you came here to tell me?â
âOne more thing. I overheard a conversation between Lillian and Granddad. He doesnât know I eavesdropped. Please donât give me away.â She told the chief about Granddadâs plan to confront Scott and get Nedâs money back. âScott got sick before anyone could accuse him of swindling. His death makes it less likely that Granddad can help his friend recover the money.â
The chief pointed the stem of his pipe at her. âYour granddaddy had no reason to want Scott dead. Is that your point?â
âYes, but Lillian might have had a reason. She certainly had the opportunity to poison his chowder. When she took the bowls from the kitchen to the dining room, she walked through the butlerâs pantry. If she tampered with a chowder bowl there, no one would have seen her do it.â
The chief drew on his pipe. âDid she set a bowl in front of Scott?â
âShe claimed she put the bowls on the table and asked people to pass them. Iâd want confirmation of that from other people at the table before I accepted it. You might also want to check on the mystery man, Omar.â
âWhoever handles the investigation will check on everybody who was there.â
Val sat upright. âWhoever handles the investigation? Arenât you going toâ?â
âI have to step back. Iâve known your granddaddy since I was a boy. He was like a father to me after my own daddy died. If the autopsy results suggest a crime may have occurred at his house, I gotta pass this to someone else.â
The Bayport Police Department dealt mostly with traffic and safety issues. No one besides the chief had experience as an investigator. âWhoâll handle the case?â Val tensed, fearing bad news.
âIâll turn it over to the sheriffâs office.â
âOh no. Not Holtzman.â The image of the detective with the shaved head and the sneering face sprang into her mind. âPlease tell me it wonât be him.â
âHeâs the top investigator in the sheriffâs department.â
And Valâs nemesis. âHe was so nasty to me during the last murder case that I complained to his boss about him. Do you think he knows about my complaint?â
The chief chewed on his pipe. âIf he knows youâre the complaining type, he may treat you better.â
Or worse. âHeâll probably handcuff Granddad and me, and lock us both up.â
âIf he does, Iâll get your granddaddy out. You, I might leave there, so you donât try to solve a murder on your own like last time.â
âI wasnât trying to solve a murder on my own then, and I donât intend to do that now. If I find out anything, Iâll report it.â Reporting what she found out didnât guarantee the obnoxious sheriffâs deputy would listen to her. Holtzman had come to all the wrong conclusions about the other murder. He would do that again, unless heâd had a brain transplant in the last month.
She stood up, thanked the chief for his time, and hurried to her car. As she waited to make a left turn from the police station parking area onto the road, a man trained a huge camera on her. Junie May was with him and hailed her, waving a microphone. Val didnât want to answer questions about her visit to police headquarters at all, much less on camera. She smiled, waved at Junie May, and pulled out onto the road.
Val drove back to the café. Customers sat eating at four of the bistro tables. Not a bad crowd.
Bethany took off her apron. âIâll come back for you at closing time, but you have to be ready to leave at exactly two. The pet-a-pet session at the Village starts at two-thirty.â
âIâll be ready.â
Usually Val stayed around for an hour longer, preparing what sheâd need for the following dayâs breakfasts, but with business slow, she should have enough time to do the