A Justified Murder (Medlar Mystery 2)

“All clear,” he said, then began untying it from the dock and they pulled away into the open water.

As Jack said it would, the wind and the water cleared their minds. Death and kidnapping seemed far away.

Jack was an excellent sailor. He seemed at one with the sea.

Kate didn’t put on her swimsuit. The sun was so hot she thought enough skin was exposed. She slathered on sunscreen, stretched out in the shade, and told Jack to sing for her.

“There was a woman from Nantucket,” he began.

“No, no. Something nice.”

He stood by the mast and began to sing an aria in Italian.

Kate didn’t know much about opera, but she knew it was a love song. She closed her eyes. Between Jack’s singing, the water, and the warmth of the sun, she was sure she was in heaven.

When he finished, she opened her eyes and raised her hands to applaud him, but someone else was already clapping.

Kate sat up so fast she banged her head on the side of the boat.

Jack, still by the mast, was staring in openmouthed astonishment. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Zelly.”

Kate was rubbing her head as she looked up to see a thin, scraggly-haired blonde woman standing by the door that led down into the boat.

“Zelly?” the woman said. “Gil told you about me, right?”

They were silent.

“He should have told you. I’m real important in his life.” She said the last almost as a threat.

Jack and Kate exchanged looks. They had an idea who she was: Quinn’s mother.

“Do you have anything to drink? It was hot in that closet and besides, it’s been hard living here and having to sneak out to get food. That guy that runs the place watches everything. But he’s cute, isn’t he?”

When no one moved, she reached for Kate’s canvas tote bag.

But Jack grabbed it first. “What do you mean that you’ve been living here? On my boat?”

“Well, yeah, but Janet said I could.”

Kate had recovered enough to get up. She opened her bag and handed the woman a bottle of water.

She drank deeply of it. “Yuck, it’s warm, but I guess that’s okay. So where are we going?”

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Jack said. “I want to know why you’re here. And it was Janet Beeson who said you could stay here?”

“Yeah. You have something to eat? I like candy a lot.”

“I think we should sit down.” It was the first time Kate had spoken. “I’ll get the food. Sorry, no candy.”

“You two look like you go to a gym.” She had an unnaturally thin face, as though she hadn’t eaten in a long time. She had on red shorts, a blue tank top, and flip-flops that looked to be years old.

Kate got the bags of food from below and when she came back up, Jack and the woman...was Zelly short for something?...were sitting far apart on the cushioned seat. He was staring at her as though he’d found a feral animal. Was it poisonous or not?

Kate didn’t open the grocery bags but put them by the woman, then went to sit by Jack. It was clear that the two of them were on one team and she was on the other.

“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Jack said.