wouldnât be too cold for Gram. Sheâd be out thereâif she were still alive.
Okay. So, if she had been killed, it would have happened right around this place.
My cell phone trilled. It was Neek. The connection here was good and her familiar, calming voice came through clearly.
âCress, I donât think Iâm going to be able to save that ficus. Have you ever watered it, even once?â
Ficus. Oh yes. That stupid plant Len had given me.
âMaybe not. I donât like it much. Pitch it if you want.â I hated to kill living things, but this was one more reminder of Len.
âWhere are you? Whatcha doing?â
âWell, for starters, I havenât thrown up yet.â
âHuh?â
âI feel lousy today, Neek. But right now Iâm standing, well, Iâm standing where Gramâs killer must have stood.â
âWhat!? What on earth are you talking about?â
âOh, Neek, Iâm more and more sure she was killed.â
âAnd why are you in the place where she died?â
I told her how I had taken Gramâs boat and just ended up there. âI vaguely remember walking around this lake with Gram when I was very young. Grace complained about the footpath that leads over here. She said it wasnât being kept up. I can see the path from here. And itâs weedy, all right.â
My dim memory focused slightly. My mother and father were leaving on yet another road tour, this one for four months. I was four years old, and Mom made me put up four fingers, thinking a time period of four months would make sense to a child that young.
The way I remembered it, I cried for days after they left. It may have only been hours, though, or minutes. The vivid part of the memory, surfacing now, was Gram scooping me up and driving me to this lake. We had walked on the footpath, the one I could see from the shore. I donât know if we made it all the way around the lake or not, but the memory of holding Gramâs hand and the thrill of being in what I saw as wild woods was clear.
âCressa, why did you go ashore?â
âIâm not sure. I want to see it again. The place Gram died. And⦠think about it: if someone stood here, waiting for her to swim over, letâs see⦠Would she have gotten out of the water, or would she have turned around and swam back?â
âWell,â Neek said. I could hear sitar music behind her. In addition to herbs and plants, she loved all things Eastern. âIâm thinking. Why would she get out of the water?â
âYouâre right. She wouldnât. Unless someone she knew needed her to. But why would they? Itâs not all that easy to climb up here in broad daylight and it was night. Itâs shallow here. So she stands in the water and, if she turns around to go back, she could be surprised from behind. From where I am.â
âHow did the killer get there?â
âThe path is probably not totally impassible. Iâll have to try it. And if Graceâs killer is the same person as Gramâs killer, they wouldâve stood in the same place.â
âGraceâs killer?â
âOh, I havenât told you.â I sagged against a tree trunk. âGrace was killed last night, just like Gram, in the same placeâright here.â
âThatâs the lady that was so nice to you? Your grandmotherâs friend?â
âYes, she and her husband have been super.â
âI hope, at least, you didnât find⦠I mean, I hope someone else found ⦠They didnât did they?â
How did she always know? âNo, no one else did. Iâm the one who found her. Just like Gram.â
âOh, Cressa,â she wailed. âI wish I had more days off. I wish I were there. I really do. This must be so hard for you.â
âWell, itâs not easy. But youâre here on the phone with me. Thatâs almost as good. Help me with this, Neek.
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