clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and raked his fingers through his thinning hair. “Your knowing nothing about the house before you moved in will complicate the investigation,” he said, his expression suggesting she’d let him down.
“What about letters, diaries, old photos? Your grandmother must have left some of those around the house.”
“Not that we’ve located.”
“See what you can find.”
“I’ve already searched the closets and the attic and every place else she might have kept personal information. I didn’t find anything except some old receipts and Post-it notes she had stuck on half the surfaces in the house.”
Jacinth smiled as she remembered her grandmother’s haphazard method of organizing. “They were mostly reminders of appointments and to take her meds.”
“What kind of appointments?”
“Doctors. Hair. Nails. Gladys Findley said she was very concerned about her appearance right up until the end.”
“Who’s Gladys Findley?”
“My next-door neighbor.” She nodded toward the window with a view of the Findley house.
“Do you still have the notes?”
“No. They didn’t seem important.” Jacinth rearranged herself in the chair and met the detective’s steely gaze. She had a few questions of her own and this seemed as good a time as any to ask them. “Do you have a definitive answer for how long the victim had been dead?”
“Not yet.”
“An ID?”
“No. She’s still labeled the Jane Doe head.”
“What about the search you just made of my bathroom?”
“What about it?”
“Did you find any more skeletal remains?”
“This is a police matter now. I’m not at liberty to discuss specifics of the evidence.”
“It’s my house. I have a right to know if there are bodies inside my walls.”
“As far as I can tell, you’re clear of corpses.”
She sighed, relieved. “Does that mean I can start repairing the room?”
“I’d hold off on structural repairs in case we need to investigate further. You could go ahead and have the plumbing checked out and also the roof. You seem to have a leak somewhere. The walls are wet from the inside out.”
“I will.” As soon as she could afford it. That might not be anytime soon.
“Has anything like this ever happened before?” she asked.
“Women decapitated?”
“No, bodies or body parts found inside houses in this area?”
“Not recently. Until I get a complete autopsy report, we don’t even know if the victim was alive or dead when the decapitation took place. It could be a sick prank, teenagers stealing bodies from the cemetery and conducting their own science experiments.”
“The neighbors haven’t mentioned any teenagers living in this house.”
“No, but they could have had access to it during the time it was empty.”
The detective turned off his recorder and returned it to his pocket as he stretched to a standing position. “You can relax,” the detective said, offering his first attempt at empathy. “I don’t think you’re in any danger, Ms. Villaré. But use caution. Don’t open your door to strangers or get involved with people you know nothing about. I would advise that even if we hadn’t found the partial remains of Jane Doe. You can’t be too careful these days.”
She preached that same thing herself and yet she’d opened her door to Nick last night. Thankfully, he’d just been a helpful neighbor, one she’d likely never see again.
A man would have to be crazy to get involved with this mess. She walked out to the porch with the detective as he was leaving. No sign of Nick’s truck. He was probably staying as far away from her as possible.
Who could blame him?
JACINTH LUGGED THE LAST TWO bags from the car to the kitchen. Considering that Caitlyn and Marcus were in Florida and Jacinth spent most of her waking hours at the university, it was ridiculous how many groceries she’d bought.
She tackled putting away the refrigerator items first, pretty sure just handling the carton of chocolate-fudge ice cream added a few inches to her hips. Had she not been in the frozen-treat aisle when the plumber had returned her call, she could have resisted the fattening splurge.
It would be Monday afternoon before he could get to the busted water pipe so that she could have running water again. That meant she’d have to drive over to the university to wash her hair and shower in the gym facilities.
The yogurt and skim milk were staples, as were her fruit, granola, cheese, salad makings and an assortment of canned and boxed soups. And she’d stocked up on Prissy Whiskers, the only cat food Sin deemed flavor-some enough for her majesty’s taste buds.
The beer was another story. She didn’t drink it. She knew nothing about it. Nonetheless, she’d picked up two six-packs, one imported, one domestic. It took some creative rearranging in her fridge to make room for them.
Not that there was any reason to expect her hunky neighbor would drop by for a visit, although his truck was in the driveway now.
Not that she cared. She wasn’t the least bit infatuated by him.
Kicking out of her shoes at the foot of the stairs, she went upstairs to work on her list for the detective and see why Sin was making such a racket. The pitiful meowing grew louder as Jacinth reached the top step.
“Sin, what are you into now?”
There was no sign of the cat, but the mewing turned to an earsplitting howl now that Sin had an audience. Jacinth searched for her without luck until she realized that the wail was coming from behind the closed door of Marie’s old bedroom.
Jacinth opened the door and Sin instantly grew quiet. The feline sat perfectly still, nailing Jacinth with her menacing yellow-eyed stare as if she were the culprit. Jacinth stooped to pick her up.
“You did this to yourself, Sin, though I can’t imagine how you got the door shut tight. And you’ve made a mess of this room.”
The books and framed pictures that lined the shelves were askance. One book was on the floor. So was a shattered vase that Jacinth would have sworn was too heavy for the cat to budge.
She sniffed as an unfamiliar scent assaulted her nostrils. “Did you spill something, Sin? Naughty cat.”
Jacinth searched but couldn’t find the source of the odor. Yet it persisted. A bit nauseating. Similar
