Dzhim Fuzilli - Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 150, Nos. 5 & 6. Whole Nos. 914 & 915, November/December 2017

As this issue goes to press, Midnight, Texas, the third TV series based on Charlaine Harriss fiction, has begun airing on NBC! From 2008 through 2014, True Blood, adapted from the authors Southern Vampire Mysteries, was broadcast on HBO, and recently the Hallmark Channel presented a sixth two-hour movie derived from the Harris novels starring librarian Aurora Teagarden.

David Angola was leaning against Anne DeWitts car in the Travis High School parking lot. The bright early-fall sun shone on his newly shaved dark head. It was four-thirty on a Friday afternoon, and the lot was almost empty.

Anne did not get the surprise David had (perhaps) intended. She always looked out the window of her office after shed collected her take-home paperwork.

Anne hadnt stayed alive as long as she had by being careless.

After a few moments of inner debate, she decided to go home as usual. She might as well find out what David wanted. Anne was utterly alert as she walked toward him, her hand on the knife in her jacket pocket. She was very good with sharp instruments.

I come in peace, he called, smiling, holding out his hands to show they were empty. His white teeth flashed in a broad smile.

The last time Anne had seen David theyd been friends, or at least as close to friends as they could be. But that had been years ago. She stopped ten feet away. Whos minding Camp West while youre gone? she said.

Chloe, he said.

Dont remember her.

Chloe Montgomery, he said. Short blond hair? Six feet tall?

The one who went to Japan to study martial arts?

David nodded.

I didnt like her, but you obviously have a different opinion. Anne was only marking time with the conversation until she got a feel for the situation. She had no idea why David was here. Ignorance did not sit well with her.

Not up to me, David said.

Anne absorbed that. How could she not be your choice? Last I knew, you were still calling the shots.

For the past eight years, David Angola had been the head of Camp West, a very clandestine California training facility specializing in survival under harsh conditions... and harsh interrogation.

Anne had been his opposite number at Camp East, located in the Allegheny Mountains. Since the training was so rigorous, at least every other year a student didnt survive. This was the cost of doing business. However, a senators daughter had died at Camp East. Anne had been fired.

I was calling the shots until there were some discrepancies in the accounts. David looked away as he said that.

You got fired over a decimal point? Anne could scarcely believe it.

Lets call it a leave of absence while the situations being investigated, he said easily. But his whole posture read tense to Anne, and that contrasted with his camouflage as an average citizen. David always blended in. Though Anne remembered his taste as leaning toward silk T-shirts and designer jeans, today he wore a golf shirt and khakis under a tan windbreaker. Half the men in North Carolina were wearing some version of the same costume.

Anne considered her next question. So, you came here to do what?

I couldnt be in town and not lay eyes on you, darlin. I like the new nose, but the dark hair suited you better.

Anne shrugged. Her hair was an unremarkable chestnut. Her nose was shorter and thinner. Her eyebrows had been reshaped. She looked attractive enough. The point was that she did not look like Twyla Burnside. Youve seen me. Now what?

I mainly want to see my man, David said easily. I thought it was only good sense to check in with you first.

Anne was not surprised that David had come to see his former second-in-command, Holt Halsey. David had sent Holt to keep an eye on Anne when shed gotten some death threats... at least, that was the explanation Holt had given Anne. Shed taken it with a pinch of salt.

So go see him. Anne glanced down at her watch. Holt should have locked up the gym by now. Hes probably on his way home. Im sure you have his address. Aside from that one quick glance, shed kept her eyes on David. His hands were empty, but that meant nothing to someone as skilled as he was. Theyd both been instructors before theyd gotten promoted.

David straightened up and took a step toward his car, a rental. I hated to see you get the axe. Cassies not a patch on you.

Water under the bridge, Anne said stiffly.

Holt had a similar issue, David said casually. Apparently, he was fishing to find out if Anne knew why Holt had left Camp West.

Anne didnt, and shed never asked. What is this really about, David?

Im at loose ends. I havent taken a vacation in two years. Im always at the camp. But until they find out who actually took the money, they dont want me around. I didnt have anything to do. So I came to see Greg. Holt.

That wasnt totally ridiculous. I think hell be glad to see you, Anne said. When will you know the verdict?

Soon, I hope. Theres an independent audit going on. Itll prove Im innocent. You know me. I always had a lot of trouble with the budgeting part of my job. Holt did most of the work. Makes it more of a joke, that Oversight thinks Im sophisticated enough to embezzle.

Thats Oversights job, to be suspicious. Embezzling. No wonder David had taken a trip across country. You didnt want to be in Oversights crosshairs if the news was bad.

Okay, Im on my way, he said, slapping the hood of his white Nissan.

Have a good visit, Anne said.

Sure thing. David straightened and sauntered to his rental car. Holts place is close?

About six miles south. Its a small complex on the left, all townhomes. Crow Creek Village. Hes number eight.

Has he taken to North Carolina?

You can ask him, she said, smiling pleasantly. Would this conversation never end?

He nodded. Good to see you... Anne.

Anne watched until Davids car was out of sight. Then she allowed herself to relax. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and tapped a number on speed dial.

Anne, Holt said. I was

David Angola is here, she said. He was waiting for me when I came out of the school.

Holt was silent for a moment. Why?

He says they asked him to leave the camp while the books are being audited. Moneys missing. Hes on his way to see you.

Okay. Holt didnt sound especially alarmed or excited.

They hung up simultaneously.

Anne wondered if Holt was worried about this unexpected visit. Or maybe he was simply happy his former boss was in town.

Maybe hed even known David was coming, but Anne thought not. Ive fallen into bad habits. I felt secure. I quit questioning things I should have questioned. Anne was more shaken than she wanted to admit to herself when she entertained the thought Holt might have been playing a long game.

The short drive home was anything but pleasant.

Annes home was on an attractive cul-de-sac surrounded by a thin circle of woodland. Shed never had a house before, and shed looked at many places before shed picked this two-story red brick with white trim. It was somewhat beyond her salary, but Anne let it be understood that the insurance payout from her husbands death had formed the down payment.

Anne noted with satisfaction that the yard crew had come in her absence. The flower beds had been readied for winter. Shed tried working outside it seemed so domestic, so in character for her new persona but it had bored her profoundly.