you going to do it?” she pressed.
“Maybe.” It sounded like good advice, and at this point, he was willing to try just about anything—especially if he could hold on to his pride at the same time.
Peggy shoved the cookie plate in his direction and Jack took the last one. “I hope you do it,” she told him.
Peggy had certainly given him something to think about, but now he was anxious to turn the subject away from Olivia. “I happened to run into Roy McAfee the other day,” Jack said. The retired Seattle police detective had put out his shingle as a private investigator shortly after he’d moved to Cedar Cove. Jack knew that Roy had talked to Bob and Peggy extensively about the John Doe who’d checked into their B and B—and never checked out. The medical examiner still hadn’t determined the cause of death.
“Is Roy still working on our big mystery?” Peggy asked, her eyes troubled.
“He didn’t mention anything, but I doubt it.”
Peggy became quiet and thoughtful. “I wish he would,” she finally said.
“Investigate your John Doe?” Jack prodded.
“It’s almost as if…as if he landed here from another planet.”
“You think Roy might be able to find out something the police can’t?” he asked.
“I…I don’t know.” She shifted in her seat and suddenly seemed uncomfortable. “It’s just that…” Again she hesitated.
“What?”
“It’s Bob. That night, he casually said there was something familiar about our guest. But with the way he arrived, so late and without a reservation, Bob couldn’t put his finger on it. I think there might be more to this than meets the eye.”
Bob and Jack were close. He knew Bob had scoured his brain looking for a connection and been unable to come up with one.
“I’ve been married to Bob for over thirty years…” Peggy’s voice dropped to a whisper. She darted a glance at him. “Did he ever tell you about his nightmares?”
He hadn’t. “We all have bad dreams at one time or another.” Jack hadn’t gone to Vietnam himself, but he knew plenty of men who had. Nightmares weren’t uncommon for a man who’d been to war.
“Twice now…” She sighed. “Sometimes, through the years, Bob’s sleepwalked.”
Jack leaned forward. “Surely you don’t think he had anything to do with your guest’s death?”
“Oh, no.” Her eyes widened in horror. “It’s impossible! The bedroom door was locked from the inside.”
But Jack knew they had a key, so that wasn’t a viable excuse.
“And there wasn’t a scratch on him.”
Jack nodded. That was true.
“Besides, you know Bob. He can barely swat a fly. It just isn’t in him to purposely hurt anyone or anything.”
Peggy was right. “Then why do you want Bob to talk to a private investigator?”
“I just want Bob to talk, I guess. It doesn’t matter to whom. After I saw how upset he was over Dan’s death, coupled with the recurring nightmares—well, I just think it would do him good to get it off his chest. He’s always so afraid that he might start walking in his sleep again.”
Jack could appreciate her concern. “Do you want me to say anything to him?”
She shook her head. “It might do more harm than good. If he thinks I’ve been talking about him—even with you—he’d just get upset.”
Jack noticed the way she clenched and unclenched her hands, and he realized that Peggy was afraid. Even though she’d denied it, she was afraid her husband might have had something to do with the stranger’s death.
Was that possible? Could Bob be involved?
Five
Sunday afternoon, the day Katie turned one month old, Maryellen paced the living room floor, holding her daughter against her chest. The doorbell chimed and she froze. Jon had come for Katie, to take her home for the night. This was the first time since she’d been born that Maryellen had to surrender her to Jon. Until today, he’d visited almost daily, usually staying only an awkward few minutes. Now he’d be taking her on his rotation days off, returning the next afternoon. Already she knew that abiding by their agreement wasn’t going to be easy.
Reluctantly, she set Katie back in her bassinet and opened the front door. Jon stood on the other side of the screen, dressed casually in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. His long dark hair was pulled away from his face and tied in a ponytail.
“Hi,” he said. “You look great—both of you.”
“Jon.” Despite her resolve not to be emotional, her voice trembled.
If he noticed her distress, he ignored it. “Is Katie ready?”
Maryellen swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. She held the door open for him. “I’ve packed everything you’ll need.” She reached for the diaper bag and pulled out a container of breast milk she’d pumped and several empty bottles. “She only takes about three ounces, sometimes four, at a time. You’ll probably have to get up twice during the night, and she isn’t all that accustomed to the bottle, so I don’t know how she’ll do.” She swallowed again, trying to hide her reservations. “You will hear her if she cries, won’t you?”
“I’m a light sleeper.”
That wasn’t the way Maryellen remembered it. On their one night together she’d managed to gather her clothes and sneak halfway down the stairs before he noticed she was gone.
“I put three extra outfits in her diaper bag in case she needs a change—and extra diapers, too.”
“All right.” He walked over to the bassinet, which she’d brought into the living room this morning. “Hey, I didn’t know they still had these.”
“It was mine,” Maryellen told him. “Mom saved it and then gave it to Kelly when she had Tyler. Kelly passed it along to me for Katie.”
Jon smiled down at his daughter; the infant seemed to smile back and started moving both arms. Jon placed his hand over her tiny stomach.
“She likes her yellow blanket best….” Maryellen said. “My mom knit it for her and I think she sleeps better with it.” She was rambling, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I’ll be sure the blanket is always with her.”
“You’ll need a car seat. State law demands that—”
“I already have one.”
Not once had his gaze wavered from their daughter, and Maryellen saw him make silly faces at her. The tenderness in his eyes made her want to weep.
“She
