Murder of a Bookstore Babe

“Yes. But I can’t exactly wear it with my Keds.”

“Look down.”

A pair of matching pumps was lined up on the floor.

“You are so sweet to me.” She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. “How can I ever thank you?”

“I can think of a couple of ways.” Wally’s grin was devilish as he unbuttoned her blouse and kissed his way down her stomach. “Let’s start here.”

CHAPTER 20

Of Human Bondage

Fridays were typically bad times to try to test or observe students. Teachers often scheduled special instructional activities then, and Skye felt it was unfair to the kids to make them miss what they considered treats. So when she got to school and found a message from Dr. Wraige ordering her to attend a course on computer-form completion at the Stanley County Special Education Cooperative in Laurel, starting at nine a.m. that day, she wasn’t all that upset.

During the lunch break she tried to call Vince again, and when she couldn’t reach him, she phoned Loretta’s law firm. Her assistant said Loretta had taken the week off and wasn’t expected back until Monday. Skye tried to wheedle additional details from him, but he refused to tell her anything else. Either he genuinely didn’t know where Loretta was or why she’d taken off work, or Skye was losing her touch.

The lesson lasted until two, and while Skye drove back to Scumble River after her class, she brooded over Vince and Loretta’s disappearance. However, as she turned left on Basin Street at quarter to three, she put her concern about her brother and his fiancée aside and concentrated on what she would say to Hugo.

Skye didn’t know whether her cousin had anything to do with the murder, but even if he was completely innocent, Hugo tended to view information as a valuable commodity and didn’t often give it away for free. She hoped he’d make an exception for her, but she was afraid he wouldn’t.

As she had promised, Skye called Wally to alert him that she had arrived at the used-car lot, then waited until she saw a squad car pull up and park a couple of spots away. She noticed that the officer had a clear view through the showroom window and gave Anthony a slight acknowledging nod before going inside.

This time she was in luck. There were no customers when she entered, and Hugo was sitting alone at one of the half dozen small round tables scattered through the space.

Skye approached her cousin, who was playing a handheld video game as he drank a cup of coffee and puffed on a cigarette. The bouquet of multicolored balloons that were attached to a weight in the center of the table swayed each time he blew out a stream of smoke.

“Hi, Hugo.”

He jumped, then muttered, “What are you doing here?” His gaze went back to his game. “Did you bring another one of your juvenile delinquents to cheat me out of a profit?”

“Nope.” Apparently Xenia had gotten a good deal. “I came to talk to you about Dad’s birthday.”

“Oh.” Hugo’s sour expression changed to something more neutral. “When is it?”

“Not until January, but I want to throw him a surprise party.”

“Why do you want to talk to me about that?” he asked, his voice indicating mild interest.

“Well, first, I wanted to make sure you have the date free. His birthday is the ninth, but I want to hold the party on the eighth.”

“I’ll have to check with Victoria and get back to you.” Hugo blew a smoke ring in Skye’s direction. “What else? You could have called for that. I suppose you want me to pitch in some money.”

“Not at all.” Skye decided to try and shake him up. “In fact, it looks as if business is pretty bad.”

“We’re just slow today.” Hugo’s tone was defensive. “Saturday there’ll be lots of customers. I’m having an exotic dancer to show that we’re ‘stripping down’ the prices.”

Ew! Skye hoped her expression didn’t show her true thoughts. “Really?” She pasted a concerned look on her face. “Last Saturday when I was at the Tales and Treats grand opening, your lot seemed deserted. And I know no one moved those cars you had parked in front of the store the whole time I was there.”

“Maybe you missed it when they were taken for a test drive.”

“I don’t think so.” Even though Hugo hadn’t invited her to, Skye pulled out a chair and sat down. “In fact, those same vehicles were there in the exact same spots Sunday.” Skye needled her cousin a little more. “I’m sure Risé’s security camera would show that I’m right.”

“Dammit it all to hell!” Hugo stood abruptly, his chair tipping over and crashing to the floor. “Are you telling me that bitch is recording my cars?”

Oops! “Maybe she’s taping something else, and your cars are just there.” Skye hadn’t realized that Hugo didn’t know about the cameras. Risé mustn’t have confronted him yet. Was that what she and Orlando were arguing about the night before?

“I warned her not to mess with me.” He stomped over to the glass wall and peered out, apparently not seeing or not caring that there was a police car parked in front of his building.