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  “You think so?”

  I nodded.

  “Are you going to tell the police about this conversation?”

  There was no point in lying to her. “Yes, and if you answer their questions honestly, as you did mine, I’m sure that there won’t be any repercussions for you.”

  She stood up from her stool. “I should get back to work. I need to finish watering.”

  I stood too.

  She gave me a worried smile, but she still didn’t tell me her real name. “Thanks for talking to me.”

  “You’re welcome, Landon.” I said her name in a way that told her I knew it wasn’t real.

  She grimaced and left the lab. I waited a beat and headed for the door after her. Then I paused. Hadn’t Landon said this was Beeson’s lab? I glanced around the room. There might be something here that would give me a clue as to why he was killed and who may have done it.

  There was a filing cabinet in the far corner of the room with a potted ivy plant on top of it. The ivy’s vine spilled over the sides of the filing cabinet and hovered just inches above the floor. It seemed as good a place to start as any.

  The drawers were unlocked, and the first drawer listed what looked like scientific names of plants. Had Beeson been poisoned, I would have found this drawer much more interesting.

  I realized that although this was Beeson’s lab, he wouldn’t keep anything important, like his research or his student files, out in the open like this where students or pesky museum directors could poke their noses into it. His office would be the best place for that information, but I was short on time and had to return to the Farm if I didn’t want to completely miss the school visit and what remained of the tree tapping class.

  I was just closing the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet when the lab door, which Landon had exited through, swung open. I expected to see her, or maybe Buckley—being caught snooping by either one of them was problematic. In reality, the person who came through the door was ten times worse.

  “What do we have here?” Detective Brandon asked in her deceptively smooth voice. “Ms. Cambridge, I wish I could say you were the last person I expected to see in the deceased’s lab, but then I would be lying.”

  “I—I—” I couldn’t think of a good excuse for being there, because I didn’t have one.

  She flicked on the lights, and I was momentarily blinded by a fluorescent glow. She stepped into the room like a cheetah stalking her prey. I bet I could outrun her about as well as I could outrun a cheetah. “I’m interested in hearing your reason for being here,” she said.

  I straightened my shoulders and got ahold of myself. “I followed a student in here. She was distraught over Dr. Beeson’s death. I thought I could help.”

  “How kind of you.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Where is the student now?”

  “She left just a little while ago, through that door. I’m surprised you didn’t run into her.”

  “Did she run out before or after you started opening Beeson’s filing cabinets?”

  “Before,” I admitted. “I was just looking to see if there were any notes here that could be used for the tree tapping class at the Farm,” I explained, sticking to my original story.

  “And what did you find?”

  “Nothing,” I said, heading to the door that led outside. “I’ll just be going now and leave you to it. I’m sure you have some detecting to do.”

  She jumped in front of me and blocked my way to the door. “Not so fast. Do you know that I could take you in for tampering with a crime scene?”

  I gritted my teeth. “This isn’t a crime scene.”

  She took a step backward, closer to my escape door. Drat. “No, but it’s a place of interest because of its relation to the murder victim, and you have no reason for being here.”

  “I told you about the student,” I said. “If you choose not to believe my story, there’s nothing that I can do to change your mind.”

  “What was her name?”

  “She told me it was Landon, but I’m certain that wasn’t her real name. I think she didn’t give it to me because she was afraid that the police would want to talk with her.”

  “And why would we want to do that?” Detective Brandon asked.

  I told her what faux-Landon had told me.

  The detective wrinkled her flawless brow. “So Beeson wanted to be on your Farm to teach? Why?”

  “I have no idea. Maybe he wanted some more publicity for his book—we’re selling it this weekend. It seems like a very extreme course of action to take to sell a few copies of his book, but …” I trailed off.

  “Interesting theory.”

  I made a gesture of looking at my watch. I didn’t wear a watch. “Gosh, look at the time. I really need to get back to the Farm or I’m going to miss the school visit that we have there today.”

  She stared at me and finally stepped aside. “I know where to find you.”

  I sidestepped around her and put my hand on the doorknob.

  “I will find out what happened, Ms. Cambridge. Don’t get in my way. You might think you’re protecting your friend Gavin, but in truth, you’re only making it worse for him.”

  I slipped through the door without a word. She wanted me to argue with her, but I refused to take the bait. Detective Brandon hadn’t liked me since the moment she’d met me last summer at the Civil War reenactment. It didn’t help that she was Chase’s former fiancée.

  Outside, I let out a breath I hadn’t even known I was holding. I knew that the detective let me off easy. I could have gotten into some serious trouble snooping in Beeson’s lab. In fact, it made me even more nervous that she’d gone so easy on me. I wondered what her game plan was. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wouldn’t like it.

  eighteen

  A man came around the side of the building wearing coveralls and pushing an empty wheelbarrow. He stopped in front of me. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  It took me a second to place him, but his blond ponytail and goatee were the giveaway. “Daniel?”

  He nodded. “That’s right. And you’re Kelsey. You crashed our Sap and Spile meeting last night.”

  I frowned. “I hadn’t meant to crash it.” I pointed to the wheelbarrow. “You work here?”

  He eyed me suspiciously. “I do. I’m on the maintenance crew. That means I have a reason for being here. Do you?” He arched an eyebrow.

  I told him my lame story—which was becoming lamer every time that I repeated it—about needing Beeson’s notes for the tree tapping class, which at this point was all but over.

  “Did you find them?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’ve known Conrad a long time. We joined Sap and Spile just about the same time. I doubt he would keep anything as important as his notes on campus. He didn’t trust anyone.”

  That was interesting. “What do you mean?”

  “He was a suspicious man, to the point it made a person uncomfortable to speak to him. It was almost as if he hoped to catch a person doing something wrong. He was always on the lookout for someone to screw up, and when you did, Conrad was there, ready to pounce.” He said this last part as if he was a man speaking from experience.

  “Was he waiting for anyone to mess up recently?”

  Daniel scowled. “I need to get back to work.” He adjusted his grip on the wheelbarrow “But let me tell you this—Beeson won’t be missed on campus. I can tell you that.”

  As I considered following him, my cell phone rang. I fished it out of my coat pocket. The number was the main office of the Cherry Foundation. This couldn’t be good. Ever since I’d been initially told about the trust from the Cherry Foundation, they’d left me to my own devices. The board didn’t seem to be interested in the daily operations of Barton Farm, and that was just fine with me. But now the Foundation was
calling. There had to be a reason. I doubted it was about another windfall of money for the Farm.

  I started down the path that led back to the small parking lot and answered. “Hello.”

  “Ms. Cambridge. This is Henry Ratcliffe,” the hoarse-sounding older gentleman said.

  I slowed my pace. Henry was the head of the board of trustees for the Foundation. I’d only met him once, and it was in passing when I’d been to the office to sign the papers, agreeing to my part in the trust. This could not be good if he was calling. I played it cool. “Hello, Mr. Ratcliffe. How may I help you?”

  “The board has heard about the unfortunate incident that happened at Barton Farm yesterday morning, and we would like you to come in and meet with us to discuss what impact this may have on the Farm.” He paused. “Today.”

  “Today?” I squeaked.

  “Yes, today,” he said with an air of irritation, as if he were surprised that anyone would dare to question one of his summons. “As you can imagine, after the events of last summer when we lost Maxwell Cherry on the Farm, the board is very sensitive to anything like that happening again.”

  “Dr. Beeson didn’t die on the Farm.”

  “We know this,” he said coolly. “But he had his heart attack there, and his injury was inflicted on Farm grounds. I take it you’d hired him for your Maple Sugar Festival to teach a course in tree tapping, as it were.”

  I took a sharp breath. Henry was well informed, much better informed than I’d expected him or anyone from the Cherry Foundation to be about the happenings on Barton Farm. I frowned at the phone. “What time?”

  “Our meeting convenes at two thirty. We will see you at three sharp. I know that we haven’t had much interaction with each other since Cynthia Cherry’s passing, and I want to keep the lines of communication open. It was most unpleasant to hear about these unfortunate occurrences at Barton Farm from someone other than the director herself.”

  “Who did you hear them from?” I paused beside my car.

  “It’s no matter,” he said in that same cool tone.

  It mattered to me. If I had a mole on my staff, I wanted to know about it. I stopped myself from saying that. I didn’t think Henry would appreciate it. Then again, Alice had overheard my conversation with the police chief and the detective, and there was that article, however brief, in the newspaper. The news about Barton Farm could be all over town by now. It didn’t have to be one of my employees.

  “That’s a bad time for me,” I began. “My son will be home from school, and—”

  “Ms. Cambridge, need I remind you how important Barton Farm’s relationship is with the Cherry Foundation’s board?”

  I ground my teeth. “No, you don’t.”

  “Good. Please leave your son at home.” He hung up.

  I glared at the phone. What a jerk. There were other names I called him in my head, but they don’t bear repeating.

  Now I needed to figure out where to send Hayden until I got back from the board meeting. Part of me wanted to take him along just to defy Henry, but Hayden would be bored out of his skull waiting for me outside of the meeting. I couldn’t put my son through that, no matter how amusing it would be to see the head of the board of trustees fume.

  Eddie would be at work, so I couldn’t ask him. He was a physical therapist. The school where Laura taught let out later than Hayden’s, and Dad had play practice. Krissie was an option, but I’d rather jump through a plate-glass window than ask my ex-husband’s fiancée for help. Judy, Gavin, Benji, or any one of my staff would be willing to babysit, but I hated to ask them to stay after working a long day at the Farm. Plus, Gavin still needed to show me his family’s old sugarhouse.

  I was about to call Judy when another name came to mind: Chase. He had the day off, and he had offered to help me if I needed it. I knew he’d meant with the investigation, but childcare was a major part of my life too. Maybe taking care of Hayden would give him an idea of what it’s like to have a child. It could be a good test.

  I jumped into my car, started it, and called Chase. He answered on the first ring. “Did you miss me already?” he asked in his usual jovial tone.

  I wasn’t sure how to answer that, so I said, “I’m sorry to be bothering you on your day off, but—”

  “You’re never bothering me. You can call me any time, day or night.”

  “Good to know,” I said, glossing over those implications. “I need a favor.”

  “And you came to me for once?” There was a smile in his voice. “It gives me hope for us after all.”

  Again, I ignored his flirty comments and told him about my afternoon meeting at the Cherry Foundation and needing someone to watch Hayden for an hour or two.

  “Say no more. I’ll be there at two.”

  “You really don’t need to come that early. Hayden’s bus doesn’t arrive until three fifteen.”

  “I’ll see you at two,” he said and hung up.

  I inwardly groaned. I didn’t want to be “that girl” that led a kind man like Chase on. Because despite his crazy flirting, he was a very nice guy.

  My phone rang almost immediately, and Laura’s face appeared on my screen.

  As soon as I put the phone to my ear, she shouted, “You have another dead guy at the Farm and you didn’t tell me? I had to hear it from Benji! Benji!”

  I winced. “Shouldn’t you be teaching?” I asked.

  “It’s my free period, so you have exactly forty-two minutes to tell me everything about the dead guy. I mean everything. You owe me details, Kel. As my best friend, you have a moral obligation to tell me everything going on in your life. That also includes finding dead people.”

  “I didn’t find a dead person this time.” I shifted the car into drive. I put the phone on speaker and told her everything as I drove back to the Farm. As I was turning into the parking lot, I made the mistake of mentioning the meeting with the Foundation’s board that afternoon.

  “Who’s taking care of Hayden while you’re there? You know I would, but I have school until three fifteen.”

  “It’s no problem,” I said. “I have it all taken care of.”

  “Is it your dad?” she asked.

  I hesitated. “No.”

  “What’s going on?” She sounded suspicious. “Why aren’t you telling me?”

  “Chase is watching Hayden,” I said, resigned. I didn’t want her to accuse me of keeping secrets from her again.

  “Chase!” she screeched.

  When my ear stopped ringing, I said, “Ow. I think you permanently damaged my hearing.”

  “You’ll live,” she said dryly. “I find it quite interesting that you’re calling Chase in your time of need. Quite interesting.”

  “Stop it. I knew he was off today, so I gave him a call. No one else was available. It wasn’t like the Foundation gave me any warning about this meeting.”

  “Uh-huh,” she mused. “And no one on the Farm could meet Hayden’s bus?”

  I gritted my teeth.

  “And how did you happen to know Chase’s work schedule?”

  There was no way I was telling Laura that Chase had dropped by the cottage last night. She would immediately get the wrong idea, and I would never hear the end of it. Knowing my friend, she was already picking out her maid of honor dress for the wedding.

  I blew out a breath. “He was one of the EMTs that came to the Farm when Benji and I found Dr. Beeson.”

  “Ah,” she said, letting me know that she thought there was more to it than that. “Clearly, you have some explaining to do. I’m coming over later.”

  “You don’t have to,” I began.

  “I know I don’t have to, but a best friend’s duty is to race to your side in your time of need. I hope Chase is still there by the time I arrive.”

  Great. That sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. I’
d better beat Laura to the Farm, because if I left her and Chase alone too long, they’d have the wedding planned before Chase and I even went out on our first date.

  I was about to argue with her more when she said, “A student just stepped into my classroom. I gotta go. See you tonight.” She hung up.

  nineteen

  When I walked into the visitor center, the sound of children’s laughter greeted me, and I immediately felt some of the tension in my body release. The sound of children having fun while learning the history of the Cuyahoga Valley was what I lived for. I didn’t know what Henry and the other members of the Foundation board had in mind for me, but I knew that I wouldn’t let them jeopardize that.

  Judy hurried over to me. “Thank goodness you’re back.” Her face had a pinched expression.

  I was immediately alarmed, because Judy was one of the most even-keeled people I had on staff. “What’s wrong?”

  She sighed. “It seems that one of the people in the tree tapping class was injured.”

  “What?” I yelped. “How badly?”

  “I don’t know. Benji just left to check it out.”

  “Where is the injured person?”

  “In the sugar maple grove.” She chewed on her lip.

  I ran out of the visitor center onto the Farm grounds. Tiffin, who was pacing on the other side of the automatic doors as if he were waiting for me, barked and raced down the pebbled path toward the sugar maple grove. The corgi was herding me to the injured visitor.

  I heard the tree tapping class before I reached them. Benji’s voice carried through the trees. She sounded calm and in charge. I felt a wave of relief wash over me and slowed my pace from a run to a fast walk.

  Tiffin ran ahead, and I found the group in the part of the woods where Benji and I had been with Beeson before he ran off and died. The class was clustered in a circle around something. I scanned their faces for any signs of horror or alarm. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ran into another dead body.