Read A Crossword to Die For Online
Authors: Nero Blanc
Again, Sara began to interrupt. Again, Hal pressed forward. “Bear with me, Sara. I realize you feel frustrated at what you refer to as my âobfuscation.' And that your very kind heart wants to help your young friends put their minds at rest in regards to this obviously perplexing situation involving Dr. Graham ⦠And I concurâfrom what information you've shared with meâthat the unfolding story of his life is complicated indeed ⦠However, I don't believe you fully comprehend the harm that might befall Belle and Roscoâand youâfor learning more than is necessaryâ”
However, Sara could no longer keep silent. “Belize and Guatemala share a border ⦔ She paused while her mind flew to all the facts she'd garnered, and her bright eyes grew wide and frightened. “Are you suggesting that Mossback and Graham were ⦔
Hal pressed his hands together and studied his sister. “I'm merely suggesting that this situation is far more perilous than you know.”
CHAPTER 23
“No, Belle, that's the extent of what Hal told me ⦔ Sara sighed as she spoke. The weight of her conversation with her brother hung heavily on her heart. So heavily that the moment he'd left, she'd wheeled out her pristine 1956 Cadillac and driven to Belle's house rather than requesting the younger woman visit White Caps. Now she sat in Belle's home office wearing a pastel straw hat she used for summer “outings,” and the formal white cotton gloves that served as mementos of a more graceful era. “Naturally, I badgered him for more information ⦠but he wouldn't budge. Not even for you. He just kept reiterating the need for circumspectionâ”
“And caution,” Belle interjected.
“Yes,” Sara replied. “And caution. Above all. I do believe politicians must have
CAUTION
tattooed on their arms where normal men place
BORN TO RAISE HELL
.” Then she sighed again. Mightily. “How's Rosco bearing up?” she asked.
“Fine,” was Belle's automatic reply. “Well, no ⦠That's not true ⦠He's not fine ⦠Not after our conversation with Carlyle yesterday. To say nothing of that terrible phone call from Mike Hurley ⦔ Belle's shoulders hunched with fatigue. “Rosco will be sorry to have missed your visit, Sara ⦠but he thought it was a good time to clean up paperwork at his office ⦠He insists it frees up his mind ⦔ She didn't continue. Like Sara, Belle also sighed.
“He'll be sorrier when he hears the information Hal shared with me,” was Sara's disconsolate reply, then she added a forceful, “I simply can't imagine how your father could have been mixed up with drug dealers.”
Belle shook her head. “My only conclusion is that Father's research must have unintentionally put him in contact with ⦠well, I don't know whoâor whatâbut with someone or something that compromised his safety ⦠Debbie told me he'd entitled his birding notebook âA Murder of Crows' ⦠At the time I didn't imagine it ⦠No, that's wrong ⦠What I felt was envy. Envy that another person could be close to a man I'd never really known ⦔ She closed her eyes, and then did something wholly unexpected. She began to weep.
Sara was beside her in a flash. “There ⦠there ⦔ A lace-edged handkerchief was produced from an antiquated patent leather handbag. The linen smelled of cedar blocks and violet
eau de cologne
. “It's all right, dear one. A good cry will do you a world of good.”
Belle sniffled unabashedly into the handkerchief. “It's just not knowing, Sara ⦠And all that discussion with Al and Carlyle ⦠autopsies and exhuming Father's body ⦠and Debbie Hurley's death ⦠It all seems so strange ⦠so sudden and so strange ⦠and so
awful
⦔
Sara nodded, but didn't respond. Instead, she put her hands on the younger woman's shoulders.
“I just wish ⦔ Belle began. “I just wish I'd ⦠that Father and I had ⦠I mean, all those wasted ⦠those wasted ⦔ But those thoughts were left unfinished as she began crying afresh. After several more sorrowful minutes, she began to mop up her tears and try to pull herself together. “If I knew for certain that Father had been killed ⦠What I mean is, at least I could get angry.”
Sara patted Belle's back; her still-gloved fingers lingered in a gesture of loving comfort. “And make every attempt to find the criminal,” she announced while her mouth grew pinched and grim. “I regret that Hal wasn't more forthcoming.”
Belle thought. “In light of Carlyle's suggestion, do you think you could ask the senator to continue his investigation?”
Sara shook her head. “Hal told me he âcouldn't go back to the well'âhis words. He also intimated that he wasn't privy to everything that transpires in âcertain government agencies'âat the same time as he reiterated the critical need for discretion. Hal as much as stated that you could become a target, too.” Sara purposely neglected to share her brother's concern that she herself might now be in jeopardy.
Belle remained silent for a long time. “I'm sorry I behaved so horribly with Debbie,” she said at last. “Mike has been so helpful, and I ⦠well, I had no cause to treat her as I did ⦠I had no cause not to believe herâ”
The doorbell clanged loudly, cutting off further speech.
“Oh, what now?” Belle fairly yelped. She flung herself out of the chair and marched through the living room. Sara, concerned, followed while Kit, keenly attuned to human emotion, decided to retreat to the stair landing. Something was amiss with this blond-haired lady who shared the puppy's homeâbest to avoid getting underfoot.
That same blond-haired woman grabbed the front door and yanked it open. “Yes?”
A Global Delivery truck sat on the curb; its driver stood on Belle's porch. “Annabella Graham?”
“Yes.”
“Sign here.”
Belle almost growled as she did so. When the transaction was completed, she was handed an envelope containing an overnight letter.
She took it, forced a tight “Thanks,” then shut the door and turned the cardboard packaging to read the return address. A sudden gasp escaped her; Belle ripped open the envelope. Inside was a hand-drawn crossword puzzle. “It's from Belize,” was all she could manage to say.
WORDS TO THE WISE
Across
1. Â Spills the beans
5. Â “It” game
8. Â The Mustangs
11. Â Lincoln & Johnson; e.g.
13. Â Dash
14. Â “Oh, me, oh, my”
15. Â Where do I do?
16. Â Suit to___
17. Â Yew
18. Â Wise man's tip, part 1
21. Â Splitter
22. Â Some Londoners
24. Â Aztec or Incan; abbr.
25. Â Sawbuck
26. Â ___kwon do
28. Â New, prefix
29. Â Tetra type
31. Â Strangled
33. Â Wise man's tip, part 2
37. Â Lackluster
39. Â Bolts
42. Â Trip type
43. Â Lyric poem
44. Â Baseball stat
47. Â Reformer Nellie
48. Â 4-F
50. Â See 21-Down
52. Â Wise man's tip, part 3
55. Â Name meaning ruler
56. Â Certain shark
57. Â Leveled
59. Â Hi-___
60. Â Hit man?
61. Â January, south of the border
62. Â Summer drink
63. Â Dr. Graham
64. Â Gaelic
Down
1. Â Scouting grp.
2. Â Nonsurpassed
3. Â 04530 drop-off
4. Â Gaze intently
5. Â Certain Turk
6. Â ___-deucy
7. Â Dweeb
8. Â Try out a jacket or Chevy
9. Â Gulf Coast mammal
10. Â Employ
12 Â Build
13. Â Actor Novarro
14. Â Mime
19. Â Summer for 46-Down
20. Â Jolly Roger?
21. Â With 50-Across, originator of tip
23. Â Turf
26. Â ___chi ch'uan
27. Â Pound sound
30. Â Gov. arts org.
31. Â Some Ferraris
32. Â Wise one
34. Â Canvas
35. Â '50s & '60s scare
36. Â Heading from Brownsville to Havana
37. Â A little bit of French?
38. Â Overlooked the clue
40. Â Hawks and eagles
41. Â Did. abbr.
44. Â Mistake
45. Â Explorer of the Northwest Territories
46. Â Monsieur Gide
49. Â Yen
50. Â Assumed an identity
51. Â Ockelman-Lake link
53. Â Give out
54. Â Weapon of the Middle Ages
55. Â JFK stat
58. Â Female rabbit
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CHAPTER 24
Hunched over the desk, Belle and Sara began to work the crossword's clues. “13-Down ⦠The answer is RAMON as in RAMON
Novarro
⦠the star of that marvelous film epic
Ben-Hur
⦠well before your time, my dearâalmost before mine, if you can imagine such a notion ⦠Oh, and 15-Across:
Where do I do?
You should know the answer to that!”
Silently, Belle wrote in the letters ALTAR. She wasn't feeling even a fraction of the perkiness her puzzle partner was evincing, although in truth, Sara's determined chattiness masked her own deep-seated unease.
“And Belle, dear, this one I know without even needing to dredge up the past.
Ockelman-Lake link
. That would be KEANE, the name by which Veronica Lake was known for a brief time. You wouldn't imagine it, Belle, but I was once told I resembled that lovely blond actress ⦠So tragic, the way her life ended ⦔
Belle let the old lady indulge in a rueful sigh, then interjected a tense: “But who could haveâ?”
“Let's ink in all the answers before we begin making conjectures, my dear. There must be a hidden message, or else why would the constructorâ?”
“Exactly,” Belle agreed, but her tone was abrupt and wary. “And why would heâor sheâhave written
Dr. Graham
as the clue to 63-Across?”
“Or made
Spills the beans
the first Across clue â¦?” Sara took Belle's red pen from her hand, and began to write while the younger woman read aloud:
“20-Down:
Jolly Roger?
⦠24-Across:
Aztec or Incan; abbr.⦠Overlooked the Clue
at 38-Down ⦠50-Down:
Assumed an identity ⦠Hit man?
is at 60-Across ⦠I don't have a good feeling about what this mystery person is trying to convey, Sara. I don't have a good feeling at all.”
“Nor do I,” was Sara's quiet response.
Belle suddenly recoiled. “We shouldn't be touching the paper ⦠It probably has traceable fingerprints ⦠And if it truly reveals something about my father ⦠Central America connections ⦠or ⦠or boats ⦠or aliases, then we'll need to know who sent it.”
Sara's hands also leapt off the page. “But we already have handled it. Numerous times.”
Instead of replying, Belle picked up the phone and punched in Rosco's office number. When she reached his answering machine, the message she left was both oblique and businesslike. “Sara's with me. She has new information ⦠I don't want to say more over the phone ⦠Also, I received a very unsettling crossword. Sara and I started to fill it in. Now, we're worried we might have compromised evidence. Give me a call. A-S-A-P.” Belle began to replace the receiver, then lifted it again and added a wistful: “I love you.”
While Sara, no more relaxed than Belle, announced, “But if we deliver the cryptic to the police, we won't be able finish it.”
“No ⦠No, we won't. Well, I mean we could finish it ⦠And then ⦠No, there's no point.”
The women looked at each other. This time Belle took the pen. “Do you mind putting your gloves back on, Sara? Although they might get ink-stainedâ”
“A drop or two of hydrogen peroxide will set them right as rain in no time, my dear.” When Belle began to smile at this old-fashioned-sounding remedy, Sara continued with a lofty, “Those who manage homes for as many decades as I have develop certain housekeeping ârecipes': cigar ash and rubbing alcohol mixed in a paste and applied to wood that's been water-damaged; tea leaves rolled in stored woolen carpets; and so forth ⦠Even my great-grandmother had her share of homey remediesâone of which was to clean silk ribbons with a mixture of gin and honey.”
Belle smiled in earnest. “You're a wonder.”
“It never seemed like a wise combinationâparticularly for the bibulous,” was the old lady's doughty reply. Then she pulled on her gloves. “I'll hold the paper. You write. Are you ready, my dear?”
By the time Rosco's Jeep pulled into the drive, the crossword was complete. The message glared from the paper as though it had been formed of neon tubing.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Belle asked after a stunned pause.
“Your father
and
Deborah Hurley?” was Sara's steady reply. “Yes. Yes, I am ⦠But her husband stated that she'd died as a result of a hit-and-run accidentâ”