Chapter Four
Oskar wiped a hand over his face as he climbed into his convertible mustang. After a long night of being interrogated by his friends and coworkers, he needed to take some time and clear his head. Part of him wanted to jump right into this investigation and help solve Fezioni's murder just to prove that he wasn't part of it, but that wasn't wise, considering he was the prime suspect at the moment.
A frown crossed his face when he saw Melody Zabat leave the police station where the FBI had taken up residence. She had a phone glued to her ear, but she kept glancing to her side while she spoke.
His first search about her when he came to Blackcliff and was looking at buying property showed that she was probably the best realtor in the town, but since she found Fezioni's body he had done a more thorough search.
What he had found surprised him. It turned out that Melody had been a part of no less than a dozen murder investigations over the past few years. Each time she had found the bodies and provided instrumental information that helped close the cases. Barton had gotten himself involved each time, too. It was quite the coincidence.
Oskar didn't believe in coincidences.
He followed her out of town, keeping his distance. She didn't seem to notice him and stopped on the bridge where Fezioni's body had been found. Oskar frowned. What was she doing here? He slowed and stopped, watching as she got out of her car. She had a fishing rod and tackle with her. Fishing?
His Eagle made a frustrated noise–he loved to fish as an Eagle, soaring over the water to dive-bomb the fish swimming against the currents. It had been too long since he had been able to indulge in that activity.
Oskar waited until Melody headed down under the bridge before he got out of his car. He couldn't really believe that she was going fishing in the same location she had found a dead body just days before.
Or put there, he thought grimly.
He didn't want to think that Melody was a murderer. She was a pretty woman, with spunk and fire that he found very attractive. However, he knew that even the most beautiful women were capable of extreme violence, and he couldn't take risks.
Moving quietly, he followed the trail under the bridge, crouching in the bushes to keep himself concealed. Just as he thought, Melody had abandoned her fishing gear and was poking around in the bushes and rocks. His heart sank. Was she looking for something she had left behind? Or maybe she was looking for clues.
Oskar grinned suddenly, almost wanting to laugh in relief. Of course. She was an adrenaline junkie. The kind of woman who sought out crimes, and then used their unassuming appearance to weasel their way into the suspect's confidence until she solved the case. Melody Zabat was an amateur sleuth in full Jessica Fletcher, Murder, She Wrote style.
Or she could be a murderer.
But Oskar didn't want to believe that. It had been a long time since he had met a woman that he felt instantly drawn to like he had with Melody.
He was about to stand and reveal his presence when she began talking. He instantly tensed, certain that he had been discovered, but Melody was still poking around the rocks and didn't so much as look in his direction.
"Are you sure he had your necklace with you?" A pause and Melody looked up and to her left. She let out an annoyed breath and put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. "Well, I don't see it now. If he had it, then it probably fell into the river and was washed away."
Oskar's brows knit. Did she have a Bluetooth device on? He strained to look, but when Melody turned he could see both her ears were clear.
"No, I am not going into the water looking for it." Another pause. "Because I didn't bring my swimming suit." She tossed her head and made an annoyed sound. "No, I am not skinny dipping… Because anybody could stop by and see me!"
Was she insane? It would explain the whole murder-chasing obsession she seemed to have. Pity. A woman that pretty really should have her faculties about her. Not that mental illnesses discriminated, or that less attractive people somehow deserved mental illnesses more. Really, he was just disappointed that it was Melody. He had been debating asking her on a date once his business dealings with her were completed, but he didn't have the understanding or patience to be able to support her if she wasn't all there. Or maybe he would. He could at least try. He was ready to start taking more personal responsibility in his life.
"What is the big deal about this necklace, anyway? Is it because you think it will prove that Fezioni killed you?"
Oskar's eyes widened. What?
"Why does it matter to you so much that Oskar knows that he was right? You do realize that if we find proof that Fezioni killed you, it only gives him more motive and if he didn't kill him—" Melody shook her head. "Then just tell me what you want!"
Oskar had heard enough. His heart was pounding, his throat dry. Barton must have told Melody about Cindy, and she must have seen him. This was just her mocking him somehow. His Eagle beat its wings and he sprang to his feet, striding towards the realtor as she continued to talk to the air.
"Okay, you can stop now," he snarled.
At least, he had been intending to. As soon as he started talking, Melody let out a blood-curdling shriek and jumped two feet into the air. She whipped around, hands coming up into a defensive posture. Oskar was so surprised by her reaction that he jumped back himself, his words dying in his throat.
"What are you doing here?" Melody demanded, her eyes narrowing. Her hands trembled as she put them on her hips, but she jutted out her chin and glared at him.
"What are you doing here?" he shot back. "And don't pretend that you didn't know I was here."
A wary look came to her eyes. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to hear you talking. Did Barton tell you about Cindy? Do you think it's funny to bring her up here, now?"
Melody's hands dropped. "Of course not. It's not funny at all. Look, I didn't know you were here. I was just talking to myself. I do that sometimes, you can ask anybody. I just remembered seeing a woman's necklace when I found the body, but Uncle Todd said no necklace was found, and I thought it might be important. I was looking for it."
Oskar's eyes narrowed. Talking to herself? Unlikely. And yet she seemed genuinely surprised to see him. "Assuming what you're saying is true, why pretend that you were having a conversation with Cindy?"
Her eyes darted to the left and she shrugged. "Uncle Todd told me that you thought Fezioni killed her, and sometimes it helps for me to pretend like I'm talking with somebody… Look, I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry that I upset you." She flinched suddenly and put a hand over one ear. "For the record, I think you're right. From what Uncle Todd told me, Fezioni makes sense for the kidnapping. I'm really sorry for your loss."
Despite himself, Oskar's shoulders relaxed. She just sounded so genuine. He'd met a lot of actors and charlatans over the years, and he could always trust his gut. Right now it was saying that Melody was telling the truth. At least, mostly.
"Okay. I'm sorry I scared you."
Melody's eyes flashed and she put her hands on her hips again. "Yeah, you should try not doing that. Everybody in town is convinced that you're a murderer, you know, and sneaking up on people might make them do crazy things. The last thing you need is to be killed by someone who thinks you're going to kill them, and not be able to clear your name."
Oskar's brows rose. "So you don't think that I'm guilty of killing Fezioni? Even after what Barton told you about Cindy?"
Again she glanced to her left. Oskar glanced that way as well, but there was nothing there. A nervous tick, perhaps? He studied her as she stood there in silence. She wore sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was so unlike the women he was usually attracted to. But then, perhaps that was exactly what he needed. After all, none of his relationships had worked out so far.
Maybe I should keep my head in the game. Fezioni is dead but we still don't have any answers. Plus, I'm a murder suspect. That will be enough to scare her away, even if nothing else is.
"I don't know," she said eventually, then shook her head. "No. I don't think you did it. I don't think you were involved at all. It sounded to me like you wanted closure, justice. And you seem like the kind of guy that does things methodically."
"Methodically?
"If you were going to kill Fezioni, it would be a much cleverer setup than this. You wouldn't even be a suspect. Besides, you have oodles of money. You'd have paid somebody to kill him."
She sounded so confident that Oskar had to be impressed. An amateur Jessica Fletcher she might be, but she knew her stuff.
"I'm barred from the investigation," he said slowly, watching her to gauge her reaction. "But I want to find out what happened here just as much as anybody else. You have got connections to the case, and you're obviously a clever woman."
Melody's eyes widened. "You mean you want to work with me to solve the murder? No. No way. I'm done with killers and murders. I've been forced into too many—" she winced suddenly and glared to her left.
What was she looking at?
"On the other hand, that might not be a bad idea," she ground out through her teeth. "I'll meet you for dinner. Uncle Todd doesn't want me going anywhere near you, but we're still working with the whole realty thing. I'll bring some property listings and there won't be anything he can do about it. Old Gossip at six?"
Oskar repressed a smile and nodded. "It's a date."
"It is not a date. It's a meeting." Melody glared at him for another moment before she gathered up her fishing rod and tackle and marched back up the trail. Oskar watched her go, then turned to the river. So this was where Fezioni died.
It was peaceful. Too bad Fezioni had to die in such a beautiful location.
His Eagle chattered and Oskar sighed, heading back to his car.