this morning that the coroner ruled Garthâs death a homicide! What the hell am I going to do if Chief Alvares thinks I had something to do with it? Heâll never leave me alone!â
Hayley followed the sound of his voice through a thicket of trees. She finally spotted Kenâa tall, distinguished-looking man, with graying temples, in a black waffle-knit ski jacket. He paced back and forth, with his Android phone jammed to his ear.
Hayley sidled up next to a very thick spruce tree, which hid her from his view. She crouched down and continued to eavesdrop on his conversation.
âYouâre my lawyer! I was hoping youâd tell me what to do!â Ken wailed before catching himself and lowering his voice. âWe both know I canât be implicated in this. It would ruin me!â
Hayley leaned forward into the spruce tree, moving some branches aside to get a closer look at Ken on the other side. He was rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.
âThis is bad, Ted. Really, really bad,â Ken moaned.
âHayley, did you hear a word I said? The Christmas skirts are all the way around back. Youâre not even warm over here.â
The voice startled Hayley and she lost her balance, falling into the tree, which tipped over and crashed to the ground just inches from Ken Massey, who spun around, alarmed.
âWhat the hell!â Ken cried.
The sight of Hayley lying in front of him on top of a fallen spruce tree suddenly clicked in Kenâs mind and his face soured. âTed, Iâm going to have to call you back. Bar Harborâs very own âMiss Marblesâ just showed up on the scene.â
Ken stuffed his phone in his coat pocket as Paul Applewood helped Hayley to her feet, brushing branches and twigs off her.
ââMiss Marple,ââ Hayley said quietly, turning to face Ken.
âWhat?â Ken asked, annoyed.
âItâs âMiss Marple.â You said âMarbles.ââ
âI donât give a damn, Hayley! And I donât appreciate you spying on me.â
âOh, she wasnât spying on you, Ken,â Paul Applewood said, trying to be helpful. âShe was just looking for a Christmas tree skirt and got turned around. With all of these trees, itâs like a forest hereââ
âStay out of this, Paul!â Ken screamed.
Paul Applewood reared back, stunned. He nodded and quickly shuffled off, mumbling, âI think I see some customers ready to pay for their tree.â
Ken stepped forward, with his dark eyes fixed on Hayley. âNow you listen to me. Iâve heard all of the stories about youâhow you poke your nose where it doesnât belong, how you chase after people asking questions and pointing fingers. Well, I wonât allow you to do that to me. You can tell that police chief brother-in-law of yours that I have nothing to say about Garth Rawlingsâs death because I donât know anything about it. Iâm as innocent as they comeâand if he thinks differently, he can talk to Rusty Wyatt.â
âRusty Wyatt? The paramedic?â
âYes. Rustyâs a good buddy of mine. We met up at the gym last Thursday around four P.M. and worked out for about three hours. Crunch training, cardio, and weight lifting. We were on a roll. But then, Rusty had to take off because he was on call. Got word there was a dead body found at the scene of a fire. If your own paper is to be believed, Garth Rawlings died between five and seven.â
âThat sounds about right.â
âWell, then. I was with Rusty right up to the moment he left the gym to meet his fellow paramedic at the scene with the ambulance. And he will be more than happy to back me up. And that, my dear, is what you call an airtight alibi.â
Hayley was inclined to believe him.
Except for the fact he was fidgety and flustered and his eyes shifted back and forth and the finger he was waving in her face was shaking
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