know about, that nobody is supposed to know about, but Harry found out. And itâs damaged; someone broke some windows.â
Connor asked, âIs it possible that Harry broke the windows?â
Chaz drew breath in through his teeth. âI hadnât thought of that! But no. I think she was so damn angryâsurprised into angerâbecause he found out about this secret property.â
Betsy frowned. âWhat kind of property could she own that she wanted kept secret?â
Chaz shrugged. âBeats me.â
âDid he say where this property was? In the Twin Cities area?â
âNo.â Chaz shrugged. âBut . . . I got the feeling it was out somewhere, maybe up north. Vacation property, maybe. Up at the lake.â
Connor said, âWhich lake?â
Betsy said, âIn Minnesota, everyone who owns a cabin on one of our ten thousand lakes calls it âthe lake.â As in, âWeâre going up to the lake this weekend.â The lake is never mentioned by name. Maybe to discourage drop-in visitors whoâd want a free stay.â
Connor laughed. âVery clever.â
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Row
,â came a sound that could have been from a cat, except it was deep.
Chaz, looked around, startled, then saw the owner of the second cat bed, a Siamese, emerging from a back room. So it had been a catâs voice, after all. The cat, whose âpointsââface, ears, legs, tailâwere very dark, came to stand in front of Chaz. â
Arow
,â it said again, more of a statement than an inquiry.
âThatâs Thai,â said Betsy. âWith a T-H. If you want to pet him, hold out your hand. Heâll come and sniff your fingers, which is permission to stroke the top of his head.â
âHuh,â said Chaz, but he leaned forward experimentally, arm extended, fingers out.
The cat came near, lifted his small head, and sniffed, then presented his forehead. Chaz obediently stroked it a few times. The cat, satisfied, walked away toward the kitchen.
âWhat would have happened if I hadnât held out my hand?â Chaz wondered aloud.
Connor said, âHe would have walked awayâbut a few minutes later he would have landed on your shoulders from behind the couch, just to see how high youâd jump and how loud youâd shout. He has a wicked sense of humor.â
Chaz laughed. âI guess I should be grateful itâs not that other cat who has a sense of humor.â
âIndeed,â said Connor, also laughing. âShe currently weighs twenty pounds.â He glanced at Betsy and said, âMay I ask Chaz something?â
âOf course,â Betsy said, looking a little surprised.
He turned back to Chaz. âThis may seem like an odd question, but when you heard that Maddy had been murdered, whose name immediately jumped into your mind as the possible murderer?â
He said at once, âHarry Whiteside,â then raised both hands, his gesture of frustration. âBut of course he was already dead. Someone murdered him before he could murder her.â
âWhy did you think of Mr. Whiteside?â asked Betsy.
âMostly because of that Water Street property. I remember he said, âAt least I made you pay more than you wanted, maybe more than itâs worth.â Which might be true, I think he could have afforded the higher price better than she could. Still, he backed down first.â
Betsy said, âSo did Joe Mickels. Did you think of him, too, as a possible murderer?â
âNo, not right away. He and Maddy had no relationship I knew of until this Water Street thing, but . . .â
âBut what, Chaz?â
âWell, Iâm sure Maddy was stretching herself pretty thin on this Water Street property. She had taken out mortgages on some of her buildings so she could keep up with the bidding, and she was angry about that. And that last confrontation, that
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