didn’t appear reassured.

I took the woman aside and sat with her at the table next to Shawn’s, so he would feel better about having me close. “Mrs. Hogan, tell me what happened.”

She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. “Well, he said he was at the skate park on the afternoon that Eric was killed, but it turns out he headed back to the fitness center. They found him on video tape in the back hall after the ceremony. It was about the time Eric died. They say they traced some nasty note to you to our place.” She rubbed her face with her sleeve, smearing her makeup. “I just can’t handle it if they take him away and put him in jail. I’ve already lost Eric, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Michael is just a kid. You have to help me, Tess. You said you would.” She clung to my arm, tugging on it.

Shawn gave up what little pretense of minding his own business that he’d been using and turned to the woman. “You do realize she was nearly killed twice this week because she’s been trying to help you out, right?” His eyes shot darts at the poor woman.

I wished he was close enough so I could elbow him in the ribs, but he wasn’t so I settled with sending him my own eye-darts.

He ignored them.

“I’ve been working on it,” I told her before she could apologize or something equally stupid. I held her hand and patted it, hoping it gave some comfort. “We’re checking out the angles and talking to people. It’s been a real process.” I felt stupid saying that, but a murder investigation isn’t cake—it doesn’t have a formula you follow and things generally just work out. It’s more like mousse; no matter how closely you follow the recipe, if the conditions aren’t right, sometimes it flops.

I sighed, but listened to everything she had to say. Before sending her on her way, I told her I would see what else I could figure out.

As soon as the door closed behind Mrs. Hogan, Shawn moved in front of me. “You should have told her to go hang herself. Seriously, this isn’t your problem; you aren’t a suspect and you don’t have a stake in this. Why are you putting your life on the line for someone who knew you were hurt yesterday and didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing or look sorry?”

“I promised to help.” The words sounded hollow, put in that light, but I couldn’t walk away now. It wasn’t in me. “I have to find out the truth, Shawn.”

“Who needs the truth? Is it for you, or for her, or for that son of hers? Tingey is more than capable of doing his job. You don’t have to get involved. Tingey said the kid is a mess-up. He’s going to end up in jail eventually, so are you trying to save him from himself, or do you just like the adrenaline rush of being injured?”

“Whoa, hold on.” I stood from the table and faced him toe to toe, hoping he couldn’t tell when I went a tad light-headed. “Are you saying that the kid is going to end up in jail eventually, so we might as well send him now for murder, even if he didn’t do it?”

“No, of course not.” He spread his hands defensively. “I would never want to send anyone to prison for something he didn’t do. But this isn’t your responsibility, and I hate seeing you get hurt. Why are you doing this? Don’t you see—you could end up dead this time.”

That made me pause and re-evaluate—not what I was doing, or whether or not I was going to see it to the end, but what to say to Shawn. Several seconds passed as I considered the best way to explain. “I see something in him, okay? He doesn’t have to end up in jail; he could do something useful and honest with his life if he’s given the chance. Look at Lenny.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized I’d made a mistake.

Shawn picked up on that topic right away. “Yeah, perfect example: the ex-con who was hacking into a company’s system a couple of days ago. He’s not exactly the picture of an upstanding citizen.” He kept his voice low, which was good, because I heard the back door open and close while he was saying it. That meant Lenny had returned.

Shawn went into protective mode, shifting me out of the way, moving so he could see into the kitchen through the cutout in the wall. He must have been satisfied with what he saw because he relaxed.

“Okay, you really have to get over yourself,” I whispered furiously. “You know nothing you say is going to change how I feel about Lenny, so let it go, already. And if I spend my time trying to help hopeless causes, how is that any of your business?”

“You’re just so stubborn.” He spun on his heel and walked over to the front window, looking out on the street. His chest heaved a little. “I just want you to stay safe, Tess. That’s my only concern right now.”

One part of me wanted to appease him, but he didn’t have a say in my choices and I wouldn’t let him think he could order me around.

Still, I didn’t want to chase him off, either. Things had been pretty scary that week and I felt safer with him nearby. “Look, I don’t want to get hurt again, so I’m willing to listen to your suggestions. I’ll let you play body guard, and even be happy to feed you and make you caramel lattes all day long if you like. But this is my life. I am who I am, and if you can’t handle the fact that I have to see this thing through, maybe you’re looking for something to happen between us that never will.” The words were painful to speak, but they couldn’t be avoided.

Lenny poked his head around the doorjamb just enough to see me and smirk. He pulled his head back, going about his work again. He wasn’t exactly Shawn’s biggest fan.

I moved toward Shawn and he met me halfway, taking my hand. Why did we have to fight?

He met my gaze and huffed a little, but when he spoke, his voice had calmed. “Look, I’m sorry—really I am. It scares me that you could get hurt again, and much worse. You could actually be killed. I can’t stand the thought of that.”

“Don’t think I’m not aware of that. I know this is dangerous.” I searched for a way to make him understand. “Your job isn’t exactly safe, but you don’t pack it in and leave whenever you get in a sticky situation, do you?”

His hands came up to cup my elbows and he leaned closer, tipping his forehead against mine. “There’s a difference between a sensible retreat and running away. The issue here is that
you
don’t have to do this. It’s not your job.”

I pressed my finger to his lips. “End of subject. I’ll be careful and follow your recommendations, but I won’t give up, okay?”

Shawn’s shoulders fell as he stopped fighting. For the moment, at least. “Fine. Just be careful.”

Lenny must have decided the coast was clear because he came out of the kitchen. I filled him in on the conversation I’d had with Mrs. Hogan.

Lenny’s hand rested on the computer monitor when I finished and he tapped it for a moment, then turned to me, looking thoughtful. “I wonder if someone could have hacked into the Hogans’ computer and sent the message with the husband’s name on it from there? I mean, I could do it.”

“We’re all well aware of that,” Shawn said with censure in his voice.

“There have to be other people around here who have those kinds of skills,” Lenny returned. “Probably quite a few.”

I ignored Shawn’s look of disbelief and focused on Lenny. “Yes, but as far as I know, none of our suspects are nearly as tech savvy as you are. Is there another way?”

Lenny thought it over for a moment. A smile spread on his face. “I think there might be. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With a determined smile on his face, he headed out to his car and drove off.

“Does he always come and go at will?” Shawn asked. “Is that how you run a business? No wonder you were never happy with your old employees.”