Fat Cat Takes The Cake

Chase had to admit Julie was right. “Well then, how am I going to prove to Detective Olson that she killed him? As for lifting him, she would be full of adrenaline and he’s not very big.”

“He wasn’t very big.”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, you said he’s not very big. Present tense. Anyway, I have to get to work. Love you.”

Chase hung up, knowing that Julie suspected she was still sick and was raving feverishly. People were arriving below. She heard the door to the kitchen open and close twice. It was time she showed up for work.

In spite of what Julie must think, Chase felt much better this morning. She hummed “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” from The Sound of Music in the shower. She felt like that’s what she needed to do, climb every last ever-lovin’ mountain so she could clear Julie. In fact, she almost felt like she could climb one. It was so good not to be achy anymore. She was singing the words now, as she got dressed and racked her brain for a solution.

“Who’s that tripping down the stairs so lightly?” Anna called when Chase showed up.

“You sound like the ogre talking to a Billy Goat Gruff.” Chase laughed.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood. Is that new boyfriend working out?”

Chase frowned. “He’s not my boyfriend. Quit saying that. I’m having a hard time getting rid of him.”

“Maybe you’re not trying very hard?”

She shrugged. No, she sure wasn’t. “Anna, what are we going to do about Julie? I know Monique should be in jail, but—”

Anna held a finger to her lips and Chase heard Monique’s voice out front.

“A dozen of those new ones. The pumpkin ones.”

“The Harvest Bars?” Mallory asked.

Chase and Anna stood silent, listening. Chase hoped a clue would drop. Anna, she was sure, was relieved Monique hadn’t seemed to hear the fact that Chase wanted her in jail.

“And a couple of Peanut Butter Fudge Bars for your husband?”

It occurred to Chase that a lot of husbands like those. Even Ron liked—peanuts! There might be peanuts in Monique’s trunk.

“Definitely not.”

Chase couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed some replacement boxes and pushed through the double doors, aiming for the round table nearest the kitchen. “Oh, hello, Monique. How nice to see you here.” She hoped her wide eyes looked surprised.

Monique answered with a frown.

“I’m sorry. Is something the matter?” Chase was putting on the best innocent, helpful face she could.

Nothing. Only more frowning.

“By the way,” Chase tried again, “the reunion was such a good idea. I’m sure it was you who thought of having it. It’s so terrible that tragedy had to ruin the wonderful memories of that night.”

“It actually wasn’t my idea. It was Dickie’s.”

“Ah. Well—”

“I told him it was stupid. No one has a fourteen-year reunion.”

“It’s too bad—”

“My idea was to invite the whole class to a fund-raising dinner. That way, we would know who his supporters were.”

And raise funds, Chase added silently.

“And it wouldn’t be limited to our high school graduating class, either,” Monique said. “I have favors all around town I could have called in. I hated the thought of kicking off his campaign in a rinky-dink high school gym. I would have rented a hotel downtown, or the Minneapolis Club.”

“You belong?” That was a swanky, exclusive place.

“No, but I know someone who does. He would gladly have arranged it. But no. Mr. Know-It-All Dickie Byrd had to hold a replay of the high school prom, complete with horrid punch and basketball hoops, with bleachers folded up at the sides.”

“I agree about the punch, but—”

“Also complete, I might add, with the bad boys spiking it.”

“There was one difference.”

Monique shook her head. “Yes, we’re all too old for that nonsense now.”

Chase had been going to mention the murder in the parking lot. Monique’s car sat at the curb in front. “Can I help you out with that?”

Monique held up her one box of dessert bars and raised her eyebrows.

“Oh. I thought you bought a lot more.” No, she didn’t think that, but she was desperately fishing for a way to get Monique to open her trunk. “You know, I think I have a flat tire.”

“That’s too bad.” Monique moved toward the front door.

“You don’t have a jack I could borrow, do you?”

“No idea. You’re welcome to look. I have Triple-A. If I have a jack, I’ll never use it.”

Rats. She didn’t have any objection. Or was she smart enough to figure out why Chase wanted to peek into her trunk and was trying to throw suspicion off herself?

“Could I? I’ll be right out.”

Chase ran into the kitchen and borrowed Anna’s jacket off the hook by the rear door. “Be right back.” She couldn’t take the time to run upstairs for her own coat.

Monique was staring into her open trunk when Chase got out there. “What does a jack look like?” she asked.

“I think it’s that thing over there.” Chase pointed to the jack that was strapped to the sidewall. The trunk was tidy and clean. It looked brand new.

“Help yourself.” Monique waved at the jack and set her purchase on the floor of the trunk.