A Deadly Cliche (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

mailing envelope.
    At a loss for words, Olivia indicated the investigator should come inside. She stepped back to let him pass and then removed the contents of the envelope. It was a vial of blood.
    “What the hell is this?” she asked, slightly repulsed.
    Hamilton stood alongside the kitchen table and laced his fingers together. “It’s supposedly your father’s blood.” When Olivia didn’t respond, he gestured at the nearest chair. “Could we sit?”
    Nodding, Olivia sank down a chair. She couldn’t take her eyes off the vial in her right hand. Was it possible? Had this blood recently flowed through her father’s veins? “Tell me how you got this.”
    “I kept a constant eye out for the Ritaestelle . When it docked, I recognized the fisherman who’d taken possession of the pink mailer containing your cash. When he disembarked, the envelope was in his hand. It was still unopened too. Anyway, I followed him.”
    Olivia leaned forward. “Where did he go?”
    “To a café near the harbor. He ordered a big breakfast and chatted with just about everybody in the place. He was clearly a local. I sat at the booth behind him and could easily listen in. Once his food came, he gave the envelope to the waitress, a worn-out-looking woman in her thirties. She looked at the postmark suspiciously and said, ‘What’s he up to?’ I could tell she wasn’t happy. She tossed the envelope on the table and walked away.”
    “And then?”
    Hamilton sat back in his chair. “She disappeared into the kitchen and a man followed her back out to the fisherman’s booth. He wore a dirty apron and looked at the envelope as if there was a snake hiding inside it. Still, he sat in an empty corner booth and sliced the envelope open with a knife from his apron pocket. Looked like he was gutting a fish,” the PI added. “He peered inside, saw the cash, and stuffed it in his front pocket, like he wanted to hide it. Then the woman, who I discovered was his wife, demanded to know what was going on.”
    “Did you get these people’s names?” Olivia demanded tersely. Anger was rising within her and she tried to push it back down. “What do they have to do with my father, or more importantly, my father’s blood ?”
    “Their names are Kim and Hudson Salter. They own the café and a little bed and breakfast above the eatery. After I explained who I was and why I was there, Hudson told me that your father had rented rooms from them until he fell ill. Seem as though he’s run out of money and is almost out of time too. Pancreatic cancer. The Salters have been taking care of him. “
    “And no doubt they think I’ll pay them a small fortune for their kindness toward their elderly tenant. I wonder exactly when they discovered that he’s my father.” Olivia didn’t trust the couple at all.
    Hamilton looked a little embarrassed. “Ma’am, I believe the family is in a hard way and don’t have the funds to spare to cover the costs for his treatment. Mrs. Salter seemed pretty upset over the way this whole thing was handled. She didn’t say a word, but I could see that she was ashamed.”
    “Did you see this dying man who’s supposed to be my father?”
    “No. Hudson wouldn’t allow it. He was very protective of your father.” The investigator hesitated. “Mr. Salter seems like a hard man, but from what I’ve been told by the locals, he’s been really good to your father. They kept telling me that Hudson and your dad were very close. But they’re a tight-lipped lot on that island. They don’t like to talk about their own to a stranger.”
    Olivia curled her fingers into her palms, digging her nails into the flesh as rage coursed through her. “I don’t care what the locals say. When I’m done with this man, he will regret his attempts to manipulate me.”
    “Ma’am, Hudson swears that he did not send you a letter. He told me that he could guess who’d written it. He left me there then and came back about twenty minutes later with the blood sample. His face was flushed and it seemed like he’d had words with the letter writer, but he refused to give me their name.”
    “I wonder why.” Olivia frowned deeply. “I don’t understand any of this! Why would these people take care of some elderly tenant? Why would they pay for his medical bills? Did they think he was some kind of cash cow? And who is the real blackmailer? Who are they protecting?”
    Hamilton nodded in sympathy. “This certainly isn’t a clear case,