rest of our members are doing all the assembly. Our profit is nearly eighty-five percent on each doll. If we can just sell enough of them, we can stave off the Scrooge’s kicking us out for another two months.”
“You’re a marvel, Mab.”
“But as I said, Octavia, it’s only a stopgap measure. We need to find a substantial and consistent money-maker to meet the Scrooge’s ridiculous rent. Although, I must tell you, it galls me to think the money we’re working so hard to raise is all going to line that man’s pockets.”
“Yes, it galls me, too,” Octavia agreed.
“Have you thought of a way to stop him?”
“Let’s just say I’m working on it.”
“What is it, Octavia?”
“What’s what, Mab?”
“Ever since you arrived at my house this morning with your bags and a promise to stay awhile, you’ve been deliberately deflecting my every question about what you did yesterday, and you’ve been purposely vague about how you plan to attack this problem.”
“Have I?”
“Octavia, you’re only vague when you’re involved in something you don’t want me to know about. What is it? And why do you keep looking at your watch?”
Octavia refocused her eyes back on Mab’s face as she wrapped an arm around her grandmother’s shoulders.
“It’s just after nine. Let’s go see that engineering marvel of a greenhouse now.”
“You’re not going to tell me what you’re up to, are you.”
“You are a wise and perceptive lady.”
“And you are an exasperating one.”
Octavia chuckled.
“Oh, come on,” Mab said, her tone resigned. “The greenhouse is this way.”
They stepped out of the brightness of the center into a heavy, overcast day and made their way up a rise and along a graveled path to the large and lovely white-and-glass English-style conservatory that spread elegantly over an entire acre.
“Oh, that is marvelous,” Octavia said in appreciation at the classical, elegant lines of the structure. “When you said greenhouse, I was thinking utilitarian. But using the classic design of an English conservatory makes it absolutely charming.”
“Yes,” Mab agreed mechanically. Her head was turned and she obviously wasn’t listening to her granddaughter.
“What’s going on over there?” Mab asked finally, pointing to the adjacent property where a bulldozer lay idle as several workers stood looking down into a muddy pit.
Octavia leisurely turned in the direction of Mab’s pointing finger. Then her eyes swung immediately to the brand-new bronze Bentley with the license plate reading LAW MAN pulling up to the side of the curb. She smiled as she watched Brett Merlin get out of the driver’s side and Dole Scroogen exit the passenger door.
“The workers seem to have found something,” Mab said, her eyes still fixed on the construction crew.
“Have they? Well, why don’t we go see what it is?” Octavia suggested as she gently steered Mab into the direction of the workers and the pit.
* * *
BRETT SAW OCTAVIA the instant he swung out of the driver’s seat of his Bentley. She wore a turquoise suit with gold trim today, as classy and colorful as the lady herself. Her long flowing hair as before was unfettered, her heels as usual were high. Yet despite those high heels, she somehow seemed to glide across the soft earth toward the construction site.
Brett and Dole reached the construction workers as Octavia and her grandmother strolled up over the slight rise.
“Good morning,” Octavia said with a vivid graciousness that sprayed out like luminous paint over the canvas of the dull day. She was as stunning and self-composed as she had been in his hotel room the night before. Brett found himself instantly on guard. He returned her gracious greeting with a simple nod of the head.
He watched as the grubby workmen around the pit turned to stare at the beautifully groomed woman with the flame-red hair. They quickly got off their knees and onto their feet.
“Morning, ma’am,” they murmured.
Octavia continued to smile as she moved to the edge of the pit and looked over its side at the lone workman at its bottom.
“You seem to have found something there,” she said.
“I don’t appreciate being called and told to drop everything to come out here, George,” Scroogen shouted before the man had a chance to answer Octavia. “What’s going on?”
The stocky, black-haired man in the pit lost the smile he had flashed at Octavia the moment he turned to face Scroogen. “We found this.”
He pointed to a large black stone sticking up out of the pit.
“Well, what is it?” Dole asked.
“It looks like something’s been carved on that stone,” Octavia said, peering down. “You don’t suppose it’s early native American handiwork, do you?”
“I believe it is,” the foreman said, his black eyes glowing above his high cheekbones.
“How would you know?” Scroogen challenged.
“I am Suquamish, the tribe of Chief Sealth for whom Seattle was named. My people hunted and fished this land long before the white man came.”
“So you found this beautiful and important symbol of early native American culture right here?” Octavia asked, the awe clearly in her voice.
“The rain last night must have washed some of the covering dirt away,” the foreman explained. “We only realized it was buried here when we arrived this morning and the jaws of the bulldozer started to lift it out of the mud. I withdrew the machinery immediately when I saw the carving.”
Brett moved around Scroogen to get a better look at the gray scars on the dark stone that stuck out of the mud. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a dozen or so seniors emerging from the community center and heading in the direction of the pit. He felt distinctly uneasy with this find and the crowd gathering to view it. And with the less-than-languid smile that played around Octavia’s lips.
“This place has nothing to do with Indians,” Scroogen protested, irritation making his tone even whinier than usual. “This was all farmland before those rinky-dink houses were put up after World War II.”
“Their foundations did not go very deep, Mr. Scroogen,” George said. “We have had to dig far deeper to accommodate the foundation for the condominium and underground parking structure. It is at this greater depth that this carved stone has been uncovered.”
The curious seniors arrived then and crowded behind Octavia and Mab Osborne, asking what was going on and trying to get a better look.
