With all humility! Griffin said to Vickie, but he was smiling, and she knew that he was fascinateddelighted that they had actually been able to meet the ghost of the poet and author.
Touché! Poe said softly. Well, then, if youll excuse me, I have a bit of detective work Id like to be doing on my own. I trust that you two will be avidly pursuing leads, and when we meet again, an exchange of information will help build the bridge to the truth!
Poe turned and walked away. They seemed to see him...
And then they did not.
He had moved on.
Where to now? Vickie asked Griffin.
Back to the scene of the crime, he told her. Wheres the car?
Vickie led the way. Griffin was thoughtful. He glanced at her as they reached the car, and he smiled again.
Youre driving? Im driving?
Whichever. Here, you drive. You know Baltimore better than I doand the way to the Black Bird. Vickie tossed him the keys; he caught them deftly. They got in. For a moment, he paused.
Poe! he said.
She smiled. It wasnt that often that she saw Griffin impressed.
Poe, she agreed. She hesitated. Its greatand its sad, too, really.
Whats sad? Griffin asked, pulling out onto the street.
Well, he had a hard life. His parents died. His foster mother loved him, but died. He argued with his foster father, who didnt support him through college. He fell in love and the girls father hid his letters. He fell in love again, and his bride died. And then, as far as his own death went...no one really knows. And now...hes still running around, haunting Baltimore, Vickie said.
Many times, life can be sad. And sometimes, its as they saylife is what we make it. Poe was incredibly talented. He did have an ego the size of Texas. He argued with people. He was a drunk.
Not as bad as his biographers might have made him out to be, Griffin!
Hey, I agree he was talented, and I think its great hes helping on this, Griffin told her. But there was something dark about himhe did provoke a lot of his enemies. And there you gotheres your next project. A book on Poein his defense.
Vickie thought about that. Im not so sure I can do the research the way it should be done while Im in the academy. But...yeah! Youre right. She laughed. And now I have insight. She fell silent, hoping that they were able to find the truthand that in doing so, they might, in a way, help the long-dead author as well.
Griffin pulled into the parking lot for the Black Bird.
Showtime! he said softly.
Showtime?
Well, I would bet that were going to discover that Franklin Verne was killed by someone who knew him well. His expression was grim as he looked toward the restaurant. I believe he was killed by a friend, the worst kind of betrayal. And perhaps...
Perhaps it was the same with Edgar Allan Poe as well.
4
The officer nodded to Vickie and Griffin and opened the door for them to enter. The restaurant was closed that day out of respect for Franklin Verne, and because it was an active crime scene.
While the restaurant was shut, Gary and Alice Frampton and Lacey Shaw from the gift shop had still come in.
Gary, a man of about fifty with salt-and-pepper hair, a medium build and an easygoing manner, was sitting at a table near the bar, frowning as he read the paper.
Alice was drying glasses behind the bar, inspecting them for spots.
Lacey was opening boxes. They were filled with little bobblehead statues of Poe and little ravens.
The same as the little raven Franklin Verne had been holding when hed died.
But of course, no one knew that but the crime-scene technicians, the ME, Detective Carl Morrisand whomever he had shared with at the BPDand Griffin and Vickie. Lacey Shaw certainly had no way of knowing that Franklin Verne had been holding one of the little bird models.
Unless, of course, she had killed him.
Lacey, along with Alice and Gary, looked up and ceased their activities when Griffin and Vickie arrived.
Hey! Alice said, seeming relieved that they were there.
Hey, how are you all doing? Griffin asked.
Handling the situation the best we can, Gary said, his mouth a grim, glum line as he finished speaking.
Sad, sad, so sad! Lacey said. Then she pointed to the TV screens above the bar and groaned. Have you seen this yet? A reporter was interviewing Monica Verne.
Alice hit a button on a remote control; the volume increased. Monica was an excellent subject for the TV news. She was bereft, and she was passionate, promising that shed pay for any information leading to the truth behind her husbands death, and vowing that she would get to the bottom of the situation. Her husbands murder would not go without justice.
The reporter suggested that there had been no murder, that Franklin Verne might have fallen back into his old ways.
That brought another flurry of passionate denial from Monica. So much so that the reporter turned red and took a step back.
The bar phone rang shrilly, making everyone there jump.
Dont answer it! Gary Frampton groaned. Its another kook. He looked at Griffin and Vickie and sighed as if with great exhaustion. We reopen tomorrow. Staying closed today as the police asked, but were already booked solid for tomorrow, from the first seating until midnight. I dont get it. I wanted Franklin Vernes patronageI sure as hell never wanted him to die here! Now the phone rings off the hook already! And half the calls are from mediums, certain that they can contact Franklin Verne and that when they do, theyll solve the mystery of his murder.
Mediums. Nice, Vickie murmured, gazing at the phone. Shall I? she asked them.
Please! Alice said.
She answered the bars landline. The Black Bird, may I help you?
No, came the answer. But I can help you!
I dont think I need any help at the moment, Vickie said. The restaurant is booked for tomorrow. Perhaps youd like to make a reservation for a future date?
Im Liza Harcourt! the voice said indignantly.
And Liza Harcourt, you are...?
Lacey, Alice and Gary moaned before the woman could answer Vickie.
Im the head of the Blackbird Society! the woman said indignantly. And I can come over right now and we can set up a séance. I will channel my spirit guide, and will take us all to the night and point us all in the right direction of the murderer!
Ms. Harcourt, Vickie said, looking out at the others, Im so sorry. The police have closed the restaurant for the day and while the crime-scene tape stays up, the restaurant is closed to everyone except for law enforcement and the owner.
The woman went off with such virulence that Vickie held the receiver away from her ear.
You can hang up on her if you want, Lacey suggested.
Alice looked at Vickie wide-eyed and shuddered.
Vickie let the tirade go on. When it seemed that the woman was forced to pause for breath, she quickly cut in. The restaurant will reopen tomorrow. At that time, youre welcome to speak with the owner about a séance.
Alice looked at Vickie wide-eyed and shuddered.
Vickie let the tirade go on. When it seemed that the woman was forced to pause for breath, she quickly cut in. The restaurant will reopen tomorrow. At that time, youre welcome to speak with the owner about a séance.
Gary Frampton let out a grunt of disgust.
Well, excuse me! And who, exactly, are youanswering the Black Birds phone? Liza Harcourt demanded.
Vickie hesitated. She was tempted to tell the woman that if she had psychic power, she should figure it out herself.
Im with law enforcement, she said simply. That, of course, could be taken many ways, but it wasnt a lie. Good afternoon, Ms. Harcourt, she said. And then she hung up the receiver.
Hmm, Griffin murmured, watching her. He looked at Gary Frampton. And just who is this woman, Liza Harcourt?
As she said, shes the head of a societythe one based here, in and through the Black Bird, he added with a sigh. I love booksand I love Poe, as you can see by the restaurant, I imagine. So, of course, Im a member myself. I encouraged the creation of the societyat the very beginning, it was all that guaranteed me Id have a customer now and then.
And shes really harmless, Lacey said. A snobbut harmless.
Shes very wealthy, Alice explained. She really is a snobelite, you know. Above all the rest of us. She doesnt like me at all.
Why? Vickie asked her.
Probably because Im not an aged and dried-up old bat! Alice said.
No, Gary said softly, looking at his daughter with pride. Youre beautiful, my dearthe spitting image of your mother, just as lovely! His smile was poignant; Alices mother was apparently deceased. Gary cleared his throat.
Liza! Shes filthy rich and...well, it was her husbands money. But shes managed to convince herself that she was the one born into privilege, Lacey said.
She considers herself an expert on Poe and his work. Oh, and, of course, she thinks shes a wonderful poet herself. She did a reading one nightdreadful! But, Gary added ruefully, she filled the place. She is loud, cantankerous and full of herself. Still, she can be a great deal of fun and very supportive of the society, Poeand my restaurant.
And thats why were all nice to her! Alice said, glancing over at Lacey and shaking her head.
And shes a medium? Vickie asked.
Lacey laughed at that. Shes a medium now? I mean, shes come in here with a crystal ball and a Ouija board, but to the best of my knowledge, shes never awakened anything but a few dust motes! Still, she believes that she has special communications with Poe.
I guess she thinks that she can contact Franklin Verne, too, Alice said. She sighed softly. Shes...okay. Really. You just need a lot of energy when shes around.
And she knew Franklin Verne?
Quite well, yes, Gary said, glancing over at his daughter and Lacey. They both...had a lot of money. They gave to a lot of the same local charities. She always told me that she could get Franklin Verne in here.
Do you think that she did? Griffin asked seriously.
Do I think that she got him in here? Gary asked. He seemed perplexed, and then his eyes widened. Oh! I see. Do I think that she lured him here, that she plied him with wine...? Well, shes a little bit of a thing. If she did lure him, shed have had to have lured him, you know what I mean?
She didnt carry him down any stairs, Lacey said flatly. Shes ninety pounds, tops.
Were they friends or acquaintances? Griffin asked.
Gary stood and stretched. He sighed deeply, putting his hands on his hips, then he looked steadily at Griffin. We were all acquaintances. Over time, through festivals and readings and what have youbook signingswe all knew Franklin Verne. Liza had been talking to him about coming to a meeting here, and she could be a very good friendIm sure that she intended for him to endorse the restaurant.
We didnt know him nearly so well, Alice said. In passing, he might recognize us, and he might smile or wave. He wasnt going to insist we come for Sunday coffee, or anything like that.
Lacey had a distant look in her eyes. She was holding one of the ravens she had unpacked and looking thoughtfully toward one of the walls. He was all right, she said softly. I talked to him now and then. Of course, I carried his new books in the gift shop. But I would actually talk to him now and then. Sometimes hed call mejust to make sure that I wasnt having any trouble getting his work from the distributor or the publisher. Of course, no one had trouble getting his work. He was very popular.
Like Poe, Alice murmured.
Poe did gain a great deal more popularity in death, Gary said.
As will Franklin Verne! Alice said softly. Sad, huh?
Who do you think would have hurt him? Griffin asked. I mean, I realize that Liza was the one who knew him, but you were all in or involved with the society. Any ideas at all?
No one had a chance to answer him; they heard a hard pounding on the outside door, past the hostess station.
What the hell? I have a huge sign out there! Gary said.
Ill go, Vickie volunteered. Its a bolt?
Yes, several, actually, no alarm on. Just twist the bolts. We are not open! Gary said.
Vickie hurried to the door, leaving Griffin with the others.
There were three bolts on the doornot easily opened. But she didnt believe that Franklin Verne and his murderer had entered by the front, anyway.
She unlocked and opened the door. And she stared into the face of Jon Skye, their young waiter from the night before.
Hey! he said, obviously very surprised to see her there. Um...what are you doing here? I got a call this morning... I saw the news. But I figured that Gary and Alice were here, and I felt that I had to help and...why the hell are you here? he asked.
Griffin is with the FBI, Vickie explained quickly.
Oh. Oh, the FBI! But...Im so confused. So, he didnt just die. He didnt sneak in to do a suicide thing, huh? He was murdered. Like his wife says? Still, I dont get it. Oh, but yeah, Franklin Verne was so well-known. Its national newsworldwide news, really. Is that it?
Actually, we dont know anything yet, Vickie said. Any such death has to be investigated, and Monica Verne is very good friends with Griffins director, she explained. She was still blocking the door. She hesitated, and then stepped aside. Hed come to lend support to Gary and Alice, much, she assumed, as Lacey had done.
Or because he was curious. But Vickie decided shed let the others sort that out.
Thanks, Jon told her, entering. He nodded and strode ahead of her into the bar area.
The group there all greeted him. Alice seemed to perk up, glad to see Jon.
Griffin nodded at Vickie. Apparently, it had been the right thing to do, letting him in.
I came by to see if I could help in some way, Jon said.
Sure, thanks. Were all just sitting here a little shell-shocked. Appreciate you coming, Gary said.
Its terrible about Franklin Verne, Jon said. He looked over at Griffin. He shook his head. I do understand that any unexplained death has to be explained. But...FBI? Does this all mean that Franklin Verne was murdered? That he didnt just sneak in to give it all up, go on a bingeand die?