I looked at my watch, then said, "Why don't you call a lawyer to be beside you, then?"

"I don't need an attorney. I'm not the one who did something wrong." She hesitated, then added, "You are right about one thing, Suzanne. It's best to resolve this, and to do it quickly. I'll call Chief Martin right after you leave."

I felt bad leaving her alone to face the police chief, but her negative reaction to my suggestion that I should stay was pretty apparent, and I didn't feel like getting shot down again.

"It's the right thing to do," I said as I walked toward the door.

She said so softly I could barely hear her, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I walked outside, and Grace was pacing back and forth in front of the used clothing shop. "What happened?"

"Why didn't you come back in after you were finished with your phone call?"

"I thought you might have more luck in there without me. Did you?"

I smiled softly at her. "As a matter of fact, I did. She's calling the police right now."

"Why on earth would she do that?"

"It appears that Gabby had an argument with Peg the morning she was murdered," I said lightly.

"How did you find that out? Did she actually tell you that? You're good, Hart, I'll give you that."

I kept looking for a police cruiser, but as the time ticked past, I was beginning to wonder if Gabby had undergone a change of heart.

"How did you get her to talk to you?" Grace asked.

"I told her the truth, and then I just stayed there and listened," I admitted.

She nodded. "I never thought to try that with Gabby." As her gaze matched mine out the front window, she asked, "What were they fighting about, did she say?"

"It appears that Peg made sure that her position as chairwoman handled all of the work, and her vice chair was strictly an honorary position."

"How odd. Usually it's the other way around."

I stared at her for a second. "Does everyone in the world know that but me?"

Grace said, "If you didn't go to bed by eight every night and took the time to join a committee now and then, you'd know it, too. I wonder why Peg didn't give up any of the responsibilities? It must have been a ton of work."

"That's the same thing Gabby and Janice Deal were wondering." I saw a patrol car approaching, and for once, it stopped in front of Gabby's shop instead of mine. As the chief got out and started to walk inside, he glanced over at us, and was clearly surprised to see Grace and me both on the couch watching him.

Without any formal plan, we both waved to him, nearly in unison.

He shook his head without responding, then walked into ReNEWed.

"Now what?" Grace asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not going anywhere until he comes out again."

"Sounds good. I just wish we had some popcorn while we're waiting," Grace said.

"This isn't a movie. It's real life."

"What, you can't have popcorn in real life?" she asked.

We didn't have long to wait. Less than ten minutes after he'd entered, we saw Chief Martin leave. This time, he didn't even glance in our direction as he got back into his patrol car alone.

"I wonder what that's all about?" I asked.

At that moment, Gabby walked outside, waved to the chief, and then ducked into the cruiser with him.

Grace came back to the door and saw them leave together. "What did I miss?"

"Gabby took off with him in the patrol car."

"He arrested her?" Grace asked, her voice growing suddenly louder.

I shook my head. "It didn't look like that to me. She appeared to go with him of her own free will."

As I reached for my telephone, Grace asked, "Who are you going to call?"

"I'm giving George a call to see if he can find out what's going on."

"He's talking to Burt, remember?" she reminded me as we got into her car.

I nodded as I slid my telephone back into my purse. "Actually, I forgot all about that. What are we going to do now?"

"We need to visit Patty Cakes," she said.

"Pull over and let me out then. You don't even have to come to a full stop. Just slow down enough so I can jump out."

Grace looked at me a second and said, "Don't be such a baby."

"This is going to be a nightmare. Janice Deal hates me," I said. "She's not going to tell me anything."

"Just charm her like you always do, Suzanne."

"I won't do it," I said.

She put the car into PARK, and said, "It's too late. We're already here."

I looked up and realized we were in front of Janice's cake shop. I wasn't sure the woman would throw a bucket of water on me if I was on fire, but I didn't have much choice. I had to find out what she knew about Peg Masterson's odd behavior just before she died, even if it meant I had to eat a healthy dose of crow to get any information out of her.

At least I didn't have to eat any of her cake.

"What are you doing here?" Janice asked as Grace and I walked into the cake shop.

"I felt bad about the way we left things," I lied. "It's no excuse, but I'm under a great deal of stress right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

She stared hard at me for a full ten seconds, then asked, "Does that mean you were lying about my cakes being bad?"

Oh, no. She wasn't going to make me eat one, was she? I wanted to find Peg Masterson's killer, but did I want to find out that badly? I hoped it didn't come to that.

"They're delightful," I said, barely able to choke out the words. If I were Pinocchio, my nose would have grown all the way out the door by now.

"I forgive you, then," Janice said. "After all, it takes a bigger person to forgive someone than it does to ask for forgiveness. I don't mind being the bigger person."

I couldn't take any more of that, no matter how important it was that I get on good terms with Janice Deal again.

I started to say something when Grace stepped in. "We're both just so concerned about poor Peg. It's tragic, isn't it?"

"It's certainly unfortunate," Janice said, being careful not to commit one way or the other.

Grace went on, "We just spoke with Gabby Williams, and she told us about the dilemma you had trying to help her run the kitchen tour."

"I'm the vice chairperson," Janice said indignantly. "I should have had something to do besides signing checks."

"You'll have to do everything now, won't you?" I asked.

"Someone has to," she said. "We can't afford to cancel the next three weekends or we'll have to refund everyone's ticket, and there's not enough money in our account to pay people back."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"These things always have expenses, the way Peg explained it to me. There are ads that have to be placed, flyers need to be made up, lots of things like that. You wouldn't think so, but it can really add up."

I had to bite my lip to keep my smart comments to myself, and when I thought I could do that, I asked, "Did you write many checks for the event?"

"Several," she admitted. "Some of them were for cash, too. Peg explained that a lot of the folks she dealt with preferred it that way."

"Could we possibly see the checkbook for the committee?" Grace asked.

"I'm not sure I should," Janice said. "It's really none of your business."

"You're right," I said. "We just thought we might be able to help you stay out of jail, but it's probably better to let the chief of police look at it first. Let's go, Grace, she doesn't need our help after all."

Janice moved in front of the door, blocking our escape. "What are you two talking about?"

I said, "We really won't know for sure until we see the books, but did Peg bring you receipts for the money she spent?"

"She told me it wasn't necessary," Janice said a little uneasily.

"Then you don't have any proof where the money's actually gone, do you?"

"A bit of it," Janice said as her frown became full blown. "Peg told me it was the way things were run, and I didn't have any reason not to believe her."

I said, "Do you happen to know who Peg used as a vice chairman before you took over the job?"

"Marge Rankin used to do it, until they had a falling out about something," Janice said. "Hang on a second. I'll go get the committee checkbook."

She ducked into the back room, and I asked Grace, "What do you make of this? It sounds fishy to me."

"Who takes cash for advertisements and flyers?" she asked. "I want to see the legitimate checks she wrote. That way we can see what's missing."

I walked to the window and pulled a flyer off the glass. "This isn't exactly state of the art, is it? It's not even in color, so it probably cost her a few pennies a copy."

"Then let's see how much she spent."

"Here you go," Janice said as she handed me the checkbook. I turned to the recording section and started scanning the withdrawals, keeping a running tab of checks made out to cash, and ones to legitimate suppliers.

Something odd struck me right off the bat. "There aren't that many checks made out to cash here, Janice."

"Peg said that it might look odd to the committee if we did too many of those, so she had me make most of them out to Party Enterprises Galore. That's a company of hers, and she said she could get us things at cost if we used her side business."

I looked at Grace and smiled. "I'm willing to bet all the checks read 'P.E.G.' I bet she thought she was hilarious."

As Grace took the checkbook from me, Janice asked, "Do you two honestly think I did something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her that she'd helped Peg swindle a charity by funneling money into a private account, but she looked so distraught I didn't have the heart to. "Someone else will have to sort it all out."

"You should call the chief right now and tell him everything you just told us," Grace said.

"Do I really have to? That man doesn't like me."

I said, "Grace is right. He needs to know. It could have been the reason Peg was killed."

"I didn't do it," Janice said fiercely.

"That's why you need to bring this to the police. They'll have an easier time believing you if you're the one who points this out to them."

"You two wouldn't hang around and stay with me, would you?" There was a look of abject terror in her eyes, and I wanted to agree, despite how I felt about the woman.

Grace surprised me, though. "We can't. It will look like we knew about it too, and the chief is already suspicious of Suzanne. She can't afford any more scrutiny, and if I stayed with you, they'd link it to her as well. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to do this on your own."

Grace handed the checkbook back to Janice, then said, "Let's go," to me.

Once we were outside, I said, "It's kind of harsh, leaving her to face Martin all by herself."

"I don't have any sympathy for her," Grace said as she got into her car. "She was stupid and foolish writing those checks, and she's going to have to answer for her behavior."

I nodded. "You're right, but I still can't help feeling a little bad for her."

"Suzanne, that's your problem sometimes. Your heart is bigger than your brain. Can you imagine it? Peg had the audacity to steal from the fundraiser, and Janice just went along with it."

"Why would she steal from charity, when she had so much money of her own?" I asked. "It just doesn't make sense."

"Maybe she had some sort of compulsion," Grace said.