as she’d driven in, and assorted skulls and goblins adorning some houses and businesses. Most of the town would turn out for the yearly Halloween party at Leveler’s Inn and Conference Center, a local happening as big as the Fourth of July. She’d checked, and the Halloween bash was still being held at Leveler’s Inn. She’d come prepared for the festivities with an ornate Venetian mask, bought two years earlier when she’d visited Las Vegas for a bachelorette party, and a long crimson cloak to go with it. What a fine opportunity to start nosing around.
She was shown to her honeymoon suite by Mrs. Trumbo, a big woman with silver-and-black skeleton earrings hanging from her earlobes and an apron with a picture of a growling red cat on it tied around her substantial middle. She smelled great, and Pippa said so. “Oatmeal cookies?”
Mrs. Trumbo beamed. “Yes, and wait until you taste one. Just look at me.” Mrs. Trumbo patted her middle. “My special Halloween oatmeal cookies are shaped like ghosts and goblins and monsters. I decorate them all in orange and black—well, the ghosts are white. They’ll be out of the oven in exactly six minutes. Do come down and have one while they’re nice and warm and gooey. I don’t suppose there’s a Mr. Cinelli coming? To make proper use of this marvelous suite?”
“Sorry, I’m alone, a real shame. This will be my home away from home for a while, maybe a week. I heard about the Halloween party at Leveler’s Inn. Do you go? Will it be fun?”
“Oh my, yes, it’s always a drunken hoot. I hear it’ll be even bigger this year. Guess what, Ms. Cinelli. I have a special circular bed for you. I’m told it’s all the thing for young people. Me? I think it’s strange, myself, feels like I’m sleeping on a big round cookie.”
“First time I’ll be sleeping on a round bed,” Pippa said. “I’ll let you know. Thank you, Mrs. Trumbo. I’ll be down as soon as I can for the cookie. Have you been here long?”
“You know, I lived here, then left, then moved back, and when the Calders left five years ago to retire to Maine, not Florida, I bought the house and turned it into a B&B.” She paused a moment. “My husband, the late Major Trumbo, had thoughts, too, of a B&B, but then he up and died of a heart attack. When you have breakfast tomorrow in the living room, I’ll show you his urn on the mantel, all gold and shiny. So now it’s my B&B, all mine.” She beamed at Pippa. “I had to spend a pretty penny updating the bathroom here. Cut out a utility closet to make it nice and big, and to fit the Jacuzzi tub, large enough for a party, if you ask me.” She sighed. “Major Trumbo would have gotten a kick out of it, poor old geezer.”
When she was alone, Pippa walked to the two wide windows at the front of the room and stared out over three blocks of St. Lumis toward the Chesapeake. The water looked cold and gray in the dying daylight. She saw most of the boats were already docked and secured for the night. She remembered the police station was on Main Street, a pedestrian name for a street in St. Lumis, and good luck for the person who’d sent the red box and the puzzle pieces. If Main Street had been named Bass Lane or Speckled Trout Avenue, a computer search would have found it quick as spit, as her grandfather loved to say.
She made a stop downstairs to get her oatmeal cookie, a ghost with gobs of white frosting. Her first bite tasted like pure warm sin. She could practically feel her blood sugar shoot up. Mrs. Trumbo gave her an orange pumpkin, carefully wrapped in a napkin, and Pippa slipped it into her jacket pocket. She walked out of Major Trumbo’s B&B, her beautiful crimson velvet cloak swirling around her black-booted feet. Leveler’s Inn stood three blocks west, set well back from Tautog Street, its deep front grounds beautifully planted and maintained. She remembered it had started out in what was then a poorer part of town, until it was bought by a corporation and made into a hotel that had lasted into the early new century. Then it was bought by Mr. Field Sleeman, St. Lumis’s only wealthy local, who’d revamped it into the new Leveler’s Inn, the town’s only