THE COVE. Catherine Coulter

“James tells me I look like his former sister-in-law. Amabel thinks I look like Mary Lou Retton, although I’m nearly a foot taller. My mom said I was the image of her Venezuelan nanny. Don’t tell me, Sheriff, that I remind you of your Pekinese.”

“No, Ms. Brandon, be thankful you don’t look like my dog. His name is Hugo and he’s a Rottweiler.”

Sally waited, trying not to clench her hands, trying to look amused, trying to look like she was all together and not ready to fall apart if he poked his finger at her and said he was taking her in. She watched his frown smooth away as he turned to James.

“I checked the files from the previous sheriff. Her name was Dorothy Willis, and she was very good. Her notes on those missing old folks were very thorough. I made copies and brought them to you.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a thick envelope.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” Quinlan said, not knowing for several moments who the hell David Mountebank was talking about. Then he remembered Harve and Marge Jen-sen.

“I read over them last night. Everybody believed there was foul play, what with their Winnebago being found in a used car lot in Spokane. It’s just that nobody knew anything. She wrote that she spoke to nearly everybody in The Cove but came up with nothing. Nobody knew a thing. Nobody remembered the Jensens. She even sent off the particulars to the FBI just in case something like this had happened elsewhere in the country. That’s it, Quinlan. Sorry, but there’s no more. No leads of any kind.” He ate another helping of pancakes, drank his black coffee down, then shoved back his chair. “Well, you’re all right, Ms. Brandon, so at least I don’t have to worry about you. It’s strange, you know? Nobody else heard that woman scream. Real strange.”

He shook his head and walked out of the dining room, saying over his shoulder, “You look best with your own hair, Ms. Brandon. Lose the wigs. Trust me. My wife says I’ve got real good taste.”

“Sheriff, what happened to Dorothy Willis?” David Mountebank stopped then. “A bad thing, a very bad thing. She was shot by a teenage boy who was robbing a local 7-Eleven. She died.”

When Thelma Nettro made her appearance some ten minutes later, looking for all the world like a relic from Victorian days, her teeth in her mouth, white lace at her parchment throat, the first words out of her mouth were, “Well, girl, is James here a decent lover?”

“I don’t know, ma’am. He wouldn’t even kiss me. He said he was too tired. He even hinted at a headache. What could I do?”

Old Thelma threw her head back, and that scrawny neck of hers worked ferociously to bring out fat, full laughs. “Here I thought you were a wimp, Sally. That’s good. Now, what’s this Martha tells me about how a woman who was really your dead daddy called you at Amabel’s last night?”

“There was no woman when I got on the line.” “This is very strange, Sally. Why would anyone do this? Now, if it had been James on the phone, well, that would have been another matter. But if he gets all that tired, well, then maybe you’d just best forget him.”

“How many husbands did you have, Thelma?” Quin-lan asked, knowing that Sally was reeling, giving her time to get herself together.

“Just Bobby, James. Did I tell you Bobby invented a new improved gyropilot? Yes, well, that’s why I’ve got more money than any of the other poor sods in this place. All because of Bobby’s invention.”

“It looks to me like everyone has money,” Sally said. “The town is charming. Everything looks new, planned, like everyone put money in a pot and decided together what they wanted to do with it.”

“It was something like that,” Thelma said. “It’s all barren by the cliffs now. I remember back in the fifties there were still some pines and firs, even a few poplars close to the cliffs, all bowed down, of course, from the violent storms. They’re all gone now, like there’d never been anything there at all. At least we’ve managed to save a few here in town.”

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