Confections of a Partygoer by Ruth Hartzler

Author:Ruth Hartzler [Hartzler, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clean Wholesome Books

Chapter 13

As soon as we were back in my car, I turned to Matilda. “Do you think Silas is the Raven?”

She shrugged. “I’m keeping an open mind. Any man over eighty who was at the party is a suspect.”

I agreed. “And he lied—or at least was mistaken—about the length of time he’d been volunteering at the art gallery, as well as the length of time he’d been living in his apartment.”

“The time certainly fits with the time the Raven escaped.”

I felt a little nauseous. “Do you think he was suspicious of you? He did ask if you were my mother.”

Matilda grimaced. “That was a cause for concern, as was him getting the timeline wrong, but there could be an innocent explanation. We will discuss it with Eleanor later, but for now, you and I have to go to Scarface’s house.”

“What, now?” I was about to protest, but Matilda spoke first.

“And we will wear the old man disguises again. If the Raven does have eyes on us, he will think you’re Eleanor. Your build is completely different from Eleanor’s, and so that will help throw him off the track.”

“Look, I’m no spy,” I began, “but it’s extremely obvious, even to me, that the Raven will expect you and Eleanor to go to Scarface’s house. What if he has rigged something to explode when somebody enters the place?”

Matilda chuckled. “You’ve been watching too much TV.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can’t tell me it doesn’t happen.”

Matilda sobered at once. “You’re right, it does happen. And I’m certain the Raven has already searched Marvin’s house by now. Still, we need to search it.”

“But what’s the point?” I asked her. “You yourself said the Raven would have already searched it. What can possibly be left for us to find?”

“Leave the spying to me, Jane,” Matilda said with a wink. “The Raven didn’t know Scarface like I did. Let’s drive somewhere remote, change into the men’s clothes again, and then dump your car.”

“Dump my car?” I shrieked in alarm.

Matilda chuckled again. “That’s just a figure of speech, Jane. We’ll need to leave your car somewhere, walk a considerable distance disguised as old men, take a taxi to within a few blocks of a car hire place, and hire a car. I have the route all mapped out to avoid cameras.”

It dawned on me for the first time. “Can the Raven hack cameras on the street?”

“We should never leave anything to chance,” Matilda simply said.

And so, I found myself driving to Amish country, to a quiet road where I would be able to see cars or buggies coming in the distance. “I’m not using glue on your wig this time,” Matilda said, “since we won’t be doing any gymnastic activities. I’ll use wig grip instead.”

We changed into the old man disguises, and then Matilda instructed me to drive to town. I had blisters from the shoes of the previous night, but Matilda had provided a pair of thicker socks this time.

“If the Raven does

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