Uncle Alec cleared his throat.“Talk about a small world, huh? Turns out Johnny’s little girl, who’s not so little anymore, used to date the scumbag you arrested today. Orville Haggis. Orville isn’t his real name, though. He goes by the name Rubb. Donovan Rubb.”
Gran, whose eyes had drooped closed, sat up with a start.“Rub? Rub who?”
The Chief stared at her for a moment, then continued,“Turns out Donovan Rubb and Veronica George are the ones that caused so much trouble for Chase. They’re not an item anymore, but she’s the one that filed those charges against Chase, and got him kicked off the force.”
They all exchanged startled glances.“So you can’t talk to her?” asked Mom. “That’s just crazy.”
Chase nodded.“I can’t come within three hundred feet of the woman.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” said Dad, and his words spoke for all of them.
For a moment, a pregnant silence descended upon the company, until Gran croaked,“More meatballs anyone? Take ‘em while they’re hot.”
“Why don’t I go with you tomorrow, Uncle Alec?” Odelia suggested. “I mean, I have to talk to the widow anyway, for my article, so we might as well go together. Especially now that Chase can’t come near the daughter.”
“That’s a great idea,” said the Chief.
“That’s a terrible idea,” said Chase. “Come on, Chief. Odelia is not a cop. You can’t bring her into this investigation.”
“She’s already front and center,” said the Chief. “Or have you forgotten she’s the one that nailed those two drug dealers? Besides, she’s a great interviewer, that niece of mine. Aren’t you, honey?”
“But this goes against every rule in the book,” Chase protested.
“We’re not big on rules down here,” Gran piped up.
“Yeah, you’ll find that we tend to do things different in Hampton Cove,” said Dad, clapping the burly cop on the back. “And Odelia has a knack for solving mysteries.”
“She used to try and solve mysteries when she was just a little girl,” said Mom. “Tell Chase about that time you solved the teddy bear mystery, honey.”
In spite of himself, Chase’s lips quirked up into a grin. “Teddy bear mystery?”
“Not now, Mom,” Odelia said, embarrassed.
“Odelia’s favorite teddy bear went missing one day, and she wouldn’t let it go,” Mom said with a smile at the memory. “I just figured she’d lost it somewhere, you know, but she was adamant someone had kidnapped it.”
“I remember that,” said Dad, also smiling now.
“Turned out she was right. Billy Bob Turner, whose family used to live right across the street, had gotten it into his nut to collect all the bears from all the houses on the block and hide them under his bed. Turns out his folks were into some kind of religious cult and he thought the world was going to come to an end soon and he needed to save all the teddies of all the kids.”
“Aw, that’s actually kinda sweet,” said Chase.
“So Odelia stomps over there one day and accuses Billy Bob of kidnapping her teddy and holding him hostage, and lo and behold, she was right. She’d found a small footprint right outside her window, and had tracked it all the way to the Turner place.”
“Well, as much as I hate to tell you this, Marge, there’s a difference between finding Mr. Teddy and catching a killer,” said Chase. “This is some seriously dangerous stuff, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to involve untrained and unarmed civilians. And I’m only telling you this for her safety.”
“Who says she’s unarmed?” Gran now piped up.
“Gran, not now,” Odelia hissed.
“Yes, Mom, not now,” Chief Alec said, looking decidedly ill at ease.
“What do you mean, she’s not unarmed?” asked Chase. “I checked the registry when I first arrived in town and your niece doesn’t have a license.”
“Of course she’s got a gun,” Gran insisted. “And she’s a great shot, too.”
“You checked my license?” asked Odelia, incensed.
“When I keep bumping into someone, I want to be sure they’re not carrying,” Chase said. “Call it my innate sense of self-preservation.”
“You had no right,” she began, but then realized he did have the right.
“Anyone want more meatballs?” Mom asked in a faux-chipper voice.
“She keeps it in her purse,” said Gran now, “just like any girl should.”
“So you’re carrying a gun without a license. Why am I not surprised?”
“Chase,” said Uncle Alec warningly.
“I can’t believe you’d let your niece carry an illegal gun!”
“It’s not her fault she lost her license!” Gran cried. “So back off, tightass.”
“Lost her license? Why? Did she shoot somebody?” he asked. When she refused to look him in the eye, he cried, “You actually shot someone?!”
“He was a nobody,” Gran supplied. “One of those no-good boyfriends of hers. And good riddance, too. The guy was too old for her anyhoo.”
Chase’s eyebrows rose. “You killed him?!”
“Nah, she missed,” said Gran.
“I didn’t miss,” she snapped. “If I wanted to kill him he’d be dead right now.”
“Would have been better if you had,” said Gran. “Piece of no-good scum.”
“He was one of her boyfriends,” Mom said when Odelia clamped her lips together. How had this conversation gotten away from her so fast?