The foliage doesnât look too dense to walk through, but it would make a good screen, especially at night.â Treading with care, I searched the ground for anything telltale; I found nothing but sticks and leaves. âMaybe thereâs something that could tell us who was here. A footprint or something.â
âBut itâs part of the club, right? If you did find a footprint here, what would that prove?â
She had a point. Lots of people had a right to walk around here. I slumped against the trunk of the oak and slid down to the damp ground, heedless of my jeans.
âOkay, youâre right again,â I admitted. âThere wouldnât be any evidence here.â I sighed into the cell phone. âSo, you called to ask me about the ficus?â She wouldnât have called about a plant.
âNot exactly. I hate to bring this up,â Neek said, âbut you told me to get the messages off your answering machine.â
âYes?â I straightened up against the tree trunk. I hoped Len hadnât left any.
âSomebody named, uh, TRIGG-vee called. He sounded nasty. He said he and his brother were going to take you to court.â
I groaned. âOh damn.â
âWhatâs he talking about?â
âGram left her cabin to me. My cousins must think thereâs a lot of money to fight over because theyâre contesting the will. Gramâs lawyer says they wonât win.â
âOh, Cressa, what a nuisance. And on top of everything else.â
âYeah. Theyâre not my favorite people.â
We said goodbye, then I saw it. A shiny metal something sticking out of the wet leaves. I lifted a soggy layer of vegetation and discovered a pair of silver-rimmed bifocals.
I heard, in my mindâs ear, Graceâs progress the last time Iâd seen her out my front window, her dark form heading for the swimming area, a large towel draped over her arm, her flip-flops going twup , twup as she went, and the silhouette of her glassesâher silver bifocalsâperched on her nose. But how did they get here?
I retrieved my bag from the boat and, being careful not to put my fingers on the lensesâwho knows, they might carry fingerprintsânudged them into the bag with a twig.
Could I have actually found evidence? Excitement vibrated inside me. I had to show these to Al.
I set the bag down with more care, climbed in, rowed back to the cove as fast as I could, and headed for the dock. I glanced over my shoulder and thought I was lined up, but the next time I looked, the boat had drifted sideways. I tried it again. Missed again. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
I didnât need any more last straws. I slammed the oars into the water, but that didnât help anything.
Okay, take a deep, cleansing breath. I should be analytical about this. Maybe landing a boat is like working on a compositionâthe ending is the hard part. I stopped for a moment, drew a steady breath, and re-aimed.
I hummed Richard Straussâs Thus Spake Zarathustra , the piece that was used for the opening of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey , for inspiration. I hummed it aloud and I guess it worked, because at last my craft bumped against the big wooden post. I threw the rope to loop around it, grabbed the dock and pulled the boat over, then hopped out.
After the boat was secured, I dashed up the stairs to take my findings to Alâs place. He was bound to be back home from his fishing expedition.
âKisha, Kisha, canât get me!â shrieked a high, light voice. Others answered with shrieking laughter.
Curious to see what the commotion was, I slowed. Three children ran across Eveâs yard playing tag, and two more stood near her cabin door.
âEverythingâs ready,â Eve called from inside. âCome on in, kids.â
They all piled onto the stoop and crowded through the door. Their small, piping voices continued from inside
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