Page 37 of When She Dreams

“When you saw me in the hall you thought I had something to do with the death of the woman you discovered in the theater,” Sam said.

“I didn’t know what to think. I was terrified.”

“Tell me about the person you heard on the stage,” Sam said.

Phyllis made a face. “I heard footsteps in the wings. That’s all I know. Oh, and a door closed somewhere backstage.”

“Man or woman?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea. I was not paying close attention. All I cared aboutwas getting out of that horrible place. Do you think the police will want to talk to me?”

“Detective Brandon said he planned to get a statement from you in the morning,” Maggie said.

“I knew it,” Phyllis said. She went back to the front step and hoisted a suitcase. “I’ve got to get out of town tonight.”

“I’m sure the woman in marketing who hired you over the phone, Miss Finley, will explain everything to the police,” Maggie said.

“I doubt it.” Phyllis tossed the suitcase into the trunk and went back to the front steps for the last grip. “It’s starting to look like a setup. Someone murdered that woman in the theater and figured they could make me take the fall.”

“It’s a possibility,” Sam said.

Phyllis slammed the trunk shut. “I should have turned down the job, but the money was too good to pass up, not to mention all the nice clothes.”

“A setup for what, exactly?” Maggie asked.

“Who knows?” Phyllis said. “But there’s obviously a lot of money involved in that Institute. Just look at the place. It must have cost a fortune. Wherever there’s that much cash, there’s always someone who will do whatever it takes to get it.”

“Good point,” Sam said. “Where are you going?”

“As far away from Burning Cove as I can get.” Phyllis opened the driver’s side door of the Ford. “Unless you point a gun at me, I’m leaving right now. If you don’t move that nice Packard, it’s going to sustain some major damage when I pull out of here.”

“I’ll move the car,” Sam said. He opened the driver’s side door. “If you think of anything else that would be helpful, you can leave a message at the Sea Dream Hotel. No need to tell the operator why you’re calling. Just say you’re a friend from out of town and would like to get together for a drink. Leave a number. We can meet you anywhere, anytime, and we’ll pay you for your trouble.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be in touch.”

Phyllis climbed into the front seat of the Ford and slammed the door. The engine rumbled.

“I won’t hold my breath,” Sam said.

He got into the Packard and backed it out of the way. Phyllis stomped on the gas. The Ford roared out of the drive, heading for Cliff Road. Maggie watched the headlights vanish around a curve.

Sam eased the Packard back into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and got out. He contemplated the open door of the cottage.

“What are you thinking?” Maggie asked.

“That Phyllis Gaines is probably exactly who she claims to be,” Sam said. “An out-of-work actress who took a short-term job playing Aunt Cornelia for a few days, found herself caught up in something very dangerous, and wisely decided to disappear.”

“I agree. What do we do now?”

“I’m going to take a quick look around the cottage. People in a hurry often leave something behind.”

He went to the front steps and disappeared through the open door. Maggie rushed after him and arrived on the threshold just as he was retrieving a crumpled slip of paper from the wastebasket under the small console in the hall. She watched him unfold it.

“Is that the note that Phyllis Gaines got tonight?” she asked.

“Yes. I think it’s safe to say it was sent by the blackmailer. The initial is definitely a T, not an F.”

“The Traveler.” Maggie shuddered. “That settles it. The extortionist doesn’t know the identity of the real Aunt Cornelia and doesn’t know what she looks like. What now?”

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