Will misread her expression. “I’m sorry to come in and mention this stuff while you’re worrying over Shadow.”
“No, I think it helps to take my mind off that,” she told him.
Because now I can worry about Jane, and the money, and who might have it.
Sunny tried not to let her feelings show on her face.
Because I haven’t got a clue.
Sunny went through
the motions, gobbling a quick sandwich she’d brought from home and then putting up posters in the hopes of finding Shadow. Store owners offered space in their windows or by their cash registers. Some people she knew and many she didn’t stopped to read the notices and offer their good wishes. A few seemed to know about Shadow’s disappearance already. Sunny looked at the picture on her poster.
You’re getting famous around these parts, little guy.
Unfortunately, none of these folks had any information to offer. They promised to keep an eye open, though.
Through all that time, Sunny’s brain kept spinning its wheels on the question of where Martin Rigsdale had hidden his ill-gotten gains. Stealing from the Ukrainians in the first place suggested that Martin had intended to get out of Dodge. She was sure that Dani—not to mention Olek—would take a dim view of him making off with the money, especially since it wasn’t even really theirs.
Equally obviously, something had gone wrong. Dani mentioned finding out about the bank withdrawal before Martin had expected him to. He also mentioned a very foolish bank officer—another victim of Martin’s charm. Apparently, though, Dani didn’t consider the banker to be a coconspirator of Martin’s, which suggested that she had been squeezed dry of information already. Sunny could only hope she hadn’t been squeezed in other ways. She remembered Dani’s graphic demonstration of what Olek could do if he had to.
If Olek wanted some information out of me, I’d just tell him.
Sunny might follow the guy, but she knew her limits.
Knowing Martin’s preference for feminine companionship, Sunny was pretty sure that he’d planned to run away with someone. But if Dani and Olek had pretty well dismissed the bank officer, it had to be someone else.
Dawn Featherstone seemed the strong contender—young, impressionable, and looking at her from Martin’s viewpoint, easy to control. Of course, Martin might have been wrong about her. She could be the one who’d killed him. But whether or not she was his girl of choice or his murderer, she should have her hands on more than a hundred grand. She could go someplace far from Maine and open her dream fitness club. Why was she hanging around?
On the other hand, maybe she didn’t have her hands on the money and was looking for it. In that case, the only way that Sunny would know that Dawn had succeeded was if she suddenly disappeared. That might help Jane with the suspicion of murder thing, but it wouldn’t help her with the Ukrainians.
Wait a minute. There was another woman in Martin’s life, the dark-haired classy one. Unfortunately, Sunny had no idea whatsoever who that might be.
Sunny returned to the MAX office feeling tired and drained. And she still hadn’t started any of the day’s business. Stifling yawns, she went to work answering e-mails. The phone rang, and she snatched it up eagerly. Thankfully, she remembered to answer it, “Maine Adventure Xperience,” and not “Any news?” because the voice on the other end was Ollie the Barnacle’s. “Anything exciting turn up today?”
Sunny decided he didn’t need to hear about Shadow running away. “Nothing that requires an executive decision,” she told him.
“Okay, it looks as if I’ll be getting back in sometime late tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll probably be in on Wednesday.”
Sunny was surprised. Ollie usually didn’t give her advance notice on when he was stopping by the office.
Maybe he wants to make sure I get rid of all the pizza boxes and beer bottles before he comes in,
she thought.
“Okay,” she said. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” At least he hadn’t called while she was out putting up posters. At least she didn’t think so. Sunny paused for a second. “Do you know anything about loan sharks?”
“What?” Ollie’s voice got a bit belligerent. “Is somebody saying I’m a loan shark—or that I need one?”
“Nothing like that,” Sunny assured him. “I’ve, uh, got a friend who was thinking of borrowing some money. I thought with you being more business savvy, you could help me explain things—”
“Don’t get involved with a shark,” Ollie interrupted. “You start off borrowing to buy buttons and end up losing your shirt. The way they compute the interest, you never get to pay off the principal that you borrowed in the first place.” He chuckled sourly. “It’s as bad as credit cards—except they don’t have people who come to your house and threaten to beat you up.”
“Do they really do that?” Sunny asked.
“Yes.” Ollie tried to sound patient. “That’s the big difference between them and your neighborhood bank.”
“Do they kill people?” Sunny pressed.
That got a moment of silence out of Ollie. “Jeez, Sunny, how much are you figuring to borrow?”
“It’s not for me—really,” Sunny insisted. “I just thought you must know more about this kind of financial stuff than anyone else I know.”
“If you think I hang out with loan sharks, that’s not much of a compliment,” Ollie complained. “I know some guys who got in bed with the sharks. Almost all of them ended up regretting it. These were guys who owned businesses, but because of what they owed, the sharks became their partners—and often, their bosses.” He harrumphed into the phone. “That said, it’s bad business to kill the golden goose. The problem is, not all the guys who go into the loan-sharking line are businessmen. Some of them—I guess you’d call them sadists. But they’re more likely to kidnap someone to get a little leverage when they put the squeeze on someone.”
“And . . . killing?” Sunny pressed.
“I guess it’s been known to happen,” Ollie said. “Usually when they really don’t expect to get their money back, and an example has to be made.”
“Thanks, Ollie. That’s what I thought.”
“Yeah. Make sure your ‘friend’ hears that. Oh, and I’m definitely counting the petty cash when I come in.” Ollie cut the connection, and Sunny went back to work, such as it was.
The phone rang yet again. This time it was an excited-sounding Jane Rigsdale.
“Two things,” she said. “First, I’m really sorry to hear about Shadow. Several of the people who came in mentioned that he’d taken off on you.”
“What can I say?” Sunny replied. “I’m sorry, too.”
“You know he’s a bit of a wanderer,” Jane pointed out. “He didn’t stay all the time with Ada Spruance.”
“Yeah,” Sunny recalled. “That’s the first thing she told me about him.”
“I was going to warn you when springtime came a little closer that he might develop a case of wanderlust,” Jane said. “I just didn’t think it was likely to happen when the weather was this cold.”
“He was kind of angry with us—with me,” Sunny confessed. “A neighbor had brought over a puppy, and he didn’t like it.”
Jane made a sort of noncommittal noise. “Maybe he felt threatened.”
“Jane, it was a puppy. He wasn’t in fear for his life. If it had caught up with him, it would have probably licked him.”
“I don’t think Shadow would have allowed that,” Jane said wryly. “But I wasn’t talking about a physical threat. Judging from the way he gets along with people, I’d say Shadow has had a lot of homes in his life. Some, like Ada’s, he might have left on his own, but others, it’s more likely that he was kicked out. He might have seen the puppy as taking over his place.”
For a moment, Sunny couldn’t talk because of the lump in her throat. “Now I feel horrible. Mrs. M.—Helena Martinson—was only bringing the puppy around because she’d just adopted him. I never thought that Shadow might see it that way.”
Jane tried to offer some hope. “He might turn back up after a couple of nights in the cold. Also, it’s mighty slim pickings out there, eating-wise. Shadow is a practical little critter. If you see him, you can convince him it was all a mistake.” She got a little more professional. “And if need be, I can help with some suggestions on helping the two animals get along. Pet psychology isn’t my specialty, but I’ve done a little bit of it.”
“If he appears on my doorstep, you’ll be the first to know,” Sunny assured her. “What’s the second thing you had to tell me?”
“I think I may have found out who Martin’s dark lady is.” Jane’s voice was back to full excitement now. “Martin has a sub in right now at his practice—like most medical practices, we arrange with other vets to substitute for us when we’re not available.”
“I see,” Sunny said. “Martin is definitely unavailable these days.”
“And in some cases, his substitute has ended up overbooked,” Jane picked up the story. “So he asked if I would take one of Martin’s cases. I should have gotten suspicious when the lady in question tried to cancel. I had to shame her into bringing her dog in, and when she did, I found myself examining a perfectly healthy animal who was booked for monthly appointments. And when I took a look at Martin’s notes, I found a whole lot of fancy language that boiled down to observation and administering the occasional supplement—dog vitamins. This is a nice animal—a purebred—but he’s not a show dog. There’s no need to be so obsessive about the dog’s health.”
“So either Martin was cheating this woman . . .” Sunny began.
“Or cheating
with
her,” Jane finished in a stage whisper. “This would cause a stink if it got out. The woman is Christine Venables.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?” Sunny asked.
“Because you have a dad who’s interested in local politics,” Jane told her. “State Representative Ralph Venables? This is his wife.”
“Oh, wonderful,” Sunny said. “It’s not messy enough, we have to add a political scandal.”
“Also, Tobe managed to track down the waitress you bumped into, and they’ve talked some more.”
“Tell him to skip the grilled cheese,” Sunny advised.
“He’s going to try and get a picture of Christine Venables and run it past this woman.” Jane sounded a lot less eager now. “I’d rather not use it—I know what it’s like to have a marriage blow up in my face. But it’s sort of an insurance policy if Trumbull really comes after me.”
“I’m glad it’s not a decision I’d have to make,” Sunny honestly said. “So, if you’ve been chatting with Tobe, any more news on his availability?”
“Unmarried,” Jane reported briefly. “He made partner because they wanted his skills.”
“Just be careful,” Sunny joked. “Lawyers are trained in persuasion.”
*
Sunny finished the
day’s work and sat for a long moment in front of her computer, thinking. Then she called Helena Martinson. “Are you all set for milk and stuff?”
“You really shouldn’t bother,” Mrs. Martinson replied.
“I’m three stores away from a market,” Sunny pointed out. “How much of a bother is that?”
“Well, I suppose I could do with a quart of the one percent milk,” Mrs. M. said.
“Fine,” Sunny told her. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
She turned off her computer, got her parka, locked up the office, and headed over to Judson’s.
When she arrived at her neighbor’s house, Mrs. Martinson had coffee perking away. “I thought we might find a use for some of that milk,” she said with a smile. But when she took the sack, Sunny could see that she limped her way into the kitchen. And she had trouble negotiating the baby gate she had set up in the doorway, beyond which Toby the pup yipped in excitement to see a visitor in the house.
“Let me help with that.” Sunny hurried after her hostess.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Mrs. Martinson insisted. “I’ve got a bruise on my knee, and it slows me down walking.”
“Well, you should take it easy while it heals properly,” Sunny told her, taking the tray with the cups, saucers, milk pitcher, and sugar bowl. “Let’s sit down and enjoy this properly.”
They settled in the living room with Toby whining after them.
“So what would you like to talk about, dear?” Mrs. M. asked with a guileless smile.
“Oh, you’re good,” Sunny said, laughing. She took a sip of coffee. “What can you tell me about the Venables family?”
“Well, obviously, Ralph Venables is a state representative. He’s married to Christine, and they have a daughter, Kristi, who’s a year or two out of college. She’d been working in Boston, but lost her job and is home now.” Helena frowned, trying to bring up details. “They’re fairly well off. Ralph came from money and was involved in a real estate business, but got out before the bottom fell out of that. As far as I know, he hasn’t invested in anything foolish. Ralph got reelected last November and is starting his second two-year term. Christine’s people came from farther north, respectable but not rich. She actually helped to set up the 99 Elmet Ladies and would have liked to be more involved. But it might look too much like politics.”
“And that’s what anybody who searched the newspapers would find,” Sunny said with a smile. “But what’s the dirt?”
“We-e-ell,” Mrs. Martinson drew out the word, “they have a beautiful house over in Piney Brook, but I hear Ralph has been spending most of his time up in Augusta.”
Sunny nodded. “You think that’s more than the press of government business?”
“He wasn’t so diligent in his first term.” Mrs. M. took a sip of her coffee. “He may be trying to earn some brownie points—what do the politicians call it? Carrying the can?” She pursed her lips. “But he hasn’t really been home in months. And when he does come down, he rarely stays overnight.”
“I bow to your years of experience,” Sunny told the older woman. “What does that say to you?”
“A possible separation, but they’re trying to keep it quiet,” was Helena Martinson’s verdict. “They may have held it together for the election, but now they’re easing into a divorce. There have been some rumors. I’ve heard them, but so far it’s been all talk.”
She aimed bright eyes at Sunny. “But maybe not anymore, I suspect.”
“‘Suspect’ is a good word,” Sunny replied. “This, as they used to say when I was working, is definitely not for publication.” She briefly told the story of Martin Rigsdale’s two ladies. “The blonde is pretty obviously Dawn Featherstone, but the dark lady could be Christine Venables.”
“Very Shakespearean,” Mrs. Martinson said. “I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be one of those revenge tragedies.”
“If they’re heading for a divorce anyway, is there any reason to get all dramatic about it?” Sunny asked.