As the outsider looking in, Jocelyne didnt know what a strangers death meant to the man whod held her captive all the way back to town. By the whiteness of his fisted hands, shed have to guess that it meant a lot.
Holding the coffee mug in one hand, the captain clutched the other hand to his gut. This case is giving me an ulcer. He dug in his pocket and unearthed a roll of antacids, popping one into his mouth. He chewed and then washed it down with the last of the coffee.
Jocelyne cringed. You know, if you cut back on the coffee and high-fat foods and go on a regimen of mastic gum, that ulcer might go away.
The man turned to Jocelyne, as if seeing her for the first time. You think so? Id give up my right arm to make my stomach feel better. He stared down into his mug, then up at her. Who are you?
She stuck out her hand. Jocelyne Baker. Im a holistic healer. You knownatural cures versus surgery and drug company medications.
Captain Patrick Swanson. The older mans brows rose. Mastic gum? Where do I find that?
At any health food store or you can get it from me. I keep a stock of natural products and herbs. Its my business. She waited for the usual frown to appear on the mans face, but was surprised when he smiled.
If you could fix me up with something to cure this pain in my gut, Id be forever grateful. He rubbed his belly and groaned. This case isnt helping.
Ill have some mastic gum capsules to you before the end of the day. Just as soon as I dig some out of my packing boxes.
Great. Captain Swanson glanced at Andrei, his face drawn and showing his age. For now, we have a murder to solve, dont we?
Jocelyne took the opportunity to escape while Andrei wasnt physically stopping her. If you dont need me anymore, Ill be on my way.
The captain redirected his attention to her. Ill have questions for you later, after we recover the body. You dont have plans to leave town, do you?
No, Im here for an extended stay. You can reach me at the Cliffside Inn. Tell you what, come by later with your questions, and Ill have your mastic gum.
Are you a guest there? he asked.
A twinge of disappointment squeezed Jocelynes chest. The older man hadnt remembered her. What did she expect? As a teenager, shed done her best to be invisible, wearing drab clothing and a hat over her brilliant red hair. Not until shed moved away from Ravens Cliff had she had the courage to be herself. No. I live there.
Do I know you? The captains eyes narrowed. Baker, huh? Any relation to Hazel?
Jocelyne inhaled and let it out. She was an adult now, and she could handle any ridicule thrown her way. Shes my mother.
Ah, the innkeepers daughter. He nodded, a smile softening his face. I thought you looked familiar. Id heard youd come back to Ravens Cliff. Well then, good. Ill know where to look when I need to ask questions.
She nodded, a swell of relief rushing over her. Then Ill be on my way.
A large, calloused hand clamped onto her arm. Im taking you there. Andreis chin set in a hard line.
The hairs on the back of her neck bristled. For the past ten years, shed been independent of anyone telling her what to do. Even the two men in her life hadnt interfered with her decisions. But with a body lying at the base of Ravens Cliff, she didnt want to make it a big deal.
With firm resolve, she peeled his hand off her arm. No. You have much more important things to do. Ill be fine on my own. That said, she left, refusing to give him the opportunity to argue.
Having lost her sandals somewhere along the cliff, Jocelyne walked barefoot, her feet more tender than when she was a girl. The day was dreary, with clouds hanging low on the horizon and no sun to cast shadows or shed light into dark corners.
She hurried past the shops, hoping she didnt bump into anyone else before she got home. All her old insecurities about being the village kooks daughter surfaced to haunt her every step.
The Cliffside Inn stood near the town square, stately and welcoming after the horror of finding a womans dead body floating in the surf. Until she reached the inn, shed felt fine. Numb, but fine. As soon as her feet touched the first step, her knees shook. By the time she opened the door, her entire body shook.
When all she wanted to do was go up to her room and collapse across her bed, she knew she couldnt. Her baby needed nourishment. She had to get food in her stomach, even if eating was the last thing she wanted to do. This living being growing inside relied on her to care for him or her. This baby had not yet been introduced to this cold, callous world, where a woman wasnt safe even in a small peaceful town like Ravens Cliff.
Tears stung Jocelynes eyes. What a world to bring a child into. Had her curse followed her back to Ravens Cliff?
When her first lover died seven years ago, shed attributed it to bad luck that hed been run over by a city bus. When the father of her unborn child fell on the subway tracks and was crushed by several tons of train, Jocelyne had thought long and hard. The common denominator was that they both loved her. Nothing else about their lives was the same. They had different occupations, different looks and different philosophies. But theyd dared to love her.
Despite her desire to put her mothers Wicca beliefs behind her, Jocelyne couldnt help but wonder if there was truth in the saying, Nothing is ever a coincidence. All actions, all events have a purpose.
With the death of Tyler Reed, her babys father, and newly pregnant, Jocelyne had struggled to hold it together. In the end, she was drawn back to where her troubles began. Maybe if she resolved her anger with her mother, the rest of her life would get better and the curse would lift. She hoped so for the sake of her unborn child.
The image of a girl dressed in white, lying at the bottom of the cliff, stabbed at her empty stomach, making it knot in pain. So far it looked as though her curse had followed her and extended beyond men who loved her. Was she destined to be followed by a black cloud of doom?
AFTER SPENDING THE DAY watching the state crime team comb the cliffs and the rocky shore below, Andrei was physically and emotionally exhausted. But he couldnt stop until he found the murderer. He owed it to Sofia, his beautiful little sister whod been the third victim of the Seaside Strangler.
Angelas body had been recovered before noon and taken directly to the coroner where an autopsy was begun immediately. Mayor Wells had been there holding his breath when they pulled her from the surf, his face gray and lined with worry. Only when they turned her over and proved for certain she was Angela, did he draw in a shaky breath and run a hand through his thick, graying hair, standing it on end. Hed left shortly afterward, without a word to the captain, disappearing from the scene like a ghost.
Andrei knew what the medical examiner would say. Died of strangulation by a necklace of rare seashells. The same fate as his sister, her friend Cora and Rebecca Johnson.
Failure ate at his gut, stirring his anger. No clues had surfaced thus far to point the police force in the right direction. No fingerprints, no DNA samples from the attacker. Nothing. In a small community like Ravens Cliff, it shouldnt be so hard to find a killer.
But for the past several months, the perpetrator had eluded detection, slipped through their grasp and killed again.