together,â I noted.
âYeah, but even then he didnât tell me much of anything. The point is, Martin didnât gossip. He didnât complain about the other cops on the force. He just did his job, and did it well. And he pissed some people off because that was the kind of guy he was.â I felt it was best not to pass along Paulâs contention that the afterlife held at least one person who thought Detective Ferry had been working hand-in-glove with the local mob.
âI get it. You donât know the people in Seaside Heights, but youâre concerned that they might be sweeping Detective Ferryâs death under the rug.â I heard Melissa quicken her step behind me so she could hear better. A thought struck me, and I almost stopped walking. âDo you think someone in the department he was working in might have killed Detective Ferry and covered it up?â I asked.
McEloneâs mouth might have twitched just a little in irritation; not with me, but with the suggestion. âIâm not saying anything like that. The point Iâm making is that I donât know what the situation is here, or there. And thatâs why Iâm not ever going to mention your name to anyone. That, and the fact that if they knew I was checking with a ghost person, theyâd laugh me out of the job.â
It took me a moment to decipher what sheâd just said, and then I lowered my voice so that Melissa couldnât hear. âYou think I might be in some danger?â I asked.
McElone gave me one of her patented sardonic sideways glances. âNo,â she said with emphasis. âIâm telling you this so that youâll use the proper caution, though I donât really believe there will be any reason whatsoever for you to put it into use. Understand?â
âWas that sarcasm?â Sometimes itâs hard to tell. Weâre from New Jersey. Iâve heard people say hello sarcastically.
She shook her head. âI mean it sincerely. Iâm giving you some backup folders because this case is not on the books. Iâm giving you my cell number so you can find me when Iâm not at work. And Iâm suggesting that you not mention any of this to people you donât know and trust because I still have no idea who killed Martin. Is that clear enough?â
âCrystal,â I said.
âGood. Now forget everything except the being-careful part until you talk to some ghost who has a story to tell. Then you call me. Got that?â
Seven
After McElone turned around and walked away, no doubt to pack up the one stray paper clip on her impeccably neat desk and take her leave of absence, Melissa and I took Wendy to the Stud Muffin, where her mother, Barbara, reported a lovely evening out with her husband, and we reported a lovely evening spent in with Wendy.
The whole way back home, Melissa peppered me with questions about Detective Ferry, what McElone had told me when Melissa couldnât hear (I answered with something terrifically helpful like, âOh, it was nothing important, honeyâ) and what we were going to do to help.
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Iâm
going to do exactly what I promised the lieutenant Iâd do,â I told her. âWait for Paul to get some information to pass along, and then pass it along. The rest of the time, Iâm going to be a good innkeeper and a fabulous mother, just like always.â
She didnât even chuckle at the âfabulous motherâ crack. âBut we canât find Paul,â she said. âHow can he report anything if we donât get to talk to him?â
Liss had a point, but I didnât want to hear it. âHeâll be there when we get home,â I said with some very shaky confidence in my voice. âYouâll see.â I made a mental deal with myself that if Maxie wasnât in the house either when we got back, I was going to call Kitty and ask if everything was all right. Let Maxie get mad
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