Spin a Wicked Web (27 page)

THE UNUSUALLY NICE SUMMER weather we'd been enjoying had
been pushed out by a low pressure system and glowering skies. I
walked quickly, hoping to beat the rain while at the same time
gratefully inhaling the cooler air. Thoughts ping-ponged around
my brain as if superheated. The more I thought about it, the more
I questioned whether Gabi had killed Ariel. All the evidence
seemed to point that way, even if she did have reasonable explanations for everything. But her reactions to my accusations were out
of sync. She seemed more afraid than guilty. I wished I knew her
better, so I could get more of a read on her. If only I could know
for sure whether or not she was telling the truth.

As I came up our block, I saw someone on our front step. The
closer I got, the more it looked like me sitting there.

Oh, great. Just what I needed.

Hannah Ambrose stood as I approached, her weight on one
foot as if she were on the verge of running away.

If I'd had the sense of a gnat I'd have walked right on by, let her
twist in the wind long enough to talk herself out of her visit.

But I apparently didn't have the sense of a gnat. "Hello, Hannah"

She looked at the ground. Awkwardly shuffled her feet. "Hi."

This was not the cocky, confident woman I'd met on Barr's
front step.

I stopped in front of her. "You here to see me?"

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"Give me a second."

"Okay."

I went inside, shut the front door in her face and marched into
Meghan's office. She looked up in surprise.

"Hannah's outside," I announced.

She leaned back. "So? Let her in."

"Really?"

"Or talk to her out there. Either way, I don't know what you want
me to do about it"

I grimaced. "Neither do I. All I know is, I don't want to face the
music, but the music is standing right on the other side of our
front door."

"Go on. You can do it. Then come back and tell me what she
said."

I sighed. "Fine."

In the entryway, I took a deep breath, grasped the knob, and
flung the door open.

She stood on the bottom step, looking up at me and hugging
herself with thin arms. Her short-sleeved cotton camp shirt was
wrinkled, as were the Capri pants. She wore an old pair of Keds with no socks. She radiated an aura of disheveled youth and vulnerability.

I didn't buy it.

"Come on in," I said and led the way into the house. She trailed
behind like a lost child.

Brodie greeted us in the foyer, and Hannah bent to pet his wiggling little self. He grinned up at her and gave a little yip.

Traitor.

"Can I get you something? Tea? Coffee?" Arsenic?

She shook her head. "No thanks."

So much for putting it off. Whatever "it" was.

"I have some work to do. We can talk while I do it," I said in
Hannah's general direction.

"Okay."

Sheesh. What a conversationalist.

We traipsed through the kitchen and down the narrow wooden
stairs to my basement workroom.

I didn't know what this woman wanted, or how she had the
audacity to come visit me at all, but whatever her reasons, I liked
the idea of dealing with her on my own turf. Indicating a stool on
the other side of the center island where I worked, I said, "Have a
seat."

She sat, craning her neck as she took in the kitchen appliances,
the many work surfaces. "Cassie says you're a soap maker."

"I am." I waited for the next question. Talking about soap was
easy.

But she wrinkled her nose. "It smells funny in here."

"It smells like rosemary in here." My voice was flat. "Which,
last time I checked, wasn't all that funny."

"Oh," she said.

I used a wire grid to cut through one of the slabs of soap I'd
poured previously. And waited. Glanced up. Then I picked up a
knife and began trimming the uniform bars, smoothing the edges.

She watched the motions of my hands as if mesmerized. I tried
to imagine this person cutting my brake line. Trying to kill me. I
debated whether or not to confront her about it, very aware of
how badly that had gone over with Gabi Kaminski.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Hannah."

She looked up.

"Why are you here?"

"I ..." She licked her lips. "Well, I want you to give up Barr."

"Excuse me? Give him up?"

"Yes."

"Like `give' him to you?"

"Well, I guess it would look like that."

"No. It would be like that. Barr's a big boy, Hannah. Neither of
us gets to decide what he does."

"You haven't been together very long. I've known him forever;
we come from the same town. We have a history together, and you
don't. And even if he won't admit it, he still loves me."

The knife slipped, and I nearly took off my thumb. Very carefully, I laid the blade on the work surface. My hands might have
been trembling, but I managed to keep my voice low and even.

"This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation with you.
You should go."

Raw fury at my dismissal flared in her eyes for an instant. She
quickly blinked and looked away.

"I had him first." She sounded like a petulant child. Now tears
magnified those big green eyes and made the long lashes shine in
a way I imagined would pull at the heartstrings of a lot of men.

Kind of made me cranky, to tell the truth.

"Well, you need to come to grips with the fact that you don't
have him now. Coming here and talking to me about it isn't going
to change anything."

"But I love him!" she wailed.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

"I'm sorry. I can't give him to you, even if I wanted to." Which
I emphatically didn't. After all, I loved him, too. Besides, possession is nine-tenths-well, you get it.

Possession. Did I really think of Barr as a possession?

Of course not.

But he was still mine.

She tried again. "I need him."

More like his bank account. "Hannah, if this is a conversation
you should be having with anyone, it should be with Barr." Oh,
God. What was I saying?

"I've tried, but he just won't listen."

I couldn't help it. I took the leap. "Did you sabotage my brakes
so I'd get in a car wreck?"

She stared at me. "What?" Standing now, her tone went from
zero to sixty in nothing flat. "How dare you," she spluttered. "I
mean, God!"

"Hannah, you need to leave now."

She blinked. "But-"

"No. Really."

Her lower lip crept into a pout. "You're mean"

That, too.

"I'm sorry you're unhappy. And I'm sorry you feel the need to
spread it around so freely, but we don't have anything left to talk
about."

Her features grew hard and her gaze sharpened. "You won't
win. You're only a temporary interloper, Sophie Mae. He's supposed to be with me, and he's going to be, in the end. Whether you
do the right thing or not."

"Listen, sister. He's not mine to give. He's his own man, with
opinions and affections and desires. I could no more give him
away than I could give away the weather. If he wants you instead of
me, then so be it."

She smirked.

"But he doesn't," I continued. "He wants me, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Not a damn thing."

"She's right." Barr's voice came from the bottom of the stairs,
startling both of us. His tone was gentle as he said, "Hannah,
there's nothing left between us. You know that. Go on home to the
ranch. It's where you belong."

"Come with me," she said, pleading.

He slowly shook his head.

She turned and stomped toward the stairway, hands clenched
into fists by her side, fingers white. Barr moved aside as I followed
her upstairs and through the house to the front entryway. Not
once did she turn around, not even as she jerked the door open
and exited the house. The loud slam of the door brought Meghan
out of her office.

"Sounds like someone left unhappy."

I nodded, thoughtful. "Miss Hannah wanted something, and
she didn't get it."

Barr spoke from behind me. "Sophie Mae was wonderful."

"Really?" I asked.

He quoted me. "`I could no more give him away than I could
give away the weather."'

I rolled my eyes. How corny.

"I think you convinced her," he said.

"What do you think she'll do now?" Meghan asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"I think she'll go home," Barr said.

But I was just as concerned with what she might have already
done. Despite her dramatic protestations, Hannah hadn't actually
denied sabotaging my pickup.

Meghan, Barr, and I had moved into the kitchen for a late supper
of spinach salad topped with chicken, tomato, avocado, and black
olives in a warm vinaigrette. Erin and Zoe had made up, and Erin
was spending the night over there. Ruefully, I realized I already
missed the little imp, and I still lived with her. As she got into her
teens, summers would only get busier.

Barr had happened upon his ex and me fighting over him like
schoolgirls because he had news. Now he laid it out.

"It's official. Your Toyota was deliberately sabotaged."

Relief washed over me. "Excellent," I blurted out without
thinking. After all I'd accused Gabi of earlier, wouldn't it have been ironic if my brakes failed simply because my truck was old
and had fallen apart?

Barr lifted an eyebrow at my reaction and took a bite of avocado.

"That was fast," Meghan said, standing at the sink and rinsing
her plate. She ate like a bird, and always finished her meals before
everyone else. "What about Scott's patrol car?"

"They found some indications that the steering wasn't working
properly."

I lifted my chin in an I-told-you-so gesture. "Sabotage?"

He looked uncomfortable, then nodded. "I should have
known."

"You did," I said. "At the funeral, you suspected."

"But I didn't do anything about it."

Meghan closed the dishwasher door and turned. "You can't go
around being suspicious of everyone and everything, Barr. That
would be paranoid, especially in a sedate little town like Cadyville.
Didn't you say once that was why you moved here from Seattle in
the first place, because you felt like you were becoming so jaded? It
looked like an accident, and so you treated it like one."

Sedate little town? Meghan obviously hadn't been paying attention.

Barr didn't say anything. I reached over and squeezed his hand.
He squeezed back, then withdrew his fingers from mine. Not interested in being comforted.

Well, at least I could distract him. "Um" I bit my lip. "I kind of
messed up."

Meghan came and sat down at the table. She gazed at me for a
long moment. "What did you do, Sophie Mae." Her tone was flat.

I sneaked a look at Barr. He sat back in his chair, eyebrow slightly
arched again.

"Er, I kind of accused Gabi Kaminski of killing Ariel."

Meghan's jaw dropped. "You didn't."

I winced. "I'm afraid I did. I also accused her of fooling with
the brakes on my truck."

"Before you even knew for sure it wasn't an accident?" Incredulity from Barr. "What were you thinking?"

"It just sort of happened. She brought one of Ariel's paintings
down for Zak Nelson, and I knew darn well Rocky didn't know
she was selling it, and I kept thinking about how she had a handy
answer for everything when we were up there, but I didn't really
believe any of them, and that huge truck demolishing my little
pickup was scary, damn it." I took a deep breath and opened my
mouth to continue, but Barr cut me off.

"It's okay," he said. "Scary doesn't even cover it, I'm sure. You
must have been terrified."

I nodded furiously, swallowing against the lump that had risen
in my throat. Barr smiled at me, and I tried to smile back. Didn't
dare look at Meghan, or I would have started bawling right then
and there.

"Did Gabi say anything incriminating?" he asked in a quiet
tone.

When I was able to speak again I answered, "Not really. And
I'm afraid I pushed her really hard. Now all I can think of is to try
and trick her into confessing. Maybe wave Ariel's diary around in
her face and say there's evidence in it. Or I could try blackmailing
her, and see if she pays up to keep me quiet."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding," Meghan said. She stood up and
walked to the sink, looked out the window at the darkening yard.

"That," Barr said, "is a terrible idea."

I pointed my finger at him. "It could very well work."

He just looked at me. Of course he was right. It was a stupid
idea. If I wanted to climb out of the hole I'd dug by shooting my
mouth off to Gabi, that wasn't the way to do it.

Meghan turned. "Did it ever occur to you that the reason she
didn't confess is because she didn't kill Ariel?" Her voice overflowed with disbelief. "I mean, if you knew for sure she was guilty,
you wouldn't have to trick her into admitting it; Robin and Barr
would be able to prove it."