Perfect Alibi

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“Yeah...right...” She took in a deep breath as she reached for her purse. “So have you heard about the young woman who was brutally murdered in Portland just two days ago? Wednesday night...” She could hear the flat tone in her voice—emotionless and dead.

“Not that I can recall.” He gave her a slightly puzzled look. “Why?”

She twisted her purse handle. “Well, maybe I should tell you about it.”

He frowned as he removed the key from the ignition. “Okay, but let’s go in and get something to eat.”

“Definitely,” she declared with relief. “You’re right. We need food.”

“Yeah. Never discuss murder on an empty stomach...right?” He gave her a lopsided smile.

As they walked into the restaurant, Mallory called on all her self-control to push every thought of Kestra’s grisly murder from her mind. Right now she needed to focus on getting some nourishment. Something she hadn’t had for days. And without the basics like food and sleep, she would be useless, anyway. At least she was safe right now. In a public place. Logan by her side. It seemed unlikely that anything could go wrong. As they entered the diner, a county deputy at the counter exchanged greetings with Logan. See? she asked herself. How much safer can it get?

After they were seated at a corner table, Logan grew somber. “I know we have a lot of serious talking to do,” he began, “but while we’re eating, let’s just keep it light, okay? Better for digestion.”

She nodded eagerly. “Absolutely.”

He looked relieved. “And we can use this time to get reacquainted. I want to hear about your job in Portland and why you were able to give up our sweet little town of Clover to live in the big bad city.” He grinned as he picked up a menu. “All right, that’s not fair. I know lots of folks who would choose city living over this. It’s just that I happen to like it here.”

“There’s a lot to like,” she admitted. And right now it was more appealing than ever. The thought of returning to Portland...to her apartment...her job...it sounded as daunting as climbing Mount Everest.

“So tell me about your career.” Logan laid his menu down, listening intently as Mallory told him about taking journalism in college. “I’d always dreamed of working on a TV news show, but everyone acted like it was the impossible dream.”

Mallory paused as a pretty young waitress named Corkie took their order. She didn’t recognize her, but Corkie was obviously on friendly terms with Logan. And why not? But, unless it was Mallory’s imagination, Corkie was being pretty chilly to her. Not to mention staring rudely. Maybe it was Mallory’s rumpled-looking suit. Whatever the case, Mallory was glad when Corkie finally left.

Mallory continued to tell Logan about her job, moving from college to her internship at the television station. “It was so amazing to get it. Especially since it seemed like half of the journalism students had applied for it. Mom told me I landed it because all her church friends had been praying for me. And then, after just one year, they took me on as a full-time staff writer. The youngest one they’d ever hired.” She smiled to remember how good that had felt. But then her smile faded when she remembered what Brock had told her...after she’d broken it off with him.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked.

“Oh, nothing.” It wasn’t so much that she wanted to keep it from him, but as he’d suggested, they should eat this meal in peace. She took a slow sip of water, trying to erase Brock’s vengeful words from her mind. You only got this job because I put in a good word for you, he’d told her. Without me, you’re nothing. You’ll see.

Mallory forced a smile. “Enough about me. I want to hear about your career. I know you’re the fire chief and, according to my dad, you’re the youngest chief Clover has ever had.” She held up her water glass in a toast. “Here’s to you and me having something in common.”

He clicked her glass with twinkling eyes. “Here’s to having a whole lot more in common.”

She felt her cheeks warm but hoped that his words would come true—that they would get better acquainted and then...who knew?

He told her about attending college while volunteering as a firefighter, and how he’d felt lucky to get a job in his hometown. “I don’t know if you heard, but my dad died while I was in college. I wanted to be around to help my mom and sis.”

“I’m so sorry about your dad,” she told him. “I hadn’t heard. That’s so great you can be here for your family.”

They continued to visit until their lunch was served. Fortunately the diner was busier now and Corkie didn’t loiter long, but she did give Mallory a slightly glowering look. Was it possible that she was jealous? That seemed silly. And silly to fret over it. Especially since, for the first time since Wednesday night, Mallory felt ravenous. As they ate their food, they continued to chat congenially. Almost as if this was a date. And Mallory felt like a normal person. Almost, anyway. But it did give her hope.

“Logan!” A redheaded woman in a dark blue uniform came up to their table with a big smile on her face and a newspaper in her hand. “I was just looking for you.”

“Oh.” Logan’s smile looked stiff. “I stayed on to investigate at the Myers’ place. I’m on my lunch now.”

“I can see that.” The woman stared at Mallory with a creased brow.

Logan looked at Mallory. “This is Winnie Halston,” he said politely. “She’s one of my firefighters.” He looked back up at Winnie. “And this is Mallory Myers. She’s Deputy Myers’ daughter and—”

“Oh, I know exactly who she is.” Winnie waved her newspaper. “In fact, she’s on the front page of this morning’s newspaper.” She pointed to a photo of Mallory, next to a photo of Kestra.

“What’s that about?” Logan looked understandably confused.

“You didn’t know that Mallory is a suspect in a pretty gruesome murder case?” Winnie’s auburn brows arched high.

“What?” Logan looked from Winnie to Mallory.

“You weren’t aware that you’re having lunch with a murderer, Logan?” Winnie laughed, nudging Mallory in the arm with her elbow. “Oh, I’m sure you’re innocent, honey. I mean the police wouldn’t have let you out if you were guilty, would they? But, hey, you’re on the front page. Must be thrilling.”

“Not really,” Mallory said in a flat tone. “In fact, Kestra was my best friend and I’ve been—”

“I know!” Winnie waved her newspaper. “Says here that you and the murder victim were in a love triangle with Brock Dennison.” She turned to Logan with wide eyes. “You know who that is, don’t you? Just the hunkiest news guy in the Northwest. I watch him every chance I get. At six and eleven. Brock Dennison.” She said his name dreamily. “No wonder he’s got girls fighting over him.” She laughed.

“What on earth are you saying?” Logan demanded.

“Oh, it’s all right here.” She dropped the newspaper on his empty plate. “Hear ye, hear ye, read all about it.”

“Just because it’s in the paper doesn’t mean it’s true,” Mallory said in a wooden tone. She felt her stomach turning as she clenched her fists beneath the table. “News writers don’t always get their facts straight.” She looked at Logan. His eyes were locked on the newspaper and his expression was grim as he stared at the article on the front page.

“Maybe so,” Winnie said back to her. “But you know what they say...where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mallory demanded.

“It means I think it’s a little suspicious that a murder suspect shows up here while her parents are gone and suddenly their house nearly burns down.”

“What?” Mallory glanced over at Logan, but he was still intent on the newspaper.

“Strange coincidence, don’t you think?”

“I honestly don’t know what to think,” Mallory said in all sincerity. “But I’m pretty sure that the same person who killed my friend is responsible for the fire, too.”

“Yep.” Winnie gave a victorious nod. “Just what I am saying.”

“Huh?” Mallory felt slightly dazed now.

“Sorry if I interrupted your lunch.” Winnie patted her on the back. “But I just thought it was pretty exciting to think that a murderer—from our own little town—has been dating Brock Dennison. And to be a murder suspect and possible arsonist, well, it just has the makings for a real good Lifetime movie.” She nudged Logan. “Don’tcha think?”

Logan just rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve made your point, Winnie. Now if you’ll excuse us.”

“You coming back to the station?” she asked as she moved away from their table.

“Yeah. My shift is over at three. I’ll be back before that to do my reports.” As he stood, he pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty down. “Come on.” He reached for Mallory’s hand. “Let’s get outta here.”

Leaving the detestable newspaper on the table, he led her toward the door, but before they could exit, Corkie came out and spoke to Logan in a low voice. “I heard what Winnie just said,” she said. “I thought that was who you were with, but I didn’t want to be rude and say so.”

“Gotta go,” he said abruptly.

“You be careful,” Corkie called out.

“Always am,” Logan called back as he opened the door.

Mallory felt her stomach churning as they went outside into the hot sun. She hoped she wasn’t going to throw up again. She’d done enough of that on Wednesday night. Logan was still holding her hand as he led her to the pickup. He said nothing as he opened the passenger door and helped her in. His gestures were polite, but his expression was grim. Mallory knew she had some explaining to do.