SCREWED DOWN MURDER (Mrs. Fix It Mysteries Book 2) (8 page)

Chapter Eight

Kate’s next stop was the accountant for the trucking company. With the late lunch, she didn’t need dinner for a while, so she had time. It wasn’t five yet. She figured she had at least a half an hour before the guy would want to go home.

His office was in the only office complex in Rock Ridge. Three buildings made up the sides of a triangle. In the middle of them was a courtyard with plants and benches. Parking was behind one of the buildings. On a snowy day, some of the employees would have a long walk.

Kate appreciated that today was a good day to have that walk. The buildings were made out of stone and had been built a decade ago. Someone was keeping them up because they didn’t look that old.

She looked at the directory in Building A and found Eric Swan’s office number. His office occupied a little spot on the third floor, just outside the elevator. She strode through the door with his name on it only to find an empty office.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

A round man with jet black hair and bushy eyebrows looked out the door to an inner office at her.

“I’m looking for Mr. Swan.”

“You’ve found him.”

He smiled then held out a beefy hand to her. He reminded her of a gummy bear.

“I’m Kate Flaherty. Jessica Stuart might have mentioned I would come by.”

“She did. Come in.”

He waddled back behind his desk as she sat on a butter leather chair she never would have expected to find in this office. Guess he spent his money on certain things and not others. Right in the middle of his desk was a jar of gummy bears.

He must have seen her eyeing it. “You want some?”

“No, thanks. I’m still full from lunch.”

He folded his hands on his desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Did Jessica tell you what I wanted?”

“All she said was to give you what you asked for.”

“I just wanted to see the audit you did of Stuart Trucking Company.”

“I’m not done yet, but from my preliminary perusal, nothing is wrong. Nothing is out of place.”

“Do you do these types of audits often?”

“Yes. I am a forensic accountant. I’m trained to look at books to see if there are any problems. Nothing jumped out at me my first time through. No one is that good at hiding wrongdoing, trust me. I don’t expect to find anything out of order.”

Kate frowned. Guess that was not where Dudley’s murderer came from. Would Jessica let her look at their personal finances? Did Dudley have separate accounts? He didn’t have a lot of power as mayor, so she doubted that he could have made enemies that way.

Unless the rumor of him playing favorites was true.

“Well, thank you for your time,” Kate said.

“No other questions?”

“Not unless you can shed any light on who might have wanted him dead.”

“No, sorry. I just work with numbers,” he said. “I didn’t get involved in what Dudley did day to day.”

She received a call as she arrived at her truck. Celia?

“Hello.”

“Hi, Kate. Just wanted to let you know that you can fix those shelves in the mayor’s office. It has been cleared,” Celia said.

“Oh, thanks. Who do I bill?”

“Jessica said she’d pick up the tab. Guess she has money to throw around.”

“Can I come over now?”

“Yes, but I’ll be leaving for the day. I think there will be someone here.”

She still had the supplies to fix it in her truck, so she could get this job done then call it a day. A long day, but a day.

Celia wasn’t there when Kate arrived, but Joe Swenson was. He was the head of the town’s financial department.

“Hi, Kate. Let me move to Celia’s desk then you can fix these shelves. You going to the viewing tonight?”

“I’m going to try. If not, I’ll get there tomorrow while I’m out and about,” Kate said.

He left her alone to fix the shelves. He had books in his hands and a laptop. The computer from Dudley’s desk had already been removed. Not that Kate planned to snoop, but she might have.

She didn’t know what to look for anyway. She fixed the shelves and was about to leave when she heard Eric on the phone.

“I have bad news. I’ve only pulled the last three contracts awarded and their bids.”

Silence.

“Yes, Dudley kept it all. Doesn’t seem smart in light of what he did.”

Kate eased closer.

“No, he didn’t award the contract to the lowest bidder. I can’t tell why he awarded the contract to whom he did. Maybe we need to look into who financed his mayoral campaign.”

Campaign? He ran unopposed. Kate didn’t think that was the avenue to follow. Could they subpoena his personal financial records? Kate would love to get a look at them before the cops did.

She also wished she could see who didn’t get the last contracts. Dudley’s murderer might be among those people.

“I don’t know if we can get a warrant or not,” Eric said. “Still, I’m going to turn these over to the cops. They need to know he was doing this.”

Eric was thinking the way she was. Maybe Scott would take care of it. Maybe Dudley’s killer would be exposed without her intervening.

If there are irregularities in what the mayor did, what did that mean for the contracts awarded? What a mess the man had left.

Kate cleared her throat then walked out of the mayor’s inner office with her tools. “I’m done,” she said to Eric.

On her way to her truck, Kate encountered Beth. The girl looked harried.

“Hey.”

Beth looked at her. “Hey.”

“I might have a scoop for you.”

“Yeah?”

“There are rumors that the mayor didn’t award the last few contracts for the town to the lowest bidder. He may have played favorites.”

Kate would have thought that Beth would brighten up, but she still looked glum.

“It doesn’t matter now. He’s dead. He can’t fix it. He can’t change it and neither can the town council.”

“Right, true, but it might lead to his murderer.”

Still, the young woman had no reaction. “I don’t think I can pursue that. I have other assignments.”

Other assignments? Wasn’t the death of the mayor a big story? Kate left Beth to her wallowing and loaded her tools back into her truck.

She sent a text to Scott.
Where are you?

Miss me already?

No, I wanted to talk to you about something.

I’m getting ready to go to the viewing. You want to come with me?

I need a half an hour or so to get ready.

I’ll see you then
, he texted.

She had to hurry home then hurry through her shower. Scott was on her doorstep early, of course.

“Did you eat?”

“No, I’m still full from lunch.”

“Then let’s catch a bite afterwards,” he said.

“We’ll see.”

She probably shouldn’t be going to the viewing with him, but she hated wakes and didn’t want to go alone.

“At least it wasn’t a no.”

***

The Rock Ridge Funeral Home was packed. Scott had to drop Kate off at the front door then find a spot to park. She waited for him in the entryway. He walked in and everyone turned to look at him. He had that type of presence. Not even noticing what had happened, he walked over to her, taking her elbow.

“Shall we get in line?”

“Sure.”

Anyone who was anyone in Rock Ridge was in the funeral home right now. There were people Kate hadn’t seen in years.

“Guess Dudley was well-liked,” Scott said.

“He did run unopposed four times,” Kate said.

She looked at all the people. She’d bet the murderer was here.

“Do you have cops watching the place?”

“Yes, I borrowed some state troopers so that visitors wouldn’t know them.”

“What are they looking for?”

“Just any suspicious behavior. It’s more a gut instinct,” Scott said. “We don’t arrest anyone based on that, but it may give us a suspect.”

“I see.” Kate wasn’t sure anymore if she could trust her own gut feelings. “I talked to Larry today.”

“So how is my, ahem, rival for your affections?”

“Don’t be cocky.”

He put on an innocent face, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. “Who? Me?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “He said he heard a female talking to Dudley before the power went out.”

“I know. That’s why we initially thought it was Jessica. I’d seen them arguing, so her following him to his office to keep arguing made sense. Clearly she hadn’t.”

“Hmm. Do you think that female is your murderer?”

“At the very least, we have to talk to her because she may have seen something, but we don’t want to let on that we know about her in case she is the murderer.”

“So you are only looking at females?”

“No, but mostly.”

“Was Dudley having an affair?” Kate said.

“Not that we know of. Jessica didn’t seem to think so. Think about Dudley. He landed Jessica. Even if he was frumpy and not that attractive, he could fancy himself more attractive and want to get someone hotter than his wife.”

“Not always hotter. Some men cheat with anyone,” Kate said.

“You know from experience?”

“No, sorry. My past dating history isn’t that interesting or depressing,” she said. “I have Carly’s history to go by.”

“Sad. She’s a nice girl.”

“How much time have you spent with her?”

“Jealous?”

“No. Just asking.”

The line snaked out into the hallway and back around. Kate was going to be hungry by the time they left here. She might take Scott up on his offer, after all.

“Did Jessica tell you that she had an audit done on Dudley’s trucking company? She didn’t want him to be able to hide anything when she filed for divorce.”

“Bet that didn’t go over well with Dudley.”

“He did like to keep her in the dark. She was making the right decision to divorce him.”

“Ironic,” Scott said.

“What?”

“That you feel that way, yet you won’t do that to Greg.”

She couldn’t speak for a moment. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind. Ever. Why hadn’t it? Was she playing the victim?

She didn’t want to be, but until a few months ago, she had still loved her husband. Now she wasn’t so sure.

“I guess I’m not there yet, and Jessica is a stronger woman than I am.”

Kate turned away from him. She wasn’t mad at him. She was questioning her own actions. Should she have done something before now? Would that help her kids to have closure?

Scott leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry.”

She turned back to him. “I’m not mad. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Still. I upset you.”

“I upset myself.”

Finally they arrived at the closed casket of Dudley Stuart. Kate had admired the pictures of him along the way. Jessica was acting as the grieving widow, but Kate didn’t judge her. Many people didn’t know that she’d filed for divorce.

Dudley’s relatives probably had no idea.

She gave Jessica a hug when she reached her. “You holding up?”

“I am. I’ll be happy when it is all over. All of it. Including catching Dudley’s murderer. No matter what I felt or didn’t feel for him, he didn’t deserve to die alone,” Jessica said.

Kate didn’t know what to say to that. Jessica had already moved on from her marriage before Dudley was killed. Kate wondered what that would feel like.

“I’m sorry, Jessica.”

“Thank you for coming,” Jessica said.

Kate waited in the hallway for Scott. He came out a few minutes later.

“She is a strong woman,” Kate said.

“She has a good man with her, even if he can’t be here,” Scott said.

Kate read something else in his statement. Was he saying that she had a good man too?

“I’ll get the car.”

She waited outside. She saw what she thought was Beth’s car. Looking around, she crossed the lot to get a closer look. The dent was still there. The green car had flecks of metal in it. Guess she couldn’t afford to get it fixed yet.

Why metal flecks? It seemed odd, but Kate had no idea why. She’d backed into something. Pretty hard, given the dent.

Kate eyed it before looking up to see Scott driving into the lot. She flagged him down, then climbed in.

“You shopping for a new car?”

“No, just looking at that green car. It’s Beth’s and she still has the dent in it.”

“So?”

“She was getting an estimate for the dent and I wanted to see if the work had been done on it. I have a few spots on my truck that I’d like to take care of. They aren’t priority, but if Bob does a good job, then I’ll use him.”

“Okay. Let’s grab a bite.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m tired. Let’s go to my place. I’ll fix something.”

“Let’s stop for pizza then. That way you don’t have to cook,” he said.

“You are sweet.”

“Remember that,” Scott said.

“Nothing is going to happen until I’m ready, Scott, and I’m not ready.”

“I know, Katydid. I know. I just wish I could find out what happened to that husband of yours so you can be mine.”

“You’re expending a lot of effort for me. What if I’m a letdown?”

“Oh, I doubt that. I’ve seen you naked.”

She laughed. “About thirty pounds and two kids ago.”

“Doesn’t matter. It will look the same to me.”

As Scott drove her home, Kate realized that all the poles on Main Street were wooden. Not metal.

“Let’s go to my place and get that pizza delivered. I don’t want to stop. I just want to get out of these shoes.”

“Okay. I’m in. You have some beer?”

“I do. In the fridge even.”

He smiled at her and she liked that smile. More than she should.

Chapter Nine

Kate woke refreshed after having spent the evening with Scott. She did enjoy his company, and she had to admit that it was nice having a man in the house again.

Today was about getting the estimate to Jessica, but first Kate had to pick up a book she’d reserved at the library.

The book was so she could learn some more repair techniques and expand her business. She was never too old to learn new tricks.