Mom Zone Mysteries 04-Magnolias, Moonlight, and Murder Read online

  “You don’t recognize my name, do you?”

  “No, I’m afraid not.”

  “I’m Nita Lockworth. Jodi’s mother.” She pulled her practical brown purse forward so that I could see the small button with a picture clipped to the strap. The same picture dotted the town on billboards and flyers. I’d completely missed her last name when she introduced herself earlier.

  Nathan squirmed again, pulled his thumb out of his mouth, and let out that whiny whimper that meant he wanted down. I twisted the screen door handle. She was wondering if the remains I saw last night were her daughter. Even though I wouldn’t be able to tell her anything, I couldn’t turn her away. With Nathan’s pudgy body shifting impatiently in my arms, I thought how horrific it would be for your child to disappear, even if that child was an adult.

  I pushed the door open and said, “Come in. I need to change a diaper. Then I can talk.” I gestured at the dining room table and said, “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll be right back?”

  I glanced down the hall as I went into Nathan’s room. She’d pulled out a chair and was sitting primly with her hands in her lap. The pile of clean clothes at the other end of the table almost hid her diminutive frame. I’m pretty speedy when it comes to changing diapers, so I was done and back out of Nathan’s room in under a minute, with him again riding my hip, but much happier now.

  Livvy met me in the hall. “Can I finger-paint?”

  Ah, finger-painting, the ultimate messy activity. “Not right now, but I’ll let you and Nathan watch Tom and Jerry.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

  I normally didn’t let the kids watch television in the morning. I saved it for the afternoon or evening when everything always seemed to fall to pieces. Typically, it was right around the time I was trying to cook dinner, so that’s when I usually parked the kids in front of the TV for thirty minutes, but they didn’t need to hear the conversation I was going to have with Nita Lockworth.

  I arranged them in the living room, clicked on the show, and put a stack of plastic blocks and books beside them. Our house had an open floor plan. No walls separated the living room, dining room, and kitchen, so I’d be able to keep an eye on them.

  I went to the dining room and paused with my hands on the back of a chair. “Can I get you something to drink? Iced tea? Water? I could make some coffee.” I didn’t drink it, but my friend Abby did and I kept a supply for her.

  “That’s kind of you, but no.”

  “All right.”

  I sat down and tried to think how to begin, but before I could gather my thoughts she said, “The house looks very nice. Thank you for taking such good care of it.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked. Why was she talking about the house? Wasn’t she here about her missing daughter?

  She smiled and the fine skin around her dark eyes crinkled. “I’d forgotten, you wouldn’t know because we used a rental agency. This was Jodi’s house. My husband’s a builder, and for some reason, we couldn’t get this one to sell. It’s a bit smaller than the others in the neighborhood. Maybe that’s why. Anyway, after a year on the market he convinced Jodi to move in. She was going to buy a house, but why should she do that when we had a perfectly good house sitting vacant?”

  “Oh.” I sat back. Jodi Lockworth lived here? That news explained Coleman’s rather strange hesitation when I asked about Jodi. Why hadn’t I heard about this? Dorthea hadn’t mentioned it. There weren’t a lot of homes on the market when we moved to North Dawkins. Christmas isn’t that big of a selling season, so we’d rented the house through a property management company, which was also where we sent our rent each month and called if we had any problems. Dorthea and I had never talked about the missing woman. But still, you’d think it would be something that would be mentioned, even in passing.

  “I didn’t realize,” I said. “I can see why you’d wonder about the…what I found.”

  “Yes, the bones. What can you tell me? What did you see?”

  I glanced at the kids, but they were enthralled with the TV. That’s the thing about not letting them watch it all day; when I turn it on, it’s like they’re in a trance.

  “Well, I was on a walk. Lots of people in the neighborhood walk that path,” I said slowly, not sure how she’d handle what I was saying.

  She nodded briskly. “Yes, Jodi often jogged that trail.”

  Apparently, she wasn’t going to break down and cry, so I described seeing the skull, then my discovery of the second one and the open grave. She nodded as I spoke, then pulled a small handheld computer from her purse. “Do you mind if I make a few notes? I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

  I said, “No, of course not.” But I was thinking, what kind of person analytically takes notes when it’s possible her missing daughter’s body has been found?

  Mrs. Lockworth spent a few moments tapping away at her palm-sized device and I picked up a T-shirt and folded it.

  She paused with the stylus in the air. “Did you see anything that would help identify the bones? Any clothing? Jewelry? Anything at all?”

  “No.” I put the shirt in a pile and picked up another. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. It was almost dark and I’m not an expert. I’m sure the sheriff’s department will have more information than I do.”

  She tucked the computer back into her purse and picked up one of Nathan’s shirts. She folded it, smoothing the fabric slowly under her fingers.

  “The sheriff’s department has called in some experts, and contrary to what you see on television, the tests they run take time. There may not be any definitive answers for weeks or months.”

  “Oh. I see.”

  I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to wait, not knowing anything. Yet she seemed closed off from any emotion. Maybe it was a defense mechanism she used to deal with the stress and uncertainty.

  She pulled several miniature socks toward her and matched them up. A smile turned up the corners of her lips. “So small,” she said. She worked slowly, caressing each sock and matching it with its mate. It was quite a contrast to my usual slapdash manner. I just wanted to get everything sorted out and put away.

  I thought back to Waraday’s young face. “Do you have concerns with the investigation? Is that why you’re asking your own questions?”

  She pushed the stack of neatly folded socks back to the center of the table and looked me square in the face. “Davey is a good investigator. I know he’s doing everything he can to find out what happened to my daughter.”

  “Davey?” I asked. “As in Detective Waraday?”

  “Yes. I’ve known his family for fifty years. His mother was one of my best friends growing up. We played hide-and-seek together and climbed trees, until we realized that boys were so much more interesting than games and trees.”

  Despite her words of praise, wouldn’t it be hard for Mrs. Lockworth to see “Davey” as anything but a kid? She’d probably wiped his snotty nose and scolded him when he got in trouble.

  “I’ve had cancer, Ellie.”

  The abrupt subject change threw me. Weren’t we talking about Waraday? How had we gotten onto cancer? I glanced quickly at the kids. Had I misjudged her? Maybe I shouldn’t have let her inside.

  “Cancer changes everything. I learned that no matter how kind and helpful the doctors were, no one had more interest in my treatment than me. I was my best advocate. I learned to ask questions and keep asking until I understood everything. I learned to be persistent. I’ve been cancer free for fifteen years and part of that is because of the questions I asked and the decisions I made.

  “It’s the same thing with Jodi. Waraday is a good investigator. He’ll do his best, but he’s got other cases. To the state forensic team, those bones are another set of remains to be processed. Don’t get me wrong. I know everyone cares and wants to find the answers, but I’m her mother. No one cares more than me.”

  “I can understand that.”

 
She looked at Livvy and Nathan. “I’m sure you can. Thank you for talking to me. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

  “Not at all. You’ve helped me fold laundry, which you didn’t have to do at all. I’m sorry I couldn’t help any more.”

  “It’s nice to do something so normal.” She shouldered her purse and pushed in the chair.

  “We have a meeting once a month for the community. We go over strategies and leads to help find Jodi. If you’re interested, we’d love to have you.” She pulled a business card out of her purse along with a silver pen. She jotted a date and time on the back and handed it to me. “We normally meet on the third Tuesday of the month, but this week we’re having a special meeting on Friday.”

  The card had the familiar picture of Jodi. “Thank you. I’ll think about it.” I walked her to the door and held it open. “Do you mind if I ask you why you decided to rent out this house?” It was a question that I couldn’t get out of my mind.

  She paused on the front porch, her gaze running over the wicker chairs and potted flowers. “After she’d been gone three weeks it became obvious that Jodi wasn’t going to come home or be found quickly. The investigation stalled. They’d followed all the leads they could and there didn’t seem to be anything else to do. The national media gave the story some attention early on. When they did stories on Jodi, tips flowed in. It seemed like a good idea to consolidate our resources and use everything we could to keep her picture in the public eye.” She smiled and said apologetically, “The billboards and the flyers, those cost quite a bit. Then there’s the eight-hundred number and the Web site. The rent on this house helps to pay for some of that. We have all of Jodi’s things waiting for her.” Her gaze suddenly flew back to me. “But don’t worry, when Jodi comes home you won’t be without a place to live. This is your house for as long as you need it.”

  A cry sounded from the living room. I knew it wasn’t an emergency. It was Nathan’s “I’m not getting enough attention” cry. Nita said, “I know you’re busy. Thanks again for talking to me.”

  I closed the door and dropped the card onto the kitchen desk before going back to pick up Nathan and get the next load of laundry.

  Chapter Four

  “What’s that?” I asked Livvy. “A flower?” Livvy and I were drawing with chalk on the driveway while Nathan pushed his bubble mower across the lawn.

  Intent on filling in her shape with pink strokes, she didn’t look up. “It’s a whale.”

  I stood up to stretch my cramped legs and watched Nathan turn at the magnolia tree at the end of our yard and begin his long trek back. A breeze had chased the last of the humidity from the air as it whipped the limbs of the loblolly pines and made the glossy cottonwood leaves dance. Today actually felt like a fall day, crisp and a little on the cool side. Since most of the summer had been so hot and muggy when you stepped outside that it felt like you’d entered a sauna, I figured we’d better make the most of the lovely weather.

  “Hello, there!” a voice called, and I turned to see our neighbor Dorthea making her methodical way down the street. She walked half a mile every day no matter what the temperature or humidity. The only thing that stopped her was rain.

  Livvy waved. “Hi, Mrs. Dorthea.”

  That was how she introduced herself to me and Livvy on the day we’d moved in. “Just call me Mrs. Dorthea, sweet pea,” she’d said to Livvy. Livvy had looked slightly confused at this combination of words.

  “I brought you some Oreos,” she’d said as she placed a paper plate in my hand. “Don’t do much baking anymore, but I live two doors down toward the pond, so if ya’ll ever need anything, give me a holler.” Haller is how it sounded with her southern accent.

  A widow, she lived alone in the spacious new house she’d bought after she sold the only other house she’d ever owned, an old rancher on Scranton Road. We’d learned all these details and more during our first chat on the front porch, before she had placed one blue-lined hand on the brick wall to steady herself as she went down our three porch steps and made her labored way back across the street.

  Livvy had looked at me and whispered, “Her name is Mrs. Dorthea Sweet Pea?”

  I’d explained that sweet pea was an endearment and she wanted Livvy to call her by her first name, Dorthea, but with the added courtesy title of “Mrs.” I’d discovered that here in the South it was a common way for children to address adults.

  “She walks like a turtle, hunched over and slow,” Livvy had said as we watched her unsteady progress. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”

  There hadn’t been a trace of self-pity or sadness in Dorthea’s bright hazel eyes, only cheerful delight. “I think so.”

  I walked to the end of the driveway.

  “We’ve certainly had some excitement, haven’t we?” Dorthea said.

  “Yes. You sent Mrs. Lockworth over to see me?”

  She nodded and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat. “Were you able to tell Nita anything?”

  I shook my head. “No. I don’t know anything about bones and there wasn’t anything there to help identify them.”

  Dorthea sighed. “So sad for her. She’s such a dear, so staunch and persevering, but you know it has to be tearing her up inside. I hoped you’d be able to help her.”

  “Why didn’t you mention Jodi lived here?”

  “There never seemed a good time to talk about a woman who’d disappeared.” Dorthea rested a hand on our brick mailbox and flicked her gaze at Livvy, who was curled up over her chalk drawing. “The young ones were always around and I didn’t want to scare them. There’s so much fear in their lives today anyway.”

  “In theirs and ours, too,” I said as I thought of the conversations we’d already had with Livvy about how she had to stay with us in stores because someone might want to “take” her. Even in our front yard, I never let the kids out of my sight. I’d seen too many news stories about kidnappings.

  Nathan made another turn and set off diagonally across the lawn, and Livvy added waves with blue chalk. “They’re both out of earshot now. What happened with Jodi?”

  “She moved in summer before last. The house had been vacant for quite a while. I think because it was smaller than most of the others.”

  I nodded. “No loft over the garage.”

  Dorthea continued. “Jodi told me she was going to live there until the market picked up. Her daddy’s a builder. He was going to build her a house over near the base, close to her work, but since this house was one of his and it was vacant she moved in here.”

  “Lockworth Homes?” I asked. I’d seen that sign around the neighborhood.

  “Right. I’d say he probably built a third of the houses in here. From what Nita says, they’re building all over the county, which is a real blessing. All that stuff they’re doing to find Jodi isn’t cheap, you know.”

  “Oh, I know.” I’d looked into the price of advertising for my organizing business when we first arrived and I knew even an ad in the paper would set you back a few hundred dollars. “So Jodi worked at the base?”

  “Yes. Something to do with the children’s sports teams. I didn’t really understand it.”

  I ran through possible programs in my mind. “The Youth Center, maybe?”

  “Yes. That was it. She was very sporty. I’d see her running every evening. And she had all sorts of fancy equipment. She was always toting around golf clubs and tennis rackets. My, she was active. Tired me out, just watching her. She did articles for the paper, too, but that was only part-time. Her main job was at the base, coordinating all the teams.”

  I kept my gaze on Nathan. He’d abandoned the mower and now squatted over the flower bed by the front door. He wasn’t digging up anything or putting things in his mouth, so I decided to leave him for now.

  “So she just disappeared? What happened? It sounds like she had a great life.” Free housing, a civil service job, and all the sports she could play.

  Dorthea put her hand over her lips briefly. Her hazel eye
s watered and I patted her shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it, if it bothers you.”

  “No.” She blinked and patted her lips, then pulled her hand away. “No. That’s another reason I haven’t mentioned it to you. I get misty when I talk about it. I was the last person who saw her. She’d gone for her run, up the path. That was the route she ran every day.”

  I swallowed. No wonder Nita Lockworth had been on my doorstep this morning.

  “I saw her leave her house for her run about six o’clock that night. She waved to me. Later, about eight, I was closing my blinds and I saw her sitting at her computer, typing away.” Dorthea pointed to one of the windows on the front of our house. “Her blinds were open and it was dark enough that I could see her.”

  I glanced across the street from Dorthea’s house to the window of the room that we also used as an office. Dorthea would have had an unobstructed view, no bushes or leafy trees to block the sight.

  “It took them until Monday to figure out she was gone because it was a Friday night. She didn’t have any of her teams playing that weekend. The holiday, you know. It was after New Year’s. No one saw her on Saturday and Nita thought she’d skipped church.”

  “No sign of foul play?”

  “Oh no. Everything was neat as a pin, like always.”

  Sounded like my housekeeping standards weren’t quite up to Jodi’s standards. Nita must have been being polite in her comments about how good the house looked this morning. “What about her car?” I asked.

  “Still in the garage. No luggage missing, just her purse and keys. She sent Nita an e-mail, saying she’d be out of town for a few days, but Nita always did think that was strange because Jodi was conscientious. It wasn’t like her to leave without planning for it at work. She hadn’t requested any days off.”

  “Did she have a boyfriend?” Where were these questions coming from? It wasn’t like I was interested. Oh, who was I kidding? Of course I was interested. Who wouldn’t be, especially after learning I lived in the same house she’d lived in before she’d gone AWOL? And even though I told Mitch I wouldn’t get involved…a girl could ask questions, couldn’t she?