Tomb With a View

With that in mind, I looked around for a likely weapon and grabbed the one and only thing I could find, a laser pointer Jim had recently used for a presentation to the Board of Trustees and had left out on the credenza in the reception area. If there was an assailant down there, I was ready. Maybe I couldn’t bean him with the pointer, but I could at least blind him long enough to run away.

Since it was Saturday and I wasn’t officially on the clock, I hadn’t been too worried about what to wear that day. Of course I still looked like a million bucks, but I was a million bucks in skinny jeans, an emerald green T-shirt, and sneakers. Good thing, too. Sneakers don’t make noise on steps.

I was at the bottom of those steps, holding my breath and wondering what to do next, when I saw that the door into the old locker room was opened a crack. I knew that wasn’t the way Ella and I had left it the night before. I crept closer.

And heard another noise.

It sounded like a muffled gasp, and I wondered if our burglar had caught some other employee by surprise and was holding that person hostage. Or worse. Just in case I needed it, I flicked on the laser and charged into the locker room.

If I had been a little less enthusiastic and a little more careful, I wouldn’t have interrupted Ray and Doris doing . . . well, what it was they were doing.

“Ew!” I jumped back and squeezed my eyes shut, the better to let Doris get up from Ray’s lap, where she was sitting with her legs sprawled on either side of him and her blouse unbuttoned. I heard shuffling and waited what I thought was an appropriate amount of time before I dared to open my eyes again. By that time, Doris was standing next to Ray. They were holding hands and smiling like lovestruck teenagers.

“What’s the matter, kid?” Ray asked. “You’ve never seen two people canoodling?”

“I’ve never seen . . . I never want to see . . . You’re too old for sex!” I wailed. When I shuddered, the light of the laser pointer did a jitterbug across the wall.

Doris and Ray laughed.

“Never too old,” Ray said. He slipped one arm around Doris’s shoulders and gave her a hug. “Thanks to that little blue pill you hear so much about, I’m never going to be too old.”

“And you two? . . . Together? . . . Here at the cemetery . . .” I am anything but straightlaced when it comes to sex, but I couldn’t find my voice.

My embarrassment didn’t faze Doris in the least. She smoothed her little old lady black skirt into place and carefully buttoned her blouse. “You’re not going to tell Ella, are you? She’s such a nice lady, and I love her dearly, but somehow, I don’t think she’d approve. Then again, we are volunteers. It’s not like we’re being paid and we need to be accountable for every minute we’re here.”

“Not to worry.” I congratulated myself for stringing together three coherent words and flopped down on the bench where Ray and Doris had just been—

I stood up again.

“I’m not going to tell Ella. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I glanced around the gloomy locker room. “There’s got to be a better place for you two to . . .” I searched for the right words and decided on, “Get together. It’s depressing down here. And anybody could walk in on you.”

As if he were the teenage boy and I were the angry parent, Ray hung his head. “Well, nobody ever comes into the locker room anymore. That’s why we figured we’d be all right. Besides, we’ve never done it down here before, but we just couldn’t wait, you know?”

I did. I didn’t want to discuss it. Or think about it. Or think about thinking about it. Murder was a far more acceptable subject than old people sex. I crossed my arms over my chest. The laser pointer made a zigzag pattern against the far wall. “Hey, while you were down here, you didn’t see anything unusual, did you?”

Doris giggled. “We weren’t looking for anything. We weren’t looking at anything. Anything but each other’s eyes.”

Their sighs overlapped.

I stayed strong. “Somebody has been down here,” I told them. “And just recently, I think.” It wasn’t a warning because, really, what they did and where they did it weren’t really any of my business, but I hoped they appreciated the subtle advice. “Ella and I were down here just yesterday, and when we were, we saw that somebody else had been down here, too. We found something interesting.”

Ray’s expression sobered. He took a step in my direction. “You mean something that relates to Marjorie’s murder?”

I reminded myself that, though they weren’t on my short list, I had considered both Ray and Doris as my culprits. Maybe I’d need my laser pointer after all. I clutched it tightly in one hand. “You didn’t like her,” I said, looking at both Ray and Doris because, of course, it applied to both of them. “Ray, you hated Marjorie because she played you for a sucker. And Doris, I’ll bet you were jealous.”