A Twist In The Tail

‘I am. Really. But I don’t get much time to enjoy it what with all my duties at the Guesthouse.’ I stuttered as I tried to plan my escape. I could dart around the big pine, jump over that fallen oak and crash through the woods to connect with the trail below. They were old, I could outrun them.

Meow! Nero trotted over to Ron and gave him the same purring ankle rubbing routine.

‘Yes, of course.’ Ron said. ‘But you do come out here often?’

‘Uh huh… Yep.’

‘I suppose you go up to the cliff?’ Iona straightened from where she’d crouched to pet the cat and brushed her hands together. ‘The view is outstanding.’

‘Yes, of course. Who wouldn’t? Is that where you go?’ While I was stuck here, I might as well ask them some questions and see if I could trip them up.

‘Oh yes.’ Ron hefted the camera. ‘Bird watching.’

‘The gulls?’ I tried to keep my voice casual.

Ron’s brow furrowed. ‘What do you know about the gulls?’

Aha! I could tell by the way he asked that he was worried. His tone definitely indicated guilt. But I had to be careful. If they had killed Charles as I suspected, they probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.

I shrugged as if I had no suspicions at all. ‘They nest up there. It’s sad what’s happening to them, but that’s nature I guess.’

‘What do you mean?’ Iona asked innocently.

Trying to play dumb? Well, two could play at that game. ‘They’re dying at an alarming rate. I guess it’s just a cycle of nature? Not enough food to support the growth of the colony.’

Ron and Iona exchanged a glance. Had I fooled them? Now was my chance to get away.

Nero and Marlowe had trotted back on the path and were looking over their shoulders at me. Yep, that was my cue to leave.

‘Oh, look at the time!’ I glanced at my wrist. ‘The cats are signaling that they need their afternoon meal.’ I pointed toward the two cats who were staring at us.

Ron and Iona looked dubious but they stood aside. ‘Of course, dear. You shouldn’t delay their feeding. Too bad you won’t make it to the cliff. Seems a waste to come halfway up and not get to the top.’

Yeah, too bad because that would be a great place to push me off. ‘I know, but I live here so I get to go anytime I want. You two enjoy!’ I hurried off without looking back.

Only when I was a safe distance away did I turn around. Judging by the way those two had been acting, my suspicions were confirmed that there were the culprits. But what should I do about that? I couldn’t tell Seth Chamberlain until I had some concrete proof. He’d never listen, especially after I’d messed up by pointing the finger at Tony. I was going to have to resort to breaking into their rooms and looking around.

Eighteen

Later that afternoon, I made sure the Weatherbys saw the big coupon for the senior special at Salty’s Crab Shack that night. Since I didn’t serve dinner it was a sure bet they’d be dining out. I waited a few minutes after they drove off just to make sure they didn’t turn back.

Once all the guests were out to dinner, I rushed up the stairs, tamping down the guilt that was spreading in my chest as I fingered the spare key to the Weatherbys room. I’d only ever used the room key for cleaning, and this felt like a violation. I reminded myself that the nice old couple could be hardened killers and looking in their room was necessary to find evidence.

I was bent over the keyhole and assured myself this was the right thing to do when I heard, ‘What are you doing?’

Dang! I’d been so focused on sneaking around that I hadn’t noticed Mike coming down the hall. He had his tool belt and a dark gray t-shirt that showed off the fact that he still kept in shape even after being out of the Navy for several years. Not that I was noticing.

I straightened and leaned against the wall casually as if breaking into guests’ rooms was nothing out of the ordinary. ‘Cleaning.’

He glanced at the door. ‘Isn’t that the Weatherbys room?’

‘Yep. Still needs to be cleaned.’

He leaned his shoulder against the wall so he was facing me and cocked his head. ‘I thought Flora did the cleaning.’

I snorted. ‘Seriously?’

‘Yeah, I guess maybe she doesn’t do all of it.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘But you wouldn’t be doing some snooping in there, would you?’

I tried to look incredulous. ‘Me? I would never snoop on guests. Why would I?’

‘Aunt Millie told me all about the new theory you guys have come up with that Charles was blackmailing someone. She said you suspected the Weatherbys.’

Dang. Millie had a big mouth.

‘Maybe.’ I studied him for a second. He had been an investigator in the Navy and had been acting like he was interested in this case. Maybe he had an opinion. And since I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure about the Weatherbys, maybe I should listen to it. ‘What do you think?’

He shrugged. ‘Might be a good deduction, but I don’t think they did it. The sabotage of the stairs doesn’t seem like their forte.’

I leaned closer to him and lowered my voice. ‘But you said they acted suspiciously about the cameras.’