woman who had secrets going back decades.
âOh, everyone has secrets. Like the person who killed Hank Brevard.â
âM-m-m, there is that. Well, Iâm off to a Piedmont Environmental Council meeting. Happy Valentineâs Day.â
âYou, too, Mumsy.â Little Mim smiled entirely too much.
As she drove off, Big Mim entered the post office just as Dr. Buxton pulled into the parking space vacated by her daughter. At that moment her irritation with her daughter took over the more pressing gossip of the day.
âGirls,â Mim addressed them, âI suppose youâve heard of Marilynâs crackbrained plan to oppose her father.â
âYes,â came the reply.
âNot so crackbrained,â
Pewter sassed.
Bruce walked in behind her, nodded hello to everyone, opened his box, and almost made it out the door before Miranda remembered his package. âDr. Buxton, wait a minute. Iâve got a Jiffy bag for you.â
âThanks.â He joined Mim at the divider.
She placed her elbows on the divider. âBruce, whatâs going on at the hospital? The whole episode is shocking.â
âI donât know. He wasnât the most pleasant guy in the world but I donât think that leads to murder. If it did a lot more of us would be dead.â He looked Big Mim right in the eye.
âWas that your attempt at being subtle?â She bridled when people didnât properly defer to her.
âNo. Iâm not subtle. Iâm from Missouri, remember?â
âTwo points.â
Murphy jumped onto the divider, Pewter followed.
âLet me out,â
Tucker asked Harry, because she wanted to be right out there with Bruce and Mim.
âCrybaby.â Harry opened the swinging door and the corgi padded out to the public section.
âYou and Truman.â Mim rapped the countertop with her long fingernails.
âHere we go.â Miranda slid the bag across the counter.
âAh.â He squeezed the bag, examined the return address, which was his office at the hospital. âHuh,â he said to himself but out loud. He flicked up the flat red tab with his fingernail, pulling it to open the top. He shook the bag and a large bloody scalpel fell out. âWhat the hell!â
11
Coop placed the scalpel in a plastic bag. Rick turned his attention to Dr. Bruce Buxton, not in a good mood.
âAny ideas?â
âNo.â Bruceâs lower jaw jutted out as he answered the sheriff.
âOh, come on now, Doc. Youâve got enemies. Weâve all got enemies. Someoneâs pointing the finger at you and saying, âHeâs the killer and hereâs the evidence.ââ
Bruce, a good four inches taller than Rick, squared his shoulders. âI told you, I donât know anyone who would do something like this and no, I didnât kill Hank Brevard.â
âWonder how many patients heâs lost on the table?â
Pewter, ever the cynic, said.
âHe probably lost more due to bedside manner than incompetence,â
Mrs. Murphy shrewdly noted.
âHeâs not scared. I can smell fear and heâs not giving off the scent.â
Tucker sniffed at Bruceâs pants leg.
âYou donât have to stop. You can still sort the mail. But first tell me where you saw the bag,â the sheriff asked Harry, Miranda, and Susan, now stuck because she had dropped in to help. He had interviewed Mim first so that she could leave.
âI saw it first,â
Tucker announced.
âYou did not. I did,â
Pewter contradicted the bright-eyed dog.
âThey donât care. If you gave these humans a week they wouldnât understand that we first noticed something peculiar.â
Murphy flopped on her side on the shelf between the upper and lower brass mailboxes.
âI saw the bag.â Harry, feeling a chill, rolled up her turtleneck, which she had folded down originally. âActually, Mrs. Murphy sniffed it out.