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In Too Deep

In Too Deep

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Autoren: Jayne Ann Krentz
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kind.”
    “Like the face of the clock?” Isabella asked.
    “Yes.” Fallon looked at the blanket-wrapped clock sitting on the floor of Isabella’s apartment. “Glass is still a big mystery to the Arcane experts. It’s unique in that it has properties of both liquids and solids. Generally speaking, paranormal energy passing through glass has unpredictable effects. But Bridewell figured out how to control the results. She used her talents to create a large number of what she called her clockwork curiosities. They were actually weapons.”
    “How many did she make?” Isabella asked.
    “No one knows for certain. She operated a legitimate shop that featured beautiful clockwork curiosities. Essentially, her creations were elegant toys for wealthy collectors. But she also ran a side business that catered to a different clientele.”
    “What kind of clientele would that be?”
    “Folks who wanted other folks such as inconvenient spouses or business partners permanently removed.”
    “Got it,” Isabella said. “In other words Mrs. Bridewell ran a murder-for-hire business.”
    “Well, in fairness to Mrs. B, she always insisted that the customer had to actually commit the murder. She considered herself an artist, after all, not a professional killer.”
    “But she supplied the murder weapon,” Isabella said.
    “Which was disguised as a charming example of the clockmaker’s art. The victim never saw it coming until it was too late.”
    Fallon took a swallow of the whiskey Isabella had poured for him and let himself sink into the lumpy sofa. A great weariness was seeping into his bones, but it was not the kind of drowsiness that would promote sleep. The whiskey was taking off some of the edge, but it couldn’t touch the deep places. He would not get any real rest tonight. Just as well—he needed to think.
    He watched Isabella through half-closed eyes. She was moving around in the minuscule kitchenette, putting together a meal. Her motions were economical, efficient, graceful. He was not hungry, but whatever she was making was starting to smell good.
    He had been surprised when she had suggested that he come to her apartment for dinner after he finished with the county cops.
We both need to decompress
, she said. He wasn’t accustomed to decompressing with anyone else, but it had suddenly seemed like an excellent idea.
    Isabella’s apartment was a warm, cheerful space filled with thriving green plants and cast-off furniture. The former tenant had disappeared one night, leaving no forwarding address, not an uncommon event in the Cove. Ralph Toomey owned the shabby rooms above his shop. He had offered them to Isabella and told her she could have the previous occupant’s furniture as well.
    She had taken the apartment but declined the furniture. Fallon had helped Toomey haul a battered table, a couple of wobbly chairs, an unattractively stained mattress and rusty bedsprings to the town dump.
    On the final expedition to the dump, a plastic baggie full of marijuana had fallen out of one ripped cushion.
    “Always wondered how he managed to pay the rent,” Toomey remarked, pocketing the baggie. “Guy had no visible means of support. Figured he was in the business.”
    “Probably explains why he disappeared in a hurry,” Fallon said.
    Scargill Cove was on the fringes of the Emerald Triangle, a tricounty region in Northern California. In these parts it was freely acknowledged that marijuana was the largest cash crop, an economic engine that supported a multitude of businesses from gardening supply stores to gas stations. It also brought with it the usual law enforcement problems.
    Toomey contemplated the stained mattress that they had tossed over the cliff into the ravine that served as the Cove’s dump.
    “You know,” he said, “Isabella fits right in at the Cove. It’s like she belongs here with the rest of us or something.”
    One more lost soul in a town where lost souls constituted the majority of the citizenry, Fallon thought.
    When the apartment had been emptied out, Isabella, together with Marge from the café, Harriet Stokes, proprietor of Stokes’s Grocery, and the innkeepers, Violet and Patty, scrubbed the place from top to bottom. The cleaning had been followed by a fresh coat of sunny gold paint.
    After the paint had dried, several people in the Cove had offered Isabella replacements for the furnishings and kitchen equipment that had been tossed. She had accepted each used item with glowing

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