In Too Deep

and crying. She was hysterical with grief and rage.”
    “Why was she so upset? Because of the hallucinogenic light of the lantern? Surely when she came back to her senses, she understood that you had been forced to fight for your life.”
    “Tucker Austin was her brother.”
    Isabella sighed. “I see. Well, that certainly explains her distraught reaction.”
    “Tucker was her older brother. She idolized him. Hell, he was the golden boy of the Austin family. Jenny and her parents have never believed that Tucker was running the club or selling the magic-lantern light. They have what you might call another theory of the crime.”
    Understanding hit her hard.
    “They think you were the one running the Arcane Club and dealing the magic-lantern light.”
    “Their version of events is that after J&J fired up the investigation, I decided to cut my losses, shut down the club and set Tucker up to take the fall. Literally, in this case.”
    “To cover your tracks?”
    “Yes,” Fallon said evenly. “They also believe that my family protected me.”
    “Of course they can’t prove that because there is no proof, so they comfort themselves with their own version of history. It’s actually a pretty solid conspiracy theory, because within Arcane the Joneses wield a lot of power. It would be easy to believe they would circle the wagons around one of their own.”
    Fallon’s eyes were bleak. He said nothing.
    “That’s one of the hallmarks of conspiracy theories, isn’t it?” She shook her head. “As someone once said, they are the losers’ version of history.”
    “Never thought about it like that.”
    “Probably because you weren’t raised in a family of dedicated conspiracy freaks.” She glanced down at the ring. “So every year on the anniversary of Tucker’s death someone sends you a nasty little memento mori. Who is it? Jenny?”
    “Probably, although I suppose it could be Tucker’s mother or father.”
    “You’ve never tracked down the sender?”
    “Didn’t seem to be much point. I got the message.”
    “Will the Austin family be at the Sedona conference?”
    “The Austins are power brokers within Arcane. Yes, they will be in Sedona.”
    “No wonder you’re not keen on attending.”
    “At least this year I’ll have a date.”

21
    T he following morning Isabella took a break at the Sunshine with Marge. As was the custom, Violet and Patty walked over from the inn to join them. Isabella sat at the counter and sipped tea from a heavy mug. The other three drank Marge’s high-test coffee and told tales about the brief heyday of the Seekers’ community.
    The arrival of an overnight delivery van interrupted yet another denunciation of Gordon Lasher. They all watched the vehicle roll down the street and stop in front of Jones & Jones.
    “They found me,” Isabella yelped. She set down her mug and jumped to her feet. “I was so afraid that there would be a screwup and they wouldn’t be able to find Scargill Cove.”
    “I’m assuming that’s the dress and the shoes?” Marge asked.
    “I sure hope so,” Isabella said. She headed for the door. “Otherwise, I’m in bad shape for that business conference in Sedona.”
    “Bring the clothes back here,” Violet called after her. “We want to see them.”
    “Especially the shoes,” Patty said.
    Isabella paused, her hand on the doorknob. “Why the shoes?”
    Patty grinned. “I want to see if they really are glass slippers.”
    Isabella frowned. “I keep telling you, this visit to Sedona is a company business trip.”
    “Sure,” Marge said. She chuckled. “A business trip that involves a corporate jet, a dressy reception and high-end fund-raiser auction. Woohoo! Go get the dress and the shoes and bring them back here so we can see them.”
    Isabella hurried outside. The driver of the delivery van had the rear door of the vehicle open. He removed two boxes.
    Isabella rushed across the street. “Are those for me?”
    He glanced at the labels. “Address says Jones & Jones.”
    “That’s me. I mean, I work for Jones & Jones. I’ll take the packages.”
    “Sign here.”
    She scrawled her signature, took the boxes and went back inside the Sunshine. Marge was waiting with scissors. She got the first box open in a flash.
    Isabella parted the packing tissue and removed a long sweep of midnight blue. There were gasps all around.
    “Oh, my,” Violet said in prayerful tones. “What a beautiful dress. You’re going to look gorgeous in