Eclipse Bay

blackmail material, what would you say?”
    Mitchell’s face worked. For a moment Rafe thought that he was going to explode with outrage. But abruptly the ire metamorphosed into something else. Curiosity, or reluctant interest, Rafe decided.
    “We’re talking eight years ago, aren’t we?” Mitchell said thoughtfully.
    Rafe watched him. “One way or another, you’ve been connected to this town for more than fifty years. Any names come to mind?”
    “No,” Mitchell said immediately. “But that’s no big surprise. I never paid much attention to other people’s sex lives. The only one that ever interested me was my own.” He paused. “But there was someone who did keep track of that kind of thing, along with every other damn secret in this town.”
    Hannah groaned. “I hope you’re not going to tell us that person was Arizona Snow. It’s hopeless trying to get anything out of her. She might know some secrets, but she filters them all through her conspiracy theories.”
    “Wasn’t thinking of Arizona,” Mitchell said. “I was talking about Ed Bolton. Owned the Eclipse Bay Journal for more than forty years until he sold out to Jed Steadman. Ed knew everything about everyone in this town.”
    Disappointment coursed through Rafe. “I heard that Ed Bolton died four or five years ago.”
    “He did,” Mitchell said in an oddly neutral voice. “Heart attack. But his widow, Bev, is still around. Lives in Portland now.”
    “Do you think that Bev Bolton would know the secrets that Ed knew?” Hannah asked.
    Mitchell nodded slowly. “Bev and Ed were together for a long time. Fine woman. Good marriage, from all accounts. Yeah, I reckon she’d know what Ed knew.”
    Somewhere in the back of Rafe’s brain something went click .
    “How do you know so much about Bev Bolton’s marriage?” he asked Mitchell.
    “Bev and I get together once in a while,” Mitchell said very casually. “Talk over old times. You know how it is.”
    Rafe flopped back in his chair. “Damn. How long have you and Bev Bolton been having an affair?”
    Mitchell’s brows bunched and quivered in annoyance. “See here, my private life is none of your business.”
    “Right. Sure. Your business.”
    “Bev and I go back a long ways.” Mitchell paused. “A couple of years after Ed died, I asked her to marry me.”
    Rafe was astounded. “No kidding? What happened?”
    “Turned me down flat,” Mitchell admitted.
    “I see.” Rafe said.
    “As I was saying,” Mitchell went on, “Bev and I get together whenever I go to Portland.”
    “I understand.” Rafe recalled the conversation with Gabe concerning Mitchell’s frequent trips to Portland. “And you’ve found a reason to go nearly every week for the past ten months.”
    “What the hell business is it of yours? A man’s got a right to his personal life.”
    Rafe started to smile. The smile turned into a grin before he could control it, and then, without warning, he was laughing so hard he feared he might fall off his chair.
    Winston roused himself to thrust his nose inquiringly into Rafe’s hand. Rafe scratched him behind the ears and laughed even harder.
    Hannah and Mitchell frowned.
    “What’s so funny?” Hannah asked with a bewildered expression.
    Mitchell glowered. “If there’s a joke here, you’d better share it.”
    “The joke is on Gabe and me,” Rafe said, subduing the laughter to a wide grin. “We thought all those trips to Portland you’ve been taking for the past year were to get medical treatment. We were afraid you had some terrible, lingering disease you were hiding from us.”
    “Huh.” Mitchell blinked, and then his eyes gleamed with secret amusement. “One of those trips last year was to see a doctor. But it wasn’t because I had come down with anything serious.”
    “Just a checkup?” Rafe asked.
    “You might say that,” Mitchell said with a benign smile. “Happy to tell you that everything is in pretty fair working order, considering the mileage I’ve put on this body.”
    “Glad to hear it.” Rafe realized he felt a lot lighter.
    “Unless you do me in with your cooking,” Mitchell said, “Dr. Reed tells me I’m likely to be around to pester the rest of you for quite a while yet. Now, then, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I was planning to go to Portland at the end of the week. No reason I can’t drive in with Bryce in the morning instead.”

    Bryce arrived to collect Mitchell shortly after ten that