The Sharpest Edge

“I’m Kim Collins.”

The kid nodded. “Tom Payton. Eddie sent me up here to get you. He wants to show you something on Max’s boat.” He looked nervously at Sean. “You’re the cop?”

“Yeah.”

“He saw your cruiser. Wants you to come, too.”

Sean glanced at Kim as they followed Tom out the door. Her face was shuttered and she wouldn’t look at him. Was she pissed at Sean or upset because they had to deal with her dad? What had happened to make her hate Max so much?

No, that wasn’t Sean’s problem. It was so frustrating to find himself falling into the old patterns: caring about her, wanting to know what she was feeling, wishing he could take away her anguish. He’d thought he hated her too much to lapse into past behaviors. Habit. That’s all his feelings were. A bad habit it was time to break so he could focus on the more important questions. For one, what was going on with Max’s boat?

Eddie met them at the door to the boathouse, where he had Max’s boat in dry dock. He wasted no time on pleasantries. “You guys gotta see this.” He walked them over to the boat and pointed to the steering column. “Right there.”

Sean could see some scratches on the casing. “What am I looking for?”

Eddie pulled out a screwdriver and pointed to a small piece of metal poking out. “That little piece wedged in there?” He tugged on the steering wheel and it didn’t turn. “Jammed the steering column so it can’t turn.”

Sean squatted and pulled a flashlight off his belt. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Eddie leaned on the rim of the boat. “Told you his wife was trying to kill him.”

Sean had been treated to Eddie’s murder theories during their late nights at the hospital and he still didn’t buy them. In Sean’s opinion, Eddie felt guilty and was trying to absolve himself. Sean was certain Helen adored Max, even if she didn’t want to operate the Loon’s Nest for the rest of her life. “Assuming for a minute it wasn’t Helen, how else could this have happened?”

Kim was standing back, her arms folded across her chest. She was acting as though she didn’t care, but he couldn’t believe it. He simply couldn’t. He’d seen her love for her family too many times. It had been real and enduring. How had it come to this?

Eddie frowned. “I didn’t do it.”

“I know, Eddie. But could it have happened by mistake?”

He hesitated. “Well, Tom was working on the boat earlier in the day. He might have made an error, I guess.”

Sean could hear Tom outside talking to one of the resort guests about renting a boat to go waterskiing.

He sat back on his heels. “If the piece got wedged in there before Max took the boat out, how could he have steered from the start? Or it is possible that it shifted?”

“It definitely shifted as he drove. Helen probably wedged it in there and knew the steering would freeze up at some point.”

“But that could have been when he was going slow and was in no danger. It’s not a very good way to kill someone.”

Eddie frowned. “She’s not real bright when it comes to lake things. Lucky for us.”

Sean ground his teeth, trying to remain neutral. “Why are you so against Helen?”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “How can you be on her side? She’s the outsider.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side, Eddie. I’m just trying to get answers.”

Eddie turned away and looked for Kim, who was standing even farther away, her arms hugged around her body. “You believe me, don’t you, Kim? It was Helen trying to kill him.”

She glanced at Sean and he saw such stark angst on her face he felt it slap him. He had to close his eyes for a moment to force himself not to reach out to her. Dammit! Break the habit, Sean! But at least he’d been right to doubt her claim that she didn’t care about her dad at all.

“I don’t know what to believe.” Her voice was so pained that Eddie immediately softened.

“I’m sorry, Kimmy. I know it’s hard for you to talk about it.” He refocused on Sean. “But this is your job. You find a way to pin it on Helen before she destroys this place. I love this family and I’m not going to see it destroyed by some scheming outsider like Helen.”

“I’ll look into it. Keep the boat off-limits and I’ll send someone to check it out.” Sean inspected the rafters of the boathouse. There was a ledge around the ceiling where life jackets and some small boats were stored. Perfect hiding spot for someone who wanted to tamper with the boat and needed a place to wait until the opportunity arose.

This whole place was rife with opportunity for a stalker. It was a bunch of cabins in the woods. If Kim tried to run this place, she’d be walking on secluded trails all day long. He looked at her, and she was checking out the rafters as well. When she met his gaze, he knew she’d been thinking the same thing.

Good. Maybe she’d listen to him now.

KIM WAS TRUDGING back toward the office when Sean caught her arm. He nodded toward Tom. “Let’s chat with him.”

“About my dad’s accident?” She swallowed hard.

“Yeah.” He didn’t let go, forcing her to accompany him. He wouldn’t let her run away from her own father’s fate. Not when she’d given him that glimpse of her hidden angst. He wasn’t going to make it easy for her to reject Max. Because he loved Max. Not because he gave a rip about Kim’s happiness anymore. Or at least he was trying not to. It was harder than he wanted it to be. “Tom. Got a sec?”

Tom turned away from the guest who was paddling away in a canoe. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“You worked on Max’s boat before he took it out?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you inspect the steering column?”

“I did the normal maintenance. Everything was fine.” But he wasn’t making eye contact, and he was shifting restlessly on his feet.

“But did you check the steering column?”

Tom’s hands settled on his hips. “I didn’t look for things wedged in it.” There was a defiant edge to his voice. A challenge.

Interesting. “Eddie showed you the steering column?”

“Uh-huh.”

Yeah, Eddie would make a good investigator. “Any thoughts on how it got there?”

Tom shrugged. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t screw up.”

Sean lifted his eyebrow. “No one says you did. I’m just trying to gather information.”

“Well, it wasn’t me.” Tom picked at the edge of his T-shirt. “Is that it? I gotta get back to work.”

Sean let him go.

Kim stared across the lake, her arms folded across her chest. “You think my dad’s crash wasn’t an accident?” Her voice was clipped and reserved.

He didn’t buy her aloofness. “Do you?”