“Why don’t people leave the poor woman alone?” Jamie said.
“Because she’s displaying unmentionables in her front window,” Vera said. “And wouldn’t you know it; Agnes Aimsley’s grandson is the ringleader. Most folks don’t like Maxine anyway ’cause she was such a snooty librarian.”
Jamie gave an enormous sigh. “I don’t believe this. I’m going with you, but I’ll be the opposition. The woman has a right to run her business without a bunch of old church ladies interfering.”
“I’m with you.” When Jamie looked surprised, she went on. “After all, this is a free country. Besides, I’ve been thinking I might buy one of those push-up bras she has in her window. I might just give Destiny Moultrie a run for her money.” She grabbed her camera. “This could be good headline material, you know.”
“I need to make a few calls,” Jamie said before Vera hurried out the door. “Maxine is going to need support.” Dee Dee was first on her list. She was outraged and promised to call her friends. Jamie then called several old high school buddies, all of whom promised to meet her outside Maxine’s store and rally their support. She even phoned Destiny.
“I’ve got to run,” she told Max, who’d walked in on the tail end of one of Jamie’s calls. “A bunch of old church biddies are going to picket our new lingerie store, and I’m going to try to put a stop to it.”
“I thought we had a paper to get out.”
“This won’t take long,” Jamie promised. “But I can’t just sit back and do nothing while an army of angry women descends on Maxine Chambers’s place of business.” She hurried out the door.
By the time Jamie arrived at Maxine’s shop there were at least fifty women gathered out front, many of them chanting, “Close this store!” Agnes Aimsley and her grandson were right in front. A nervous Maxine peered out the window. Jamie gave her the thumbs-up, and the woman looked relieved to see her.
Jamie spotted Dee Dee, Beenie, and Destiny and hurried over. “How many do we have on our side?” she asked.
“We just arrived,” Dee Dee said, “but I don’t think we have more than ten or twelve. Those church ladies look pretty vicious if you ask me.”
Beenie appeared anxious. “I wish I had stayed home. I’m afraid they’ll kick my butt.”
Jamie spied Vera on the sidelines, snapping pictures as fast as she could. “I need something to stand on,” Jamie said. She hurried two doors down to Lowery’s Hardware and returned with a ladder. She didn’t see Max pull up across the street and get out as she climbed the ladder.
“Ladies, please hear me out,” Jamie said, trying to talk above the roaring crowd of female voices. “At least give me a chance to have my say.”
Brent Walker looked annoyed. “The town has spoken,” he said. “We want Maxine Chambers to pack her slut-wear and close shop.”
Obviously feeling braver now that Jamie had arrived, Maxine Chambers stood at the front door of her shop, arms folded across her breasts, a defiant look on her face. “I have as much right to run my business as any other person,” she shouted.
The crowd booed their disapproval. Jamie finally quieted them. “Maxine is right,” she yelled. “As long as she pays rent she has just as much right to operate her shop as the next merchant. And without being harassed,” she added.
“I can’t believe you’re taking her side, Jamie,” Lyle Betts’s wife, Lorna, said.
Jamie regarded the woman. “You don’t have the right to judge Maxine,” she replied. “Your husband is selling aphrodisiac-laced brownies and cakes with naked people on them.”
All eyes turned to Mrs. Betts.
She squared her shoulders. “That’s a lie. Lyle would never do something like that.”
“Then I suggest you march right up to his bakery and demand to see his new ‘Adults Only’ catalog.”
Brent Walker frowned. “I can’t believe you’re supporting this woman,” he said, pointing at Maxine. “But that should come as no surprise what with your new personals ads. Men and women need to meet in church.”
Jamie ignored him and turned to another woman. “And what about you, Mrs. Frazier?” she called out. “Are you going to tell me that you and Mr. Frazier don’t have adult videos in your store? I know you do because I’ve seen them.”
Mrs. Frazier looked embarrassed. “Some people enjoy watching that sort of thing. We have to keep up with our competition.”
“And some people enjoy wearing pretty lingerie,” Jamie said, “myself included.”
The women gasped.
“There’s a difference,” Edna Wilburn said. “I love pretty nightgowns, but I wouldn’t think of displaying that trash in my front store window. It’s not fair that the rest of us are forced to see it every time we walk by.”
Jamie hitched her chin high as she regarded the woman who was married to the owner of Wilburn’s Garage. “You want to talk about what’s fair, Edna?” she said. “Is it fair your husband charges a fortune for his work? Is it fair that he preys on women because he knows they have no idea what it costs for parts and labor to repair their cars?”
“Well, I never,” Edna said in a huff.
“Jamie’s right,” Vera called out. “How do you think you got that new swimming pool?”
Edna looked shocked. “Why, Vera Bankhead, I never knew you felt that way about my George.”
Agnes Aimsley stepped forward. “Maybe we can solve this like good Christians,” she said in her fruity-textured voice.
Everyone glanced her way. “What do you suggest, Mrs. Aimsley?” Jamie asked.
Agnes didn’t hesitate. “Why don’t we all agree to stop bothering Maxine if she agrees to use a little more, um, decorum in her window display.”
Brent looked at her in astonishment. “What are you saying, Gram?” He pointed to Maxine. “Why are you defending this, this—”
“Watch what you say, Brent,” Jamie said. “You know what the Good Book says about judging people.”
His face reddened. “I feel it’s my Christian duty to clean up this town.”
“Is that why you visited Luanne Ritter the night of her murder?” Jamie realized she’d gone too far the minute the words left her mouth.
The women went silent and fixed their gaze on the man. Brent shot Jamie a menacing look. “So you’re the one,” he said. “For your information the police have already visited me, and I’ve been cleared of any wrongdoing. Perhaps you should concentrate on running your newspaper, Miss Swift, and leave innocent people alone.”
“Oh, why do we have to have all this bickering?” Agnes said. “Why can’t we all get along?”
Jamie nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me, Mrs. Aimsley.”
The woman faced her grandson. “I like pretty nightgowns. I think Miss Chambers should be able to run her store as she sees fit. I don’t know why everybody insists on making trouble for her. If people don’t like what they see, they should just stay away.”
Finally, Maxine spoke up. “If you people will agree to leave me alone, I’ll take some of the more, um, offensive items out of my window.”
“That sounds fair,” Agnes replied.
Brent gaped at his grandmother. “Well, I for one refuse to give in to the devil’s work.” He looked at Maxine. “You’ll pay for your actions. Mark my words.” He stalked away.
Dee Dee stepped up. “I haven’t been in your store before, Maxine, but Jamie has told me all about it. I plan to have a look before I leave here today.”
“Me, too,” Beenie said. “I love women’s lingerie.”
Jamie’s high school friends promised to visit the store, as well.
All at once, a police car skidded to a stop and Lamar Tevis and one of his deputies stepped out. They were in uniform, but instead of wearing slacks, they wore shorts.
“What in the world?” Vera said to Jamie the minute she saw them. “Would you look at how Lamar and his deputy are dressed?”
“Oh, my,” Beenie said, fanning himself. “Would you look at that deputy? I
’d like some of that.”
Even Jamie had to admit the shorts bordered on indecent. “I guess they changed to shorts because of the heat,” she said.
“Okay, ladies,” Lamar said. “What’s going on here?” He was tugging at his shorts as if he found them uncomfortable.
Jamie opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Lamar’s deputy. “Lamar, these women are obviously picketing, and they don’t have a permit. They’re breaking the law. We’ll have to arrest them.”
This brought another gasp from the crowd. Jamie didn’t know if they feared jail or were afraid the men would bust out of their shorts.
“I’m guilty,” Beenie shouted, waving both hands in the air. “I insist that your deputy take me away immediately.”
Lamar looked bewildered as he gazed at the crowd of women. “Are you sure about that, Joe?” he asked the deputy.
“Yes, sir.”
Jamie stepped forward. “Lamar, you don’t have a jail large enough to hold all these women.” She tried to ignore Beenie tugging on her blouse.
“Well, that’s true. But like Joe says, you’re breaking the law, and I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
Vera shot Lamar a dark look. “You wouldn’t dare arrest us. Besides, nobody is picketing anyone. Maxine Chambers is holding a big sale, and we’re standing in line to get into her store.”
“I’m confused,” Lamar said.
“That’s obvious,” Vera said, “or you wouldn’t be dressed like that.”
“Huh? Oh, you mean the shorts. I think the measurements were off because they’re kinda snug.”
Beenie moaned and bit his hand.
Jamie called out from her place on the ladder. “Ladies, Chief Tevis has the mistaken impression that we’re picketing Maxine’s store without a permit, which is against the law. We could all be arrested. But Vera just assured him that we’re here for Maxine’s grand opening sale, so what do you say? Who wants to buy a new nightgown today?”
Everyone in the crowd raised their hand.
MAX LOOKED PLEASED WITH JAMIE WHEN SHE crossed the street to his car. “Why are you grinning?” she asked.
“I’m proud of you, Swifty. You stood up for what you believed in. And from the looks of it, the lady who owns that store is going to make a hell of a lot of sales today.”
MAX AND JAMIE SPENT MOST OF THE DAY WORKING to get the newspaper out on time and pondering what information Muffin had for them. By the time they sent the newspaper to press, both were tired. They dropped Fleas off at Jamie’s house, and drove to a nearby Chinese restaurant for dinner.
Jamie noticed Max was quiet. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I’m disappointed that we don’t seem to be any closer to solving Luanne Ritter’s murder than we were in the beginning.”
Jamie nodded. “I’m worried, too, Max. Especially since Destiny said there was going to be another murder, and it would be someone I know.” Max remained quiet. “I know I didn’t take Destiny seriously at first, and I’m probably crazy for saying this, but what if, just what if she’s right? What if the killer is still out there looking for his next victim?” When Max didn’t respond, she went on. “Are you listening to me?”
“Yeah. You just don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”
She leaned back in her seat, noting the serious look on his face. “What is it?”
Max met her gaze. “We’ve never discussed this, but it’s been in the back of my mind all along. If Luanne Ritter’s murder had something to do with her business dealings, that’s one thing. If her murder involved the personals section, that’s a different story. But if he strikes again, it’s a whole new ballgame, you know that, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“It means we’re dealing with a serial killer.”
VERA WAS ODDLY QUIET WHEN MAX AND JAMIE ARrived at the office the next morning with Fleas on their heels. Jamie spoke to her and grabbed the morning mail. When Vera didn’t respond, Jamie looked up. The woman looked pale, the lines around her mouth drawn. “Is something wrong?” Jamie asked.
Vera glanced from Jamie to Max and finally to Jamie again. “You haven’t heard, have you?”
Max and Jamie exchanged looks. “Heard what?” Jamie asked.
“Maxine Chambers was found dead in the back of her store last night.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAMIE DROPPED THE MAIL AND IT SCATTERED across the floor. She felt her stomach take a dive. All at once, her lips became numb, her knees rubbery, and she felt a blackness descending. Max noted it right away and reached for her. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I—I need to sit.”
He helped her into her office as Vera followed. “I’m sorry I just blurted it out,” the older woman said, “but I haven’t been myself since I heard the news.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Jamie said, sitting on the sofa.
Max immediately shoved her head between her legs. “Get some wet paper towels,” he told Vera.
Fleas came to Jamie’s side as though he sensed a problem. Jamie kept her head down until the nausea passed. Vera returned with the wet paper towels and handed them to her.
“What happened?” Jamie managed.
“One of Lamar’s deputies saw the lights on when he drove by late last night and decided to check it out,” Vera said. “The back door was open.”
“How did she—” Jamie couldn’t say the word.
“Same as Luanne Ritter. A fatal blow to the head.”
Jamie felt sick again, mopped her face with the wet towels.
“Take deep breaths,” Max said.
She gulped in air.
“I feel so bad for her,” Vera said. “Especially after everybody gave her such a hard time yesterday. I tell you, something isn’t right in this town. I’m wondering if the two murders are connected in some way.”
Max and Jamie exchanged looks.
Vera checked her wristwatch. “Oh, darn, I’m supposed to be at the doctor’s office in fifteen minutes.”
“Are you ill?” Jamie asked.
“No, it’s just my yearly checkup, but if I cancel there’s no telling how long I’ll have to wait for my next appointment. Not that I’m in much of a mind to go,” she added. She studied Jamie, as if unsure what to do.
Jamie continued to breathe deeply. “You need to go,” she said between breaths. “I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure?” Vera said.
“I’ll stay with her,” Max said.
Vera left a few minutes later. Max touched Jamie’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“The nausea has finally passed.” She felt the sting of tears, blinked them back. “It’s just such a shock.”
Max retrieved the mail and placed it on the coffee table before her. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yeah, we need to find the killer.” Jamie glanced at the stack of mail and shuffled through it if for no other reason than to have something to do. There were five new ads for her personals section, but more than a dozen addressed to the Divine Love Goddess Advisor. She was surprised to find they’d written in so soon. She put the mail aside and looked at Max.
“Destiny was right. Not only do we have a new murder on our hands, I knew the victim personally.”
“It’s a small town, Jamie. You know a lot of people.”
She wasn’t listening. “Brent Walker,” she said suddenly. “He threatened Maxine yesterday.” She jumped as someone knocked on the door. Destiny peeked in.
“I heard the news on the radio and came straight over. Are you okay?”
Jamie shrugged.
“We’ll find the person responsible.”
“Yeah, but how many people have to die in the meantime?” Jamie’s eyes glistened. “Poor Maxine. She had so many dreams for her store.”
Destiny seemed at a loss for words. The three of them were quiet for a moment. Destiny glanced at the mail. “Is any of that for me?”
Jami
e swiped at her eyes. “Most of it’s for you.”
They were interrupted by another knock on the door. Jamie wasn’t surprised to find Police Chief Lamar Tevis standing there.
He glanced at Destiny, studied her a moment, then moved to Jamie. “From the looks on your faces I take it you’ve heard.”
Jamie nodded. “We all feel awful about it.”
Lamar glanced at Destiny again. “Jamie, I need to speak to you and Max. In private,” he added.
Jamie feared the worst was to come. “Lamar, this is Destiny Moultrie. She has been helping Max and me study the case. You can speak freely in front of her. But please, won’t you sit down? Would you like coffee?”
Lamar shook his head as he sat on the sofa. “I’ve been up all night, had my quota of caffeine.” He hesitated. “I’m afraid I have some more bad news for you. We searched Maxine’s store and her house, and we found a clipping of the personals section from your newspaper on her kitchen table. We don’t know if she actually called anyone, because none of the ads had been circled, but—” He paused and reached into his shirt pocket. He pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it.
Just what Jamie had been dreading.
“I have a court order here,” he said, handing Jamie an official document, “for you to hand over any information you have on those who’ve placed or answered ads in your column. In the meantime, I’m going to request that you stop running the column. At least until we get to the bottom of this.”
“I’ll need to make copies for you,” Max said, reaching into his briefcase for the file they’d started.
Jamie stood. Her knees still trembled. “I’ll make them,” she said, needing to do something. She hurried out to the reception area, thankful that Vera was not around to ask questions. When she returned with the copies, she handed them to Lamar.
He glanced through them. “Larry Johnson. Now there’s a name I recognize. We’ve already had a few run-ins with him, a domestic-violence charge being one of them. Unfortunately, his wife dropped the charges.”
“He has a serious alcohol and anger problem,” Jamie said.