family. Everyone thought Christine was her granddaughter, but she was a complete stranger who wormed her way into a lonely old ladyâs life.â Sally spat out the words, ignoring Nickâs sputtered protests. âThatâthat painter convinced Iggy to leave her everything.
Everything
. Cutting out her family, her rightful heirs.â
Last summer, Sally had informed me that not everyone in the village approves of the emphasis on food. Apparently she didnât care for our reputation as a haven for artists, either.
âThis oneââher mad eyes darted toward Nickââmade all lovey-dovey and got her to leave it all to him. And thenââ
âI get the picture, Sally,â Kim said.
Nick let out a long, ragged breath. âI wonât pretend to know what two dead womenâtwo kind, generous womenâwere thinking. But I loved Christine Vandeberg, and I had nothing to do with her death.â
âHow do you know any of this?â Kim asked Sally.
âHer lawyer called. He knew Iâd been consulting about my rights to challenge Iggyâs will. He wrote both willsâheâll be in deep doo-doo if I win. He said Christine added a codicil to her will, leaving me a few pieces of art. Trying to buy me off.â
A buy-off? That made no sense. The heirs would inherit on Christineâs death, and Sally had to be twenty yearsolder. In normal circumstances, Christine would have outlived her.
âI understand that Iggyâs art collection was quite valuable,â Kim said. âChristine may have been more generous to you than you realize.â
Sally waved a hand in dismissal, focusing instead on Nick. âWhere were you Saturday, Mr. Big Shot?â
âThat is none of your business.â I couldnât help myself.
âI donât mind telling you,â Nick said, voice steady, blue eyes unwavering. âWhere I am most days, out tracking wolves.â
âIâll come over for a statement when Iâm finished here.â Kim all but escorted Sally, still steaming, to the door.
Fresca barely waited till she was gone to share a piece of her mind. âYou know that is completely ridiculous. Sally and her daughter may have been Iggyâs only living relatives, but it was Christine who shopped for her, took her to the doctor, and in the end, sat by her side for hours. They were closer than blood.â
Nothing like a mother in full protective mode.
But Sally had dared to talk about the elephant in the room. What Iâd been about to say when Kim arrived. No matter what else happened, everyone would wonder about Nick. Such is the power of a sizable inheritance. Especially one out of the blue.
And small-town tongues love to wag.
The butcherâs wife arrived toting a cooler full of sausage and fresh beef, giving me a reason to keep busy while Kim interviewed Nick in my office. I heard his steps descend, cross the hall, and head down to his basement refuge. I steeled myself for the summons.
Kim sat in my chair and I tried not to fidget on the spare seat, a creaky piano stool. Her open notebook and digital recorder lay on my desk.
âWhy were you meeting at the church?â
âLast-minute prep. Making sure we had all the detailsin hand.â Step by step, Kim led me from the moment I parked in front of the church to the gruesome discovery.
âWhy call Nick?â
âAll the doors were locked, and I needed to find her spare key.â
âAnd where did he say he was?â
âUp in the Jewel Basin, checking his packs.â What heâd said then, and what heâd repeated to Sally this morning. Thatâs when I noticed an iPhone on the desk, in a slim silver case. Mine was in my blue leather tote bag. Kim kept hers in a sturdy black leather case, department issue.
That was Nickâs phone.
âReceptionâs kind of iffy up there,â she said, and my throat constricted. âYou pick up on