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RING AROUND THE ROSIE
JULLIAN SCOTT
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Fifteen Years Earlier - Monday
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Fifteen Years Earlier - Tuesday
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Fifteen Years Earlier - Wednesday
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Fifteen Years Earlier - Thursday
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Fifteen Years Earlier – Friday Morning
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About the Author
Prologue
Chapter One
Copyright © 2016 by Jullian Scott
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or
used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the
publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
CHAPTER ONE
I t had been a long time since Olivia had felt like her lungs had
been sucked out of her chest. It had been fifteen years, in fact.
But this time, Nate was there to catch her when her legs buckled. He
eased her to the ground and then sat next to her.
“You’re going to get your suit dirty,” she said, her mouth
completely dry.
“Bubba will be thrilled.” Nate patted Olivia on the back
awkwardly.
“Bubba?”
“My dry cleaner,” Nate said as if it was the most natural thing in
the world.
In spite of everything, Olivia laughed. “Your dry cleaner is named
Bubba?”
“You’re awfully judgmental today.” Nate’s smile was forced.
Olivia wanted to say something that would make things between
them less tense, but she had to know about the girl. “Who was she,
Nate?”
Nate glanced nervously toward the open door. “We haven’t
notified the family yet. Let’s go to your office.”
Nate pulled Olivia to her shaky feet and led the way to her office.
It was more of a closet, really. It was only her second year of
teaching at Randolph University and she hadn’t been upgraded to
the real offices yet. But she had enough room for a desk, some
bookshelves and a couple of chairs.
She sank heavily into the nearest chair while Nate perched on
the edge of her desk.
“Her name was Karen Collins.” Nate watched Olivia closely for her
reaction. He shifted on the desk and Olivia caught a glimpse of his
gun. She found it comforting.
“Should I know that name?” Olivia didn’t like the way Nate was
looking at her.
“Maybe.” He regarded her carefully. “She was registered for your
Intro to Criminal Psychology class last year.”
Olivia sucked in a sharp breath. “She was one of my students?”
Nate nodded. His eyes roamed the room and settled somewhere
just above Olivia’s head. “You don’t remember her?”
“No.” Olivia felt her brow furrow as she dug deeper into her brain
for any recollection of the name Karen Collins. “I have 300 students
in a semester, Nate. If she was in one of my smaller classes, I would
know her. But Criminal Psychology has over 100 students in it.”
“It’s okay, Liv. You don’t have to explain it to me. I get it.” Nate’s
eyes dropped until they locked on hers.
“You think there’s a connection.” Olivia had figured out why Nate
was sitting in her office instead of investigating the murder. “What
are you thinking exactly, Nate?
“The body was positioned identically to Rosie’s, Liv. Down to the
rose in her hand.” Nate moved to the seat next to Olivia and leaned
close. “That information was never released to the public. No one
knew about that except your family, the police, and the killer.”
“You think Rosie’s murderer is back?” Olivia shivered as a chill
shot down her spine. “And you think the fact that his newest victim
was one of my students isn’t just a coincidence?”
“You just said it yourself back in the lecture hall,” Nate reminded
her. “With serial murderers, nothing is a coincidence.”
Olivia felt another tremor dart through her body. “Am I in danger,
Nate?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
Nate reached over and took her hand between his. “I don’t know,
Olivia. But try not to worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to
you.”
It took Olivia almost an hour to convince Nate that he should
head back to work. She had another lecture to lead, and Nate
needed to find a serial killer. He reluctantly agreed to leave, but only
after Olivia promised to let him stop by her place after work. That
likely meant she would have to cook him dinner, too, but she was
pretty much used to that.
She was distracted during her lecture and it showed. At one
point, she accidentally said that Marilyn Manson was responsible for
Helter Skelter rather than Charles Manson. The class laughed, but to
Olivia it was a pretty big sign that she should wrap up class early.
She didn’t even stay to answer questions, but headed directly
outside and into a cab. She was home in less than ten minutes.
“Rosie! You better be floating around here somewhere,” she
called out as she tossed her keys onto the entry table and kicked off
her heels. “We need to talk.”
Olivia had never figured out how the whole Rosie ghost thing
worked. Rosie just showed up, but only when Olivia was alone.
Sometimes Olivia would call out to her and she would appear, but
other times nothing happened. Olivia had no idea what to expect
this time, but she was desperate to talk to her sister.
“You don’t have to shout.” Rosie was resting comfortably on
Olivia’s bed. “Bad day at work?”
“Something like that.” Olivia frowned at her ghost sister and
flopped onto the bed next to her. “I have something to tell you that
you aren’t going to like.”
“You’re getting a roommate?” Rosie guessed.
“No. But Nate is coming over tonight so please behave.” While
Rosie never made an appearance when someone else was present,
she did like to exert her ghostly influence every now and then. When
Nate was around, that usually meant dimming some lights or
switching on the radio to a soft rock station. Nate was convinced
that Olivia’s place was haunted and Olivia had a hard time not telling
him that he was right.
“I will be on my best behavior. Cross my heart.” Rosie drew a
cross over her chest with one pale finger. “Assuming I have a heart.
I don’t know. Do ghosts have hearts?”
“We have more important things to discuss, Rose.” Olivia stared
at the ceiling. The paint was looking a little dingy and she wondered
if she could convince Nate to do some painting for her. He was quite
handy for a pretty boy. “Nate paid me a visit at school today.”
“He doesn’t usually do that, does he?” Rosie’s eyes flickered. She
knew something was up.
“No, he doesn’t. But it was important.” Olivia took a deep breath
and said, “A girl was murdered last night. Her body was left in the
park with her head bashed in and rope marks around her wrists.”
Rosie bolted upright. “What about the rose?”
“Yes, she had a rose tucked into her hand.”
“He’s back,” Rosie hissed. Her eyes were wide with fright.
“It’s okay, Rosie. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Olivia was
surprised by Rosie’s reaction. She had expected her to be upset, but
Rosie looked downright fearful.
“I’m not worried about myself, Olivia,” she said with a defiant
toss of her hair. “If he’s killing again, why Chicago? It’s a long way
from where I was murdered. Unless…”
Rosie grabbed Olivia’s arm with her ice-cold ghost hand. She had
just realized what Nate had thought from the very beginning. “Is he
here because of you, Olivia?”
Olivia tried not to look scared as she said, “Maybe. Nate seems to
think so.”
“You have to let Nate protect you,” Rosie declared with a fierce
nod of her head. “He carries a gun. He’s tough. Nate can keep you
safe.”
“He will, Rosie. Don’t worry.” Olivia had convinced herself that
Nate was just being paranoid by assuming that Olivia was somehow
the ultimate target of the new murder. But seeing Rosie’s reaction,
she was glad Nate would be spending the night. “Rosie, are you sure
you don’t remember anything about your killer?”
It was a topic they had been over hundreds of times, and the
answer never changed. Rosie’s lips pressed into a thin line as she
said, “No, Olivia. I don’t remember anything. He hit me from behind,
remember?”
“I remember.” Olivia tried not to think about the image of Rosie’s
head being bashed in. “Sorry, I had to ask.”
“I know.” Rosie smiled. “Don’t worry. I still love you.”
“Gee, thanks.” Olivia returned the smile. “I still love you, too,
Rose. Even if you are just a figment of my imagination and I’m
completely insane.”
FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER - MONDAY
“Did you take my blue sweater?” Rosie didn’t bother knocking before
barging into her sister’s room. She was already running late for
school.
“What? No.” Olivia scowled at her. “It would never fit me anyway.
Your boobs are so much bigger than mine.”
Rosie ignored her and opened the closet door. “Maybe Mom put it
in your closet by mistake.”
“Maybe you lost it just like you always lose everything.” Olivia
was busy shoving books into her schoolbag. “You need to finish
getting dressed. We’re already late.”
“This is so annoying!” Rosie said, slamming the closet door. She
didn’t even like that blue sweater, but she knew it looked good on
her. She needed to look her best today because the school would be
voting for Homecoming Queen.
Olivia calmly said, “Why don’t you wear that pink top with the V-
neck. That color looks really good on you.”
“I guess that will work.” Rosie turned to leave. “Thanks, Livvy.”
“Anytime, Rose.”
She had thought that would be her only meltdown of the day.
But when she got to school, she noticed a familiar motorcycle parked
on the street. Rosie hurried to lock her car and nearly jogged toward
the school.
“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked, hurrying behind her.
“Nothing. We’re just way late.” Rosie glanced over her shoulder
to make sure they weren’t being followed.
She didn’t start to relax until they were safely inside. Olivia
hurried off in the direction of her first class while Rosie strolled to
her locker. She didn’t care if she was late to class.
“I thought you weren’t going to show.” Dylan was waiting for her,
leaning against her locker. His dark hair hung in its usual messy
waves. Rosie loved to run her fingers through his hair.
“Wardrobe malfunction,” Rosie explained, grinning at him. Even
after dating for six months, she still got butterflies in her stomach
whenever he was around. “You waited for me.”
“I walk you to class in the morning. That’s my thing.” He stepped
aside so that she could open her locker. “Besides, you have my Trig
homework and I need to turn it in this morning.”
Rosie smacked a hand to her forehead. “Right! I almost forgot.”
“You know, cheaters only cheat themselves,” Dylan said with a
smirk.
“Only the kids that are dumb enough to do their own work think
that,” Rosie replied, handing him the homework. “Ready?”
Dylan took her hand as they walked down the hallway. Most of
their classmates were already inside the rooms. Only a few
stragglers were still roaming the hall.
“We should talk about plans for Saturday night,” Dylan said.
“What time should I pick you up?”
“Early,” Rosie said. “We can go to The Spot before we go to the
dance.”
Dylan grinned. “You are the best girlfriend ever.”
The Spot was a secret place where teenagers in Mercy went for
some private time. Rosie and Dylan went there almost every
weekend.
“Of course I am,” she agreed. “That’s why you love me.”
“I do,” he said urgently. “I love you.”
Rosie was surprised at his intensity. “I know you do. I love you,
too.”
“Good.” He nodded to the door. “We’re here. You should hurry
inside before the bell rings.”
She hesitated in the doorway, just as the bell rang. “Will you wait
for me after school and walk me to my car?”
Dylan froze, then nodded slowly. “Of course. I’ll always wait for
you.”
Rosie kissed him quickly, offered him one last smile, and hurried
to her seat.
It was Rosie’s last Monday alive.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I can’t believe you’re stopping again. Ohio isn’t that far away,
Nate.”
Letting Nate drive had been a bad decision. His typical
restlessness and inability to focus kicked into overdrive once he got
behind the wheel. They had already stopped twice– once for gas and
once for Nate to use the bathroom– and they were only halfway to
their destination. Olivia was growing impatient.
“The whole point of a road trip is to spend some time enjoying
the journey.” Nate turned off the engine empathically. “Now, get out
of the car. We’re going to have a nice time, damn it.”
Olivia rolled her eyes, but she got out of the car. Despite his cool-
guy good looks and tough attitude, at his core, Nate was a total
dork. That was partly why he and Olivia had remained such good
friends over the years. It shouldn’t have been a big surprise that he
wanted to stop at an apple orchard on their way to Mercy.
“Sometimes, I think you’re a seventy-year-old woman trapped in
a man’s body.”
Nate scoffed. “Please. A seventy-year-old woman wouldn’t know
what to do with this body.”
“If you weren’t the one driving, I would so leave you here.”
“No way. You would miss me too much.” Nate grinned and tossed
an arm around Olivia’s shoulders. She pretended to be annoyed, but
they both knew Nate was right– Olivia liked having him around. By
the time they entered the old barn converted into a charming
storefront for apples and pumpkins, Olivia was wearing a reluctant
smile.
“You need to be on your best behavior this weekend, Nathaniel.”
Olivia had already warned Nate several times about not making
inappropriate jokes or drinking too much in front of her family. He
had only partly listened each time.
“Liv. Stop worrying. People love me.” Nate grabbed an apple and
tossed it in the air, catching it effortlessly.
Olivia didn’t smile this time. “I mean it, Nate. No jokes about our
relationship. No telling embarrassing stories about me. And
absolutely do not go into the details of your job.”
“My job? Really? You’re pretty much eliminating every possible
talking point.” Nate grabbed a free sample of apple cider and
chugged it down. “What am I supposed to do when someone asks
me what I do for a living?”
“You can tell them. Just keep out the details.” Olivia frowned at
an overwhelming display of pumpkin-flavored products. “They don’t
need any reminders of Rosie’s death.”
Nate finally understood. “Ah. I see.”
“They don’t like to talk about her on a normal day, so I’m pretty
sure they don’t want any murder stories dredging up painful
memories at Camilla’s day of happily-ever-after.” Olivia cringed a
little when she heard the anger in her voice.
Losing a loved one was never easy on a family, but having them
taken away by a murderer was devastating. Having the murder
remain unsolved for fifteen years only prolonged the torture. Talking
about Rosie was like pouring acid in an open wound.
“Fine. I’ll keep it nice and light. No bloody details.” Nate took
Olivia’s hand and pulled her toward the bakery. “But first you have to
buy me some pie.”
Olivia bought Nate a slice of pie and scanned the morning
newspaper on the counter while she waited for her change. After
reading the headline, she realized it was an older paper– nearly a
week old. It also wasn’t a local paper, but Olivia recognized the type
font of the Mercy News Daily. The headline screamed: “Murder.”
A murder in Chicago wasn’t exactly breaking news. In one
weekend, it wasn’t uncommon for the city to have a dozen murders.
But Karen Collins’ murder was special. She was a pretty, young,
teenage girl with seemingly her whole life in front of her. The
newspaper hadn’t hesitated to lay out the similarities with Rosie’s
murder. Olivia felt her chest tighten as she read the article.
“Hello?” The cashier waved Olivia’s change in front of her face.
“Oh. Thanks.” She held up the newspaper. “Can I take this?”
The cashier shrugged. “Sure. Some customer left it here a few
days ago and I keep forgetting to toss it out.”
Nate’s face lit up when Olivia placed his pie in front of him. “Eat
up,” she advised.
“In case you were wondering, the way to this man’s heart is
definitely through his stomach.” He ate half the slice in one giant
bite. “Candace was a terrible cook and she couldn’t bake a pie to
save her life.”
“Mhmm.” Olivia didn’t hear a word Nate said.
“Earth to Olivia. Pay attention to me.” Nate finished his pie and
shoved away the empty plate. “Alright, I’ll take the bait. What ya got
there, Olivia?”
“The police never had a solid lead in Rosie’s case. No good
suspect ever emerged.” Olivia held up the paper. “According to this
article, there’s new evidence that might change that.”
Nate grabbed the paper and read quickly, his dark eyes flashing.
“This journalist seems to have been doing some rogue detective
work. It’s possible none of this is true.”
“But what if it is true, Nate?” Olivia thought about how it would
feel to finally know who killed her sister. She wondered if solving the
crime would let her sister find peace on the other side.
Nate said slowly, “Try not to get your hopes up, Liv. But if you
want, I’ll dig into this.”
“I want.” Olivia didn’t have to think about it all. Bringing Rosie’s
killer to justice was all she had ever wanted.
“Well, then.” Nate pushed his chair away from the table. “We
better get back on the road.”
There were no more stops on the way to Mercy. The drive also
lacked conversation as both Nate and Olivia were thinking about the
murders. Olivia kept glancing at Nate, his jaw clenched and his
knuckles white on the steering wheel. She knew that he had been
following Rosie’s case over the years, making calls to the Mercy
Police Department to get updates. He spent late nights pouring over
the evidence from the case, which wasn’t much.
Olivia had never asked him to do any of those things. It was just
Nate, being a good friend. But now Olivia had officially requested his
help and she knew he wouldn’t rest until the case was solved. It was
a selfish thing to ask of him, but she was desperate. With the
murderer striking again so close, she no longer had the luxury of
time.
The town of Mercy hadn’t changed much over the years. Olivia
had only been back about a dozen times since moving away at 18
and she always expected it to look completely different from her
memories. But that wasn’t the case. She recognized every street
name and house, remembered the turns to get to her childhood
home, and knew exactly what would be waiting for her behind the
front door.
Rosie’s murder had shocked the small town. Parents had kept
their kids close and looked at every stranger as a potential threat.
But for Olivia’s family, it had been more than just a simple reminder
that evil things happened, even in small towns. The murder had torn
her family apart, and even after all these years, Olivia had never
found a way to put it back together.
Nate was practically giddy as Olivia rang the familiar doorbell. He
had a bizarre fascination with her past and that included her
dysfunctional family. Shortly after Rosie’s murder, Olivia’s parents
had separated. In the following years, neither of them had ever
mustered enough courage to follow through with a divorce, so they
remained in a state of marital blisslessness.
Olivia had finished her high school years living with her father
while her mother had moved to an apartment on the far end of
town. She hadn’t been able to stay in their home with Rosie’s
undisturbed bedroom reminding them of their loss. Her mother’s
exodus had felt like a betrayal to Olivia and she had never fully been
able to forgive her for not being strong enough to stay.
“Olivia.”
Mr. Thompson greeted his daughter with minimal enthusiasm.
Since the murder, her dad had been walking around numbly, an
empty shell that was shuffling through life against its will. Olivia
hugged him stiffly, faintly remembering how she used to run into his
arms as a child, her skinny arms and legs wrapping around his
strong frame. Now he was older, frailer, and so was she.
“Hi, Dad.” She couldn’t look at him too closely.
He glanced over her shoulder, eyes weary. Nate stepped forward
and offered his hand.
“Nathaniel Tucker, sir.”
“Call me Ed.” A flicker of recognition passed over his face. “You’re
the detective?”
Nate smiled, pleased that Olivia had mentioned him to her father.
“That’s right.”
Ed sighed. “I suppose we had to meet eventually. Come on
inside.”
Nate looked at Olivia, eyebrows raised, but she ignored him and
moved inside. To appease her father’s worries about her living in the
city as a single woman, she often talked about Nate’s presence in
her life. It was possible that her father had interpreted their
relationship as something more than just a close friendship. Bringing
Nate home for her cousin’s wedding wasn’t likely to change that
interpretation.
“You should take your stuff on upstairs. I won’t inquire into
sleeping arrangements as my heart is already susceptible to failure.”
Ed pointed to the stairs. “I’ve been sleeping in the guest room down
here these days, so you’ll have the second floor to yourselves.”
Olivia didn’t ask why her father chose to sleep in the drafty,
musty guest room rather than the master bedroom. She suspected
that he had grown tired of walking past his children’s empty rooms
on a daily basis, stark reminders of a time when the house had been
full of laughter and life.
She pointed Nate to her brother’s old room. Brian, six years
younger than Olivia, still lived in Mercy with his wife, Taylor, and
their two kids. Olivia usually saw them a couple of times each year
when they brought the kids to the city for extended weekend visits.
She loved her niece and nephew more than anything, but sometimes
seeing her brother surrounded by his family reminded her that she
was completely alone. Unless you counted Rosie’s ghost.
Olivia’s childhood room remained untouched– a shrine to the
teenage Olivia that had hung posters on the walls and tucked photos
into the corners of the dresser mirror. Standing in that room, Olivia
was instantly transported back to a simpler time.
She was fourteen and awkward, all limbs and bony joints. A boy
had sent her a note in class, asking her if she would be his girlfriend.
It was Olivia’s first crush and she couldn’t stop grinning, bouncing
around with excitement. As she danced around her bedroom, Rosie
stuck her head through the partially opened door.
“You’re grinning like a goof,” Rosie teased, her smile infectious.
“Who’s the boy?”
“Ben Briarson,” Olivia replied, not bothering to try to hide it from
her sister. Rosie was too good at guessing exactly what Olivia was
thinking. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”
Rosie entered the room completely and leaned against the
doorframe. “You like him?”
Olivia nodded.
“Then I’m happy for you.” Rosie suddenly looked very serious.
“Just promise me you will protect your heart, Olivia. You can never
count on a guy to keep it safe for you.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Olivia teased with a laugh. Rosie didn’t
return it.
“You should listen to me, little sis. I won’t always be here to give
you advice.”
Olivia rolled her eyes, certain that her big sister was just trying to
sound wise and mature. Rosie was always acting like she knew more
than Olivia, imparting words of wisdom and making bold
declarations. Next autumn, the elder Thompson sister would head
off to college and Olivia knew that she would miss Rosie, even if she
was a bit of a know-it-all.
“Stop being so fatalistic, Rose. You have decades to boss me
around.”
Rosie would be dead in less than a month.
“Your brother has a serious porn collection under his mattress,”
Nate informed Olivia happily, interrupting her blast from the past.
“I guess we know how you’ll be occupying your time later this
evening.” Olivia’s mind was still returning slowly to the present.
Immediately after the murder, she had spent hours lost in flashbacks
of Rosie. This was the first one she’d experienced in months. “I think
Brian also kept an impressive baseball card collection in his room,
too.”
“Sex and baseball. Two of my favorite pastimes.” Nate grinned
wickedly.
Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “Remember, no sex jokes in front of my
father. He has guns and he’s not afraid to use them.”
“You worry too much. Parents love me.”
It was true– everyone loved Nate. That was part of the problem.
Olivia hadn’t seen most of her family in over a decade, and she
would no doubt be awkward and impersonal around them. Nate
would win them over in seconds, his charming personality further
exacerbating Olivia’s hard and cold demeanor.
“Try not to be too Nate this weekend, okay?”
“What does that mean?” Nate pretended to be offended. “If I
didn’t know that you love me, my feelings would be hurt.”
Olivia shoved Nate toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go for a
walk.”
CHAPTER SIX
M ercy, Ohio was exactly like Nate had pictured it in his head-
10,000 people crammed into 20 square blocks. Every front
yard was neatly trimmed, cars sparkled in the driveways, and
children played in the street. Neighbors eyed them suspiciously as
they passed.
“Do I have ‘kidnapper’ stamped across my forehead?” Nate
asked.
“You walk like a cop,” Olivia answered easily.
“What does that even mean?”
Olivia shrugged. “It’s not easily definable. You just know it when
you see it.”
“Shouldn’t that be a good thing? Cops are the good guys.”
“This town has exactly one sheriff and two volunteer deputies.
The last time these people saw an outsider cop was the day after
Rosie’s murder. When people see you, they don’t think ‘good guy.’
They think, ‘I wonder what tragedy has struck Mercy this time’.”
Nate wasn’t sure if Olivia was right, or if she was just giving him
a hard time, but he tucked his hands into his pockets and tried to
look less like a cop anyway.
“So, do you have a destination in mind, or are we just taking an
ambling stroll through town?”
Olivia tucked her hand into the crook of Nate’s elbow, like an old
lady needing help crossing the street. “A little bit of both, actually.
There’s something I want you to see.”
Nate was surprised at how much her grip tightened over his arm
when they entered an abandoned park. Her footsteps slowed, too,
until they were barely moving forward.
“This is it, isn’t it?”
Olivia nodded. “This is where Rosie died.”
It was an empty park now, with rotting trees and overgrown
weeds, but Nate could picture what it had looked like back then. For
one thing, he had looked at the crime scene photos at least a
hundred times. But also, this park was just like the parks he had
played in as a kid- open areas for playing tag, monkey bars and
swings, and a small shelter house to duck into when it rained.
“There.” Olivia dropped Nate’s arm and nodded toward the
swings.
Nate remembered from his research that Rosie had been found
on a bare patch of ground just past the swings. He followed Olivia
slowly, taking in their surroundings. After all these years, there was
unlikely to be any remaining evidence from the crime, but his
training had taught him to always see everything, even if it seemed
futile.
Olivia stopped at the edge of the worn grass and knelt before it.
Her hand grazed the blades and her eyes grew moist. After being
friends for so long, Nate knew exactly what she was thinking at that
very moment– she was picturing her sister’s blood soaking into the
ground.
“Liv.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure you want to
be here?”
She looked up at him with unblinking eyes. “I came to this spot
every single day after her death until I moved away. This was where
she took her last breath.”
“Why do you always say her death and not her murder?” Nate
knew from his experience dealing with murder victim’s families that
they often couldn’t get over the brutality of their loved one’s passing.
Olivia instead spoke of Rosie like she had just drifted off to sleep.
“The murder was just the act. Her death was the tragedy.” Olivia
stood up and brushed dirt from her knees. “Don’t get me wrong, I
want to find her murderer more than anything.”
“I know.” Nate watched Olivia settle onto one of the swings, her
feet kicking up dirt as she pushed off.
“Rosie and I used to come here when we were kids.” Olivia
kicked higher and threw back her head. “She loved to swing. Said it
felt like she was flying.”
Nate took a seat on the swing next to hers and watched her
swing. She was laughing and her hair flew madly over her face.
Watching her, Nate could see what she must have been like before
Rosie’s murder and how much life and joy had been taken from her.
“You should swing more often,” Nate advised, unable to keep a
smile from his face. “It looks good on you.”
Olivia stopped pumping her legs and let the swing come to a
stop. She brushed her hair from her face and looked at Nate. “Am I
a miserable person?”
“What?” Nate’s head snapped back. He certainly hadn’t been
expecting a question like that. “Of course not. Why would you ask
that?”
She shrugged and twisted a toe into the ground. “I know I’m not
fun to be around. I mope a lot. I have a hard time letting people in.
I don’t like meeting strangers. I hate small talk.” She looked at Nate
earnestly. “I don’t mean to be so miserable, but I know that I push
people away. Even you.”
Nate didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think Olivia was a
miserable person, but most of the things she said were true. She
kept a very close circle of friends and that was it. She rarely even
dated and the one guy she had been seriously involved with had left
her when she turned down his proposal after they had been
together for four years. When Nate had asked her why she hadn’t
wanted to get married, she didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t think you are miserable, Olivia. But I do think you have a
hard time letting people get to know you.” Nate knew her better
than anyone and even he found himself on the outside looking in
more often than not. “Look, I love you just the way you are, but I’m
an idiot so you might not want to listen to me.”
“You’re not an idiot, Nate.” Olivia smiled sadly. “You’re my best
friend. I wouldn’t be best friends with an idiot.”
“What about that girl, Casey, from grad school. She was pretty
stupid.” Nate was rewarded with a happier smile from Olivia.
“She wasn’t stupid. She was in grad school, after all.”
“Really? She was getting a Masters in art, and she didn’t know
Van Gogh’s first name.”
Olivia laughed at the disbelieving look on Nate’s face. “Okay, fine.
She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier. And I wouldn’t
exactly call her my best friend.”
“Hey, Liv. There’s something I need to ask you.” Nate had been
trying to decide on the best way to bring up his plans without
upsetting her. So far, he’d come up with nothing, so he was just
going to be direct. “I want to talk to some people while we are in
town, about Rosie’s murder.”
“Which people?”
“I’d like to start with your dad.” Nate waited for Olivia to shoot
him down, but she just gave him a long look. “Only if it’s okay with
you.”
“Good luck with that.” She laughed. “If you can get him to talk,
it’s fine with me. Who else?”
“Some other family members that were close to Rosie. I think
your cousin would be a good source. I’m not sure how much she’ll
want to gossip about her dead cousin on her wedding day, but I’ll
give it my best shot.”
“Just wear a tight-fitting shirt and smile a lot,” Olivia advised. “I
can put you in touch with Crystal, too. She was Rosie’s best friend.”
“Good. Thanks.” Nate felt better now that Olivia was onboard
with his plan.
“One condition.”
He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. “Yeah?”
“I want to go with you when you talk to them.”
“Olivia, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Nate knew he had to
tread carefully. When Olivia had her heart set on something, it was
almost impossible to convince her otherwise. “You’re too close to this
case. People might not be willing to talk if you are there.”
Olivia shook her head. “It’s no use, Nater. I’m going with you. I
might be close to this case, but I also know it better than anyone.
Even you.”
“You might hear things about Rosie that you won’t like.” People
often remembered the past differently as the years went on. Rosie’s
friends might not be as clouded by their grief now and they might
divulge secrets that could hurt Olivia.
“I can handle it.” Olivia’s jaw was clenched and her eyes
narrowed. It was her determined face and Nate knew better than to
keep trying to fight it.
“Okay, fine. But let me do the talking.”
Olivia held out her hand, and Nate shook it.
“I want you to remember this moment, Nate. This is the moment
when you and I became partners.” Olivia grinned triumphantly.
“I’m expecting the world to stop spinning at any time.” Nate
sighed. “When do we start? Should we wait until after the wedding?”
“No way. We start right now.”
Olivia’s dad was watching a baseball game on television and he
barely looked up when they entered the room. Nate took a seat on
the couch and Olivia grabbed them each a beer from the kitchen.
“Dad, Nate has something he wants to ask you.” Olivia sat next
to Nate, her hands fidgeting with the label on her beer bottle. It was
her nervous tell.
Ed sighed loudly and turned off the television. “I figured this was
coming. How far along are you?”
“What?” Olivia dropped her beer, scoping it up before it spilled.
Nate would’ve been impressed by her reflexes if he wasn’t frozen
in shock.
“You’re pregnant, right? Nate wants to make an honest woman
out of you before the baby comes?” Ed grunted as he shifted in his
chair. “I’m not exactly happy about this situation, but you’re a grown
woman and these things happen.”
“Dad, for the love of all that is holy, please stop talking.” Olivia’s
face was a brilliant shade of red. Under other circumstances, Nate
would’ve found it funny.
“It is okay, Olivia.” Ed glared in Nate’s direction. “I would’ve
preferred to have met your boyfriend before the unplanned
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darf? Mag die durstige Kehle dursten! Dafür trinkt das durstige Auge
die Schönheit, die der Blick auf die liebliche Lößnitz zu unsern
Füßen bietet, in vollen Zügen. Ein andrer Blick wieder, als vom
Jakobstein über Wackerbarths Ruhe, die aus der Ferne noch einmal
zu uns freundlich herübergrüßt, aber auch bezaubernd schön in
seiner Art. Der um die Vervollkommnung des Lößnitzer Weinbaus
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u. Wildtmeister … vor eingelieferte Hirsch Wildts und andere Heuthe
auch Rehe felle und anders (Wölfe sind mehrfach noch genannt!)
noch 496 fl 2 gr an Jägerrechte zu fordern«. Er bittet, wenigstens die
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1675!! Treue Dienste müssen aber doch belohnt werden! Ist kein
Geld da, dann eben auf andre Weise! Und so war denn der Kurfürst
auf den Gedanken verfallen, sein Waldgebiet dort zu opfern, wo es
der Wildbahn nicht schädlich war: er verlieh an Stelle vielleicht sehr
dringlicher Gehaltszulagen ein Stück derartigen Heidebodens – als
Weinbergsgelände! Die Karte (Abb. 2) nennt Namen und Stand der
Bedachten: Forstleute und Amtsschreiber, Bürgermeister und
Kammerdiener, alle werden fast gleichmäßig bedacht: zwischen vier
und sechs Ackern schwankt die Größe der »Neuen Weinbergstede«.
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Gelegenheit benutzt hat, sein Heidegebiet abzurunden: »Diesen
Feldwinkl treten die Zwantzig Personen von Rädebeil vnderthenigst
ab! Zu ergäntzung dieser heyden ecken!« lesen wir unter anderem
im nordöstlichen Teile der Karte – sie ist umgekehrt orientiert wie
unsere Karten! Seit 1627 hat sie geruht – zum ersten Male wird sie
hier abgedruckt – im Dresdner Hauptstaatsarchiv fand ich sie (Loc.
38525, Rep. XVIIIa, Dresden 185), eine Zeichnung des Balthasar
Zimmermann, des kursächsischen Markscheiders, des Vetters jenes
berühmteren Mathias Oeder, dessen Heidekarte von 1600 bereits
Erwähnung fand.
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