the small office behind us.
âGood idea. Iâll reheat your coffee and bring it in to you. Then youâll be able to concentrate.â And for a little while sheâd be able to mourn one of her favorite students in private.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
It was a very little while. As I pulled the door shut after taking Ardis the reheated coffee, Geneva swirled out of the officeâthrough the doorâand stopped in front of me.
âThere are tears running down her face,â she said.
âI know. Sheâll be okay, though.â
âWhat did you say to make my great-great-niece cry like that?â She crossed her arms and leaned in close.
âIt wasnât anything I said. If you were in there, didnât you hearââ
âI was just passing through.â She turned away with a flap of her hand and went to sit on the sales counter. âPassing through is one of the perks for those who have passed on. I would not have paid the least attention to her, except that I am so sensitive to tears and sadness.â
âBut you didnât want to ask her whatâs wrong? Or offer comfort?â
âI am too sensitive for my own good and did not want to risk being responsible for more misery.â She kicked her heels a time or two. âWhat is her caterwauling all about?â
âI donât hear caterwauling. I think sheâs being dignified in her grief.â
âGrief?â
âDidnât you hear? You were popping in and out all morning.â
âPerks of being a ghost. I was feeling perky.â
âGeneva, Ardis is upset because Hugh McPhee died last night. Thatâs why Deputy Dunbar was here.â
âKilt?
âKilled, yes.â
âNo.
Kilt.
Are you talking about the man in the kilt? Was he the man Ardis was fawning over? With the bald spot, the scar, and bagpipes?â
âYes. Why?â
âArgyle and I saw him last night before the hellish noise began and we had to take cover.â
âWhere did you see him?â
âAlthough, come to think of it,â she said, âfrom the way Argyle sprang straight into the air, it is possible he was napping when the noise began. If that is the case, then he will not have seen anything more than one of his lives passing before his eyes like a comet. Poor dear. How many lives do you suppose he has to spare?â
âGeneva, where did
you
see Hugh?â
âThe more interesting question would be with whom.â
Chapter 8
âY ou know who it was? Oh my gosh.â I couldnât believe the luckâGeneva had been looking out the window at just the right time to see someone with Hughâto see the murderer? âWho was it?â
âThat is the stumper.â
âYou didnât recognize him?â
âOr her. Between trousers and kilts, the fashion world was topsy-turvy last night.â
âBut can you describe the person? How tall? Or how tall compared to Hugh? The hair? Anything?â
âIt would be helpful if I could.â Her shoulders rose and fell on a moan. âI am a terrible detective. I know that is what you are thinking.â
âNo, Iâm not. And donât be hard on yourself. Thereâs no way you couldâve known weâd need to know anything about that person.â
âBut the best detectives are always on duty. My skills have deteriorated and I am no longer among their ranks.â She paused. âPerhaps if I were allowed to refresh my memory by watching classic how-to documentariessuch as
Cagney & Lacey
, my skill level would rebound. I could pick up tips to share with you, so that we can work better together as a detective duo. I might pick up hints for engaging in buddy-type banter. Also, any of the
Law & Order
oeuvre would be helpful for our ensemble work with the posse.â
The posse she referred to was the small group of TGIF members with whose help weâd solved several crimes.