Belle.â
Noreen frowned. âIf youâre a spy for the coppers . . .â
âIâm not,â Deanna said. At least she wasnât officially a spy.But if she learned anything that could help catch the killer, she would be duty bound to tell. She started to say so, then held her piece.
âThen why are you interested in Belle?â
Deanna looked down at her hands, which she was glad to see sat quietly in her lap. Calm. At least on the outside. âI thought we might be friends.â
Noreen cracked a laugh.
âWhy?â Talia asked. âBelle isnât one of your class anymore. Why would you want to be friends?â
âI donât know,â Deanna said. âWhy do any two people become friends? Why are you and Noreen friends?â
âWe work together,â Noreen said. âYou obviously donât have to work at all, and you certainly arenât an actress. How could you and Belle possibly have any common interests as friends and after knowing each other for not even a few hours?â
âBut we do.â
âAnd just what is that?â
âLike I told you, we both like dime novels,â Deanna said, feeling embarrassed and for some reason sad.
âWell,â Gil said. âI didnât think ladies read books for the masses.â
âI do,â Deanna said, beginning to get a little tired of their attitude.
A knock at the door made them all jump.
âNoreen, have you seen Rollie and Gil? Edwin wants to see us all downstairs.â
âIâll go find them,â Noreen called. âWeâll be down in a minute.â She waited until the footsteps receded. âYouâll have to go now.â
âBut Iââ
âListen. If the police hold us in town until they find Belle, weâll lose a huge amount of income. Income none of us can afford to lose. But we canât discuss this now.â
âAnd you canât stay here by yourself,â Rollie said. âIâll escort you downstairs.â He offered Deanna his arm. Reluctantly, she took it. She hadnât learned anything helpful except that this was a very loyal group, so loyal that they might withhold any useful information until it was too late to save Belle Deeks.
Rollie walked her down the stairs, put his finger to his lips at the bottom of the stairs, and motioned her to stay until he peeked into the parlor. Then he gestured for her to hurry to the door, which Deanna did. And before she knew it, she was back on her bicycle and pedaling toward . . .
She meant to head south, back to Bonheur, but at the next block she turned west. Joe had said heâd seen Belle at a yacht party. Maybe Belle had returned there today.
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J oe stepped out into the bright sunshine and walked down the gangplank to the pier. He took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to drive the odor and sting of stale whiskey, eggs, and cigars from his person.
He made his way over to where several of the crew members were now standing on the pier, smoking hand-rolled cigarettes and passing around a bottle of Merseyâs whiskey.
Joe nodded to them and slowed. But he could tell right away they werenât in a talkative mood. Heâd do better to leave them to Will and the head-cracking dock patrol.
With a final look around he took his bike and rolled it across the wharf to the street.
Ahead of him a wooden crate leaned precariously against a shipbuilderâs wall. Just as he reached it, it rattled, and Joe made a quick detour away; he was in no mood for rats or feral dogs at this time of day.
The figure that crawled out was neither rodent nor beast, but a man, ancient, by the looks of him. He slowly unfolded to his feet, where he stood at an angle that complemented the crate.
He was wearing filthy denim pants held up with a piece of rope and a torn and filthier wool sweater. He squinted at Joe, his nose stuck in the air like
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