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Jay just called me. He said someone threw something down his new well.
She frowned as she read the message.Looks that way. Did he ask if it was you?
He did.
What’d you tell him?
That I couldn’t have done it because I was in bed with you. :)
Her heart skipped a beat.What?
Kidding. Told him it wasn’t me, of course. But I’m not sure he believed me. He’s pretty upset.
I can see why. This is such a bummer.
Her phone rang. Apparently, Hendrix was tired of texting because he was calling her instead. “Hello?”
“Jay told me what was written on the coop,” he said. “You don’t think it could be Jordan, do you?”
“Jordan came to mind right away, of course. But how would he know where I’ve been working?”
“Averil. She and her family seem to know everything about everyone.”
“True. But where I’ve been working the past two days? That’s a pretty minute detail. I don’t really speak to any of the Gerharts. Although... Do you know if she’s friends with Jay or his wife?”
“It’s possible.”
Ellen hated how much she liked the sound of Hendrix’s voice. After last night, she’d formed too many positive associations with it. They hadn’t wanted anything to do with each other for most of their lives and yet they’d certainly been compatible in the bedroom. He’d been an excellent lover, confident without being pushy, intuitive, naturally good in the way he moved and handled her body...
She cleared her throat. “Then she could’ve heard about it, I suppose.”
“Averil has lots of family in the area. Maybe word got around to her.”
“What about your aunt?” Ellen asked, finally voicing the question she’d been suppressing all along.
“You thinkshetold Averil?”
“I think she may have sabotaged the well.”
“No,” he said. “No way.”
“I can’t imagine she’s very happy that I ended up with the Haslem job.”
“She’s not. But she knows better than to do something illegal.”
Lynn had never seemed like a paragon of virtue to Ellen. Ellen believed she’d do what she could to get even. The question wasn’t whether it was illegal; it was whether she believed she could get away with it. And maybe she’d somehow been presented with the perfect opportunity last night.
But Hendrix loved Lynn; she didn’t share what she was thinking because she didn’t want to cause an argument. “If you say so.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to drill whatever’s in the well out?”
“Hard to say at this point. I don’t even know what it is.”
“Let’s hope it’s not cement. Or dynamite, like Stuart used back in the day to remove obstructions.”
“Trust me. I’m hoping.”
“Jay said you’re trying to fix everything for free.”
