The stack of tens and twenties made only a small bulge in the envelope Skye had tucked them in, but between this money and the check for Victoria’s ruined dress, her budget was destroyed for the summer.

It was nearly ten by the time Skye turned onto Avenue D. Narrowing her eyes against the glare, she carefully read the numbers. As she neared Miss Prynn’s house, she noticed a police car parked in front.

Skye pulled the Buick a few spaces behind the squad car and hurried up the steps.

Before she could ring the bell, a young police officer thrust open the door. “What’s your business here?”

“It’s about my aunt,” Skye answered without thinking and then could have bitten her tongue.

“You’re her niece?”

Skye was confused, but had a feeling if she said no, that would be the end of the conversation. The only reason the police would be answering Miss Prynn’s door was if something was terribly wrong. “Yes, her niece.”

The officer opened the door wider and gestured Skye inside. “I’m sorry to have to tell you that your aunt passed away sometime between noon yesterday and eight this morning. A friend who dropped her off from church stopped this morning to return a handkerchief that had been left in her car and found Miss Prynn dead. We’ve been looking for next of kin.”

“But Mi… Aunt Esther hadn’t been ill. Do you know the cause of death?” She could feel her heart accelerating. This whole thing reminded Skye of her grandmother’s murder.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to discuss that, ma’am. Ah… let me ask Officer Spratt.” He pulled a walkie-talkie out of his belt. “He’s checking with the neighbors.”

She looked at the officer a little more closely. There was something odd about his attire. For one thing he didn’t seem to have a gun. “Are you a Chicago policeman? Your uniform looks different.”

His face reddened. “Well, ah, no. I’m a citizen volunteer. But I’ll be going to the academy as soon as I pass the test.”

Skye thought fast. If she handled this the right way she could get information the police would never share with her. “How wonderful,” she gushed. “That’s just what our city needs, more officers like you. Maybe then I’ll feel safe walking down the streets again.”

His chest puffed out. “No need to worry once I’m on duty, ma’am.”

“You’re so brave.” She forced out a tear. “I’m so upset about my aunt’s death. I feel like it must be my fault for not taking better care of her. But I saw her on Saturday and she looked healthy. How did you say she died?” Skye held her breath, wondering if he’d fall for it.

“She was found in the bathroom. She must have had a bad case of the flu.” Color crept up from his collar. “You know, lots of older people die that way. There’s nothing you could have done, ma’am.”

Now I’ve done it. I can’t mention Grandma’s murder without admitting I’m not Miss Prynn’s niece. Maybe she really did die of natural causes. What did that book say about the symptoms of the poison used on Grandma?

It was obvious the young man was waiting for her to speak. “How terrible.” She forced out a few more tears. “Would it be all right if I made a call?”

He frowned and she hurried to explain. “To my grandmother, Aunt Esther’s sister.”

“Sorry, the phone’s not working. It looks like maybe she tripped and yanked the jack from the wall. Would you like to come to the station to make the call?”

“Could I take a quick look around? Aunt Esther was getting some… ah… family papers together for me and I really need them right away.” Skye couldn’t believe she was this calm and thinking so clearly.

“Well, I shouldn’t…”

Skye moved closer and looked at him through her eyelashes. “I understand. You don’t really have the authority to make decisions… it’s just that I need those papers for a scholarship. If I don’t turn in my application by tomorrow I’ll lose my chance.”

“Oh… go ahead. As long as I see whatever you want to remove.”

I’m really sorry for the trouble he’s going to get into for being so nice to me.

She smiled gratefully and headed to the room Miss Prynn had indicated yesterday was where she kept her records. Several rows of filing cabinets lined the wall of what was intended to be a bedroom. A cursory glance told Skye that the system appeared to be alphabetical. She went straight to the L’s. The drawers weren’t locked and the files were all neatly arranged.

Skye took a tissue from her pocket and used it to rifle past Leanardo, Lemons, and stop at Levins. Where was Leofanti? She quickly checked for a misfile but found nothing. Taking a breath, she looked once again, this time noticing an empty hanging file where Leofanti would go.

Did that mean Miss Prynn had been murdered? But by whom? Simon and Doc Zello were the only ones who knew of Skye’s interest in finding her. Did Doc have something to hide? Skye shook her head. No, that was silly. He wouldn’t have given out her address. And Simon had no motive at all.

The officer was clearing his throat and Skye swiftly closed the drawer and joined him in the living room. “Guess she didn’t have a chance to get what I needed together. I don’t suppose I could look around for the papers.”

The young man shook his head. “Sorry, we have to go to the station now.”

“Thanks anyway.”

“Sorry. Do you want to follow me to the station or would you rather ride along with me? I’ll make sure you get a lift back to your car.”

“I’ll follow you.” Skye hoped she could slip away without his noticing. “But give me the address just in case we get separated.”

He took out his card and jotted the information on the back. “I’ve got to lock up. I’ll meet you by the steps.”

Skye waited for the officer to turn away from the front door. She ran to her car, dove inside, and made an illegal U-turn. Taking a right at the next corner, she prayed the young man hadn’t noticed the make and license plate of her vehicle.

As soon as Skye was sure she wasn’t being followed, she stopped at the first working public phone. Using the card the police officer had given her, she placed an anonymous call telling him to look for jatropha curcas poisoning in Miss Prynn’s death.

It took her a long time to drive back to Scumble River. She’d gotten thoroughly lost trying to escape from the police. When she glanced at her watch as she pulled into her driveway she was startled to see that it was ten to one. She had five minutes to prepare to meet with the superintendent.

She was back in the car in three minutes, having only grabbed her briefcase and checked her answering machine. There was no message from Simon.

Scumble River High School was deserted for summer vacation. This time of year it was typical for the only people in the building to be administration and custodial.

The outer office was empty when she arrived, so she knocked on the superintendent’s door.

When she got no answer, she slipped into the adjoining rest room, glad for the chance to freshen up.

A few minutes later Skye heard the thumping of people knocking into furniture and the loud laughter of the inebriated. She opened the door a crack and peered out.

Dr. Wraige and Karolyn passed by, arms around each other. Their faces were flushed and a wave of alcohol fumes rolled over Skye as they went by the rest room. Wraige whispered into the redhead’s ear before kissing her neck. She giggled in response. Skye’s mouth dropped open.

The superintendent proceeded into his office and the secretary sat down at her desk.

Great. Now how do I get out of here without Karolyn realizing I witnessed their little love scene? Skye wondered.

Minutes ticked by and Skye was keenly aware that she was now late for her appointment to be fired. She was about to push open the door and test her acting ability when she heard the phone buzz and Mr. Wraige’s voice ordering Karolyn into his office.