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The man lurched toward Mary, hands outstretched, white hair encrusted with mud and gore. The slash from his left ear to his jaw was raw and bright red. His eyeball seemed to dangle from his left eye socket and moaning sounds escaped from his lips with each step.
Mary didn't move. She stared as he got nearer and nearer. Millie, Mary's not-so-brave cocker spaniel, peered at him from behind Mary's legs and made a few moaning sounds.
'Your wig is slipping and your moans sound like stomach trouble. Other than that, you look pretty good,' Mary told the apparition, who frowned.
'I told Mom it slipped. It was Grams's when she got breast cancer, and I guess she wanted it big. Mom gave me some hairpins, but they don't work very well.' The apparition sighed. 'Other than that, what do you think?'
'I think it will be dark in the House of Horrors and you'll scare the daylights out of all the girls and some of the boys. Just try to groan a little louder. Think of how you'd feel after eating eight hot dogs.'
A wide grin appeared. 'I'd feel great, but I'll try to make it louder. How's this?'
He let loose with a groan that made Millie howl. Mary laughed. 'I think that will do just fine.'
The apparition nodded and lurched off, practicing as he went.
'Was that Bobby Connors?' Joy Maguire stood beside Mary, watching the retreating figure. 'I hope that's his House of Horrors costume. He'll have all the little ones in hysterics if he keeps wandering around the park like that.'
Mary turned to look at Joy. Millie wagged her stump of a tail.
'Yes, that's Bobby and he'll be in his position in the House of Horrors before people start arriving. Thank goodness the little ones have their own fun house.' She took another look at Joy and nodded. 'You look great. Where'd you get your costume?'
She assumed Joy had whipped it up somehow, but the colonial dress she had on looked authentic. So did the mop cap she wore and the voluminous apron. White stockings and black shoes with buckles completed her ensemble.
'I got the cap and apron when we went to Williamsburg last summer, and I had Victoria Witherspoon make the dress. I showed her a picture, and this is what she came up with. She's pretty good.'
High praise from Joy, who was no stranger to the sewing machine. Mary was surprised, though, that Joy had entrusted the task to someone else, especially someone she had to pay. Joy was notorious for having a tight grip on her family budget. However, the money had been well spent. Joy looked just like the interpreters Mary had seen on her one and only trip to Williamsburg. If she'd known what Joy had in mind, she might have been tempted to try something like that herself. All the other volunteers on Mary's Halloween in the Park committee were dressing up in some way, but Mary had demurred. As chairman she had the right to refuse, she'd said, and besides, she'd be too busy to be bothered with long black witches' skirts, clown pants, or any of the other silly-looking things her committee people were wearing. She'd come as herself, a woman of a certain age, a widowed, retired schoolteacher with a dog who wasn't wearing a costume either. Speaking of which ...
'Is the stage in the gazebo ready for the costume parade? I don't want anyone to trip over the sound equipment the band's going to have, but I do want the music.'
'All taken care of. They know they have to play sort of soft music while the costume contest is going on, especially when it's the little kids, but then they're going to let it rip. I've never heard of even one of the songs they're going to play.'
Mary didn't doubt that for a minute. Joy wouldn't be up on the music the kids of today listened to. She hadn't much liked the music of her own era. Joy had disapproved of Elvis Presley, and he was tame, compared to today's performers. 'Good. I'll stop by and check on them later. Right now, I want to make sure the fun house for the babies is actually fun and safe.'
'It will be. The preschool fathers from St Marks put it together under the watchful eyes of the preschool mothers. I'd better check on the trick and treat bags.'
Mary watched her retreating back with the familiar mix of feelings she always had about Joy, admiration for her competency in organizing just about everything and slight irritation with her joyless attitude at doing it. Joy's mother's optimism about her future attitude toward life when she gave her that name hadn't born fruit.
'Come on, Millie. Let's make sure the little ones' fun area is finished.'
They headed toward the end of the town park that faced the library and the local bank. The other side faced the auto parts store and a newer building filled with attorneys and accountants. That they needed a building for that many still amazed Mary. The town had grown a lot in the last few years, mostly due to the wineries that had appeared and the tourists that visited them. There wouldn't be tourists tonight, however. Halloween was for the children of Santa Louisa and there would be no wine involved. She pulled her sweater closer around her. It was a chilly afternoon, but the sky was clear. It would be a cold night but a beautiful one. It was quiet at this end of the park, which was why Mary had chosen it for the events slated for the aged six and under crowd. The only people on the street were going in and out of the bank. She recognized one of them. Her nephew-in-law, Dan Dunham, entered the bank, followed by someone dressed as a clown. The red, white, and blue suit had a high ruff around the neck, long sleeves with exaggerated ruffles, blue gloves, baggy pants, and oversized shoes. Whoever was under all that had completed the look with the customary red nose and one of those awful rubber masks you pulled on over your head. Once again, she was glad she'd refused to wear anything like that but had to admit it was a well-done costume.
She walked back to view the events. The small slide was decorated with cutouts of black cats, black and orange crepe paper, and a laughing ghost made from a bedsheet and stuffed with pillows at the bottom. The children would slide down almost into its arms. There were small tables holding spray chalk for decorating the sidewalk and big boards set up for painting the witches, goblins, and ghosts that were outlined on them. Small tubs held apples for bobbing, but the rules and safety precautions were different from the ones for the older kids, and so was the fun house. Nothing scary here. Just some fun and surprises – at least Mary hoped so. She stared at it, trying to decide how she felt about it when a loud blast distracted her. It distracted Millie, too, who yelped as if she'd been hit. A firecracker? Then another sounded, and another. They seemed to be coming from around the bank. Some teenager trying to get things started early?
Beyond irritated, she grabbed Millie into her arms and headed for the street at a brisk trot. It seemed empty. The door of the bank flew open and the clown appeared. He had a tote bag in one hand and a small gun in the other.
Mary gasped and tightened her grip on Millie, who yelped again. The clown turned to look at them and raised the gun. He was going to shoot them. Horror and disbelief filled Mary as she stared at the clown. Should she try to shove Millie behind her? Or drop to the grass? She could do neither. Her body seemed frozen in place. Except for her heart. It was beating so hard she thought it might escape. But the clown didn't shoot. He dropped his hand and, with surprising speed, ran down the street and turned the corner toward the parking lot behind the library and disappeared.
What had just happened? She took a deep breath, only now aware she had been holding it. Her brain started functioning again. Had she really seen what she thought she'd seen? A clown with a gun? One who had almost shot them? Oh, dear God. Those weren't firecrackers she'd heard. They were gunshots. What had that man been doing? Robbing the bank, the unfrozen part of her brain answered. Had he shot someone? Before she could react, sirens screamed, and a lone police car careened to a stop in front of the bank. Gary, a policeman she knew well, jumped out, gun drawn.
'Mrs McGill, get down. Get out of the way. Move!' He looked around somewhat wildly, gun drawn.
'He went into the library parking lot,' she yelled back. 'He's dressed as a clown.'
Gary paused to stare at her, mouth agape. 'He's what?'
'Dressed like a clown. In a Halloween costume. He's in the library or in the parking lot.'
'Stay there,' Gary yelled back and started for the parking lot.
Mary watched, but only for a second. Shots. Gun. Someone might be hurt. She dropped Millie on the grass and, keeping a tight grip on her leash, dashed with her at her side across to the bank. The door seemed unusually heavy, but she finally got it open and rushed in.
A woman lay on the floor, a pool of blood slowly expanding around her, one of the tellers kneeling at her side, crying. Little old Minnie Myers stood by the table that held the banking supplies, holding onto it as if, if she let go, she'd fall to the floor as well. Glen Manning, the bank president and Mary's good friend, stood in the doorway of his office, staring at the floor. There was no sign of the other two bank employees. Behind the counter? But that thought was fleeting. Mary had caught sight of what Minnie, Glen, and now Millie stared at. The woman wasn't the only body on the floor. There was another one. A man. Aghast, Mary stopped. She didn't feel Millie crash into her legs. The policemen and EMTs who rushed in barely registered.
It was Dan. Lying on the floor outside Glen's office, blood slowly stained the shoulder of his blue shirt. Dan, who had practically grown up in her kitchen, who had married her beloved niece, Ellen, who ... Cold enveloped her and, for the first time in her life, Mary felt her knees give out.CHAPTER 2
Mary squirmed in her chair, trying to get comfortable. She'd been sitting too long, and her legs were going to sleep. She looked around. None of the chairs in this small hospital waiting room looked any more comfortable. It wasn't the chair that caused her distress. She felt useless and miserable as well. How could she have fainted? She'd come to as they were wheeling Dan out on a gurney and trying to get her on one as well. As if she needed something like that! It was momentary shock, that was all. She just needed a minute ... she'd had plenty since then. How many, she didn't know. But it had been several hours, she was sure.
She watched Ellen, her niece, as she paced the floor in this small, enclosed room. She wove in and out of the chairs, barely missing the small table set up with a water pitcher and paper cups and the chair containing Glen Manning. Mary wasn't sure she even saw him.
Glen sat with his head buried in his hands, not saying a word. None of them said anything. They were talked out. Now they waited. Dan was in the operating room, getting only God and the attending surgeon knew what done to him, and the suspense was almost intolerable.
The door leading to the hall opened and everyone turned, holding their breath, expecting, hoping, to see the doctor. Instead, it was Pat and Karl Bennington, the local small animal veterinarian and Mary's close friends. Disappointment washed over Mary, but a little relief as well. She'd been worrying about Millie. They would know where and how she was.
'Where's Millie?' she asked before they could ask about Dan.
'She and Morgan are safe at our house. I didn't want to put them in a kennel at the vet clinic. I just admitted a dog with kennel cough,' Pat explained.
Mary wasn't sure what kennel cough was and right now didn't care. She did care that Millie and Morgan, Dan and Ellen's dog, were safe and probably happy, sitting on Pat's living-room sofa instead of being locked up in crates at the clinic. She watched as Pat walked over to Ellen, took her by the arm, and guided her back to the chair next to Mary's.
Karl went directly to Glen, sat beside him, and forced him to look up. 'What happened?'
It took a moment for Glen to respond. He didn't look at Karl. Instead, he stared across the room. His hands were in his lap, tightly folded, presumably to keep them from shaking. 'Dan and I were talking in my office,' he said finally. 'He'd just sat down. I hadn't paid any attention to the clown, just another customer in costume, until we heard a gasp and a scream. Then there was a shot. I started to get up, but Dan said to stay put. He was on his feet and had his gun out before I knew what was happening. He went to the door and looked around it. I don't know what he saw, but he raised his gun and shouted for someone to get down, then he said, "Police, drop the gun,", or something like that, then there were more shots and he dropped to the floor. I had already hit the alarm, so I rushed over to him in time to see the damn clown go through the front door with a sort of tote bag. How much he got away with, I don't know, but it wasn't nearly enough to pay for what he's done.'
'Who was he shouting at to get down?' Karl looked a little white and Pat squeezed Ellen's hand.
'Minnie, I think. She was the only other customer in the bank.'
Mary let her mind flash back to what she'd seen when she and Millie came through the bank door. Minnie stood at the bank table, holding onto it. Could she have blocked Dan's view of the gunman? It didn't matter. What did matter was how badly Dan was hurt.
'Who was the woman he shot?' Pat asked, not letting go of Ellen's hand. 'All we've been able to learn was she died, but not who she was.'
'Victoria Witherspoon.' Those were the first words Mary had heard Ellen speak since they'd taken Dan into the operating room.
'Oh, no,' gasped Pat. 'Not that nice woman. She was so talented. Why did ...'
Glen shrugged. 'I don't know. I think the police are questioning my tellers, but I'm not sure what happened. Or where the blasted clown went. The cops that came with the EMTs said there was no sign of him. I don't know what's happened since.'
Karl shook his head. 'I don't think they've found him. At least not that we've heard. He just disappeared.'
How could he have, dressed like that? Somehow, Mary couldn't seem to focus on the clown. She shook herself a little, trying to make her brain work, but it didn't want to function just yet. All she could think about was Dan.
The door opened again. This time the man who appeared wore green hospital scrubs and a face mask hung around his neck. A large grin spread across his face. 'He's out in the recovery room and is going to be all right.' He walked over and dropped into the chair beside Glen Manning, put his arm around him and pulled his close. 'He got hit in the shoulder and is going to be pretty sore for a while, and he'll be in the hospital for a few days. It'll be fun for us when he comes out of the anesthetic trying to keep him in bed and quiet, but he'll be fine.' He addressed that to all of them, then turned to Glen. 'It wasn't your fault, so stop tearing yourself apart. You couldn't possibly have known that clown was going to rob your bank and that he had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it. The thing to do now is find the SOB. I guess our guys called the San Louis Obispo Homicide people to help them, but I'm sure Dan will want in on this as soon as he's awake and sitting up.'
Everyone gathered around John Lavorino, all asking questions at once.
'Wait.' He held up his free hand, keeping his arm around Glen. 'The doctor will talk to Ellen in a few minutes. She can go into recovery with him, but only her. That's about all I know, at least for now. I don't know a thing about what happened, only what we saw in the operating room, which was surprisingly good considering the cannon that blasted clown has, whoever he is.'
'When can I see him?' A little color had come back into Ellen's face and a little life back into her eyes.
'Now,' John told her. He patted Glen on the shoulder and stood. 'I'll take you in. The rest of you might as well go home. You can probably see him tomorrow.'
'Wait,' Mary said. 'Ellen, do you have a car here? How are you going to get home?'
'It's in the parking lot. I may spend the night, if they'll let me. Can you look after Morgan?'
Karl interrupted. 'We'll keep Morgan until you can come get him. We'll take Mary to pick up Millie and then take her home.'
'Oh, no. I have to get to the park and make sure everything is going smoothly.' Mary grabbed her purse and started looking through it, trying to find her phone. 'What time is it, anyway?'
'Nine. The park is shutting down. Joy was there with your clipboard, making sure it all went off like clockwork.' Pat had let go of Ellen to put her arm around Mary's shoulders. 'You had things so well organized, it was all perfect. Even that blasted corn husk maze that took up half the park didn't swallow up anyone. All who went in came out again. So, you're going home with Millie.'(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Dressed to Kill"
Copyright © 2019 Kathleen Delaney.
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