The Way of the Wicked (Hope Street Church Mysteries Book 2) (14 page)

“What a spread.” Warren whistled in appreciation. “Seems like everyone in your Bible group is a great cook.”

“We’ve gotten pretty spoiled on homemade baked goods,” Cooper agreed. “Most of us can bake something. Except for Jake. He always picks up Krispy Kremes. Oh, and Trish. She doesn’t cook anything—not even brownies from a box. She says she has the cleanest oven in Richmond.”

Warren laughed and Cooper felt herself relaxing. This wasn’t so hard. All she had to do was make some jokes and ask some questions. Judging by the way Warren smiled at her between bites, Cooper felt certain that she’d at least catch a glimpse of his life outside of Door-2-Door.

Placing his hand on the arm of an elderly lady wearing purple bifocals, Warren turned to Cooper. “This is my Nana Helen. She has Alzheimer’s. Don’t mind her if she doesn’t say much. This has been one of those days where she’s been revisiting memories in her mind.”

“Does she live with you?” Cooper asked, her heart warmed by the tenderness in Warren’s eyes.

“Yeah. We’re out in Louisa on what’s left of their farm. My grandparents’ farm, that is.” Warren placed a cup of cider in Helen’s hand. “Don’t worry, it’s not one of those sad, we-were-forced-to-sell-off-the-family-farm stories.”

“That’s good.” Cooper was relieved. “Because I’m not fond of those kinds of farm stories.”

“Me either,” Warren agreed. “My grandparents sold the place so that my dad and his brothers could go to college. A businessman made them an offer they couldn’t turn down and now most of the land is covered by a subdivision called Fox Run.”

Cooper took a sip of the spiked cider and enjoyed the feeling of warmth coating her throat. “Why do they always name subdivisions after foxes or eagles or other creatures that wouldn’t be caught dead living in the three trees left standing? They also like using horse names. There’s got to be a thousand neighborhoods named after steeplechases or thoroughbreds or some other equestrian term, even though there hasn’t been a horse within fifty miles of the place in this century.”

Warren laughed and waved at Campbell, Door-2-Door’s kitchen manager, as the giant man passed them on his way to the buffet table. “I’d name my subdivision something honest, like Box Hall or Pre-Fab Villas.” Warren cut up Helen’s pork into bite-sized pieces as she silently fed herself corn chowder. “There you go, Nana,” he said, removing her empty soup bowl and placing the pork in front of her.

Cooper smiled at Warren. “Have you been volunteering at Door-2-Door for a long time?”

“A little over a year now,” he said. “I can remember the time pretty clearly because that’s when Nana’s mind started drifting. I started to think about what life would be like for her if she didn’t have family around her and I wanted to help people who didn’t have that support.” He replaced Helen’s napkin, which had slid from her lap to the floor. “She’s been inspiring me to give to others my whole life.”

“And you volunteer every Saturday?” Cooper felt a prick of guilt over persisting in her line of questioning. “Don’t you need rest after your workweek?”

Warren thought about this for a moment and then shook his head. “I’m a delivery guy for LabTech. I pick up test samples all over town and bring them to the lab. I also bring supplies to the medical offices we run. I have no stress, I’m paid pretty well, and I’m off by four thirty every day. No complaints. I figure I can spare a few hours on Saturday. I get up early on Saturdays, anyway, so I can check out the most promising garage sales.”

“So Saturday’s the only time you can drive a route?”

Warren nodded. “Yeah. I wish I could do more, but that’s all I can manage with my schedule right now. LabTech’s got me on a split shift on Friday so I can pack coolers at Door-2-Door. I like going there twice a week. Everyone is really nice. Even Campbell. He’s just a big bear with a loud roar.” He smirked. “It took me a while not to tremble every time I made a mistake packing coolers. It was like I half expected Campbell to strap me to the back of his Harley and drive me to the nearest cliff.”

At that moment, Brenda arrived at their table trailed by a young boy wearing glasses and holding a library book. “Darik!” Brenda barked at him affectionately. “Put that book on the table and take your plate from your mama. I ain’t gonna stand here all day waitin’ on you.”

Without replying, Darik seated himself at the table and held out his hands for a plate.

Brenda handed her son a napkin and then sat down between Darik and Cooper. “Everybody, this is my son. Darik, say hello.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the boy said softly, keeping his eyes fastened on his plate.

“You stole one of our clients, Warren?” Brenda joked as she waved at Helen.

Warren explained who she was and Brenda beamed at him. “You’re a fine grandson, Warren. This is how it’s supposed to be—folks takin’ care of the old instead of shuttin’ them in some home with a bunch of strangers or leavin’ them to fend for themselves.” She glanced sideways at Darik. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Let’s thank the Lord so you can eat.” She and Darik bowed their heads, clasped their hands on the table, and whispered a prayer. “And thank you, Jesus, for so
many
reasons to celebrate! Amen!” Darik echoed her
amen
with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

“What did you make at that glorious table?” Brenda asked Cooper.

“One of the desserts,” Cooper replied. “If anyone has room after the rest of the meal to taste it, I’ll be surprised.”

“Honey, I’ll have plenty of space!” Brenda declared, gesturing at her formidable belly. “You’d think I’d get tired of food, bein’ that I work as a cashier at Kroger and see nothin’ but things to shove in my mouth all day long.” She sighed. “But heaven help me, I love to eat!”

“Being a cashier has to be hard,” Warren said. “You’re on your feet for so many hours.”

Brenda’s fork bobbed up and down in agreement. “You’ve no idea, sugar! By the end of my shift my back hurts, my feet hurt, and even my arms hurt from pushing heavy things like Tide and cases of beer across the scanner. I work like an ox and am still barely makin’ ends meet.” She put her arm around Darik’s shoulders. “Good thing this one don’t eat too much, but he’s little now. I’ve seen how teenage boys go at their food, and it’ll put the fear of God in you! Three burgers, a gallon of milk, potato chips all night. Shoot, I’d better make shift manager by the time Darik goes to junior high!”

“I’ll get a job, too, Mama,” the boy said seriously and Brenda’s smile shone with pride.

“Yessir, you’re a good worker, too, but I’d much rather see you read your books, son. That’s the secret to movin’ up in this world. Books.” She eyed Cooper. “You work with books?”

Cooper held out her calloused hands. “No. I work with these.” She told her tablemates about her job and the conversation flowed smoothly for another thirty minutes. Warren and Brenda offered to fetch enough dessert for all to share while Cooper refilled cups with apple cider. As she poured some of the nonalcoholic cider into Darik’s cup, he looked at her curiously.

“How’d you get different-colored eyes like that?”

Cooper touched the skin just below the green eye. “I had an accident playing sports and I was given the green eye to help me see again.”

“Wow,” Darik breathed. “Do you have X-ray vision? Like Superman? I saw the movie at Jamaar’s house. We don’t have a TV. Mama says we can’t afford one.”

With a laugh, Cooper replied, “I can’t see through walls, but that would be pretty cool. Still, if I could have magic powers, I’d rather fly.” She told Darik about their family pet Columbus and the little boy listened raptly.

“That hawk got shot?” His dark eyes were round. “That’s what happened to my daddy, too. But he’s in heaven now. Well, he might be in heaven.” The boy looked doubtful. “Mama says Daddy wanted nice stuff but didn’t wanna pay for it. He did bad things, but she won’t tell me what. Then he got shot right here.” He touched his chest and then clamped his lips shut as his mother approached.

“Lord, Darik! I’m gonna need to buy a bigger pair of pants if we stay here much longer!” She handed her son a plate of desserts and then dug the side of her fork into a large slice of apple strudel. “Mmm,” she moaned and fanned her face with her hand. “I don’t know what we did to deserve this party,” she said to Cooper. “But I will bless the day you all decided to show up at Door-2-Door. It’s the only day I volunteer and if Darik didn’t play with his cousin every Saturday, I’d’ve missed out on this feast! We are sure grateful to you all.”

“Yes, indeed,” Warren said and toasted Cooper with his cider cup. “Thank you for showing us such generosity and appreciation. It’s really nice to make new friends.”

Cooper felt a wave of shame flood through her. How would Warren and Brenda react if they found out that the purpose of the dinner was to seek out a villain?

She stared at the slice of chocolate pecan pie on her plate and sighed. Her stomach was too stuffed to squeeze in another morsel. Warren murmured to Helen as he named the selection of desserts for her. Her eyes twinkled as she picked up a bite-sized piece of strudel and then leaned into her grandson, who gave her a brief hug.

Suddenly, five men wearing shiny gray suits walked into the party. One of them carried a saxophone, one had a trumpet, and another held a clarinet against his chest. They headed directly for the stage, only to be intercepted by Trish, who gesticulated angrily between the raised platform and the tables filled with diners. It looked like one of the band members started to plead with Trish, and it was only when Bryant joined the fray that Trish’s grimace finally melted away. Shrugging her shoulders in resignation, she returned to her table.

The band members fidgeted with their equipment and everyone jumped in surprise when they conducted a sound check.

“Good evening, folks!” The lead singer’s voice filled the room. “We appreciate the opportunity to warm up before the birthday party begins. Rockin’ Rob here has had a cold all week and we have to make sure he can play. Otherwise, we’ll have to call in some backup. Anyone out there play the sax?”

Several of the Door-2-Door volunteers laughed as Eugene raised his hand.

“All right!” The band member nodded his head. “We’ll keep you in mind, brother. And now, without further ado, we’d like to bring you the jumpin’, jivin’ tunes of Tommy Ziegler and the Capital City Swing Band!”

Instantly, the trumpet and saxophone burst into life, accompanied by a high-energy drumbeat. Tommy Ziegler began to sing, snap his fingers in time to the zippy music, and shake his hips behind the microphone stand. All around the room, heads began to bob and hands began to clap in time to the rhythm. “Come on, baby!” Brenda shouted to her son. “Let’s shake our stuff!” Darik bounced after his mother to the small square of clear flooring in front of the stand and the twosome began to dance, their faces shining with delight.

Inspired, people abandoned their desserts and joined Brenda and Darik. Bryant took Trish in his arms and began to perform complicated swing-dance steps with her. At first, she seemed stiff and unrelenting, but after a few minutes, she was kicking up her heels like a Rockette. Nathan also made his way to the dance floor, and Cooper felt a prick of jealousy when she saw Nathan holding Lali’s hand.

Where is Lali’s husband?
Cooper wondered crossly and then realized that he was already dancing with Anita.

To avoid staring at Nathan, Cooper looked at Helen instead. She was smiling and clapping her hands, and as Cooper’s eyes met Warren’s, he stood up and offered her his hand. “I’m not much of a dancer, but I’d love the opportunity to step on your feet if you’re willing.”

“I am.” Cooper grinned and took Warren’s hand. Just as they made their way to the crowded space between the tables and the stage, the frenzied swing song ended and Tommy and company began to sing a slow, romantic tune instead.

“Now I can
really
step on you,” Warren said with a shy smile as he slipped his arm around Cooper’s waist.

Warren smelled pleasant, like a mixture of wet grass and soil. It was a scent that reminded her of her greenhouse and she felt surprisingly comfortable in his arms. Warren guided her into a graceful turn and then effortlessly reeled her back toward him.

“Whoa! You got some moves there, girl!” Jake shouted as he gently held Savannah and rocked her from side to side like an awkward preteen at a school dance.

“It’s all my partner,” Cooper confessed with a blush. “He’s a strong leader.”

Now Warren’s cheeks turned pink. The song ended and Cooper thanked him, and the pair returned to their seats. Tommy Ziegler took a brief bow and then he and his bandmates set their instruments down. Glowing with exertion, Trish ran forward and invited them to partake of their potluck feast.

As the Capital City Swingers loaded their plates, several of the Door-2-Door volunteers gathered their coats and handbags and, after thanking each member of the Sunrise Bible Study, left for home. Cooper picked up her empty pumpkin square baskets and said good night to her friends. When Nathan offered to accompany her to her truck, she politely demurred. Normally, she’d be overjoyed to spend time with Nathan, but right now, all she wanted was a bit of fresh air and a few moments of silence in which she could pray for forgiveness for deceiving such a fine group of people.

“There must be someone else to blame for these thefts,” she spoke into the quiet as she drove along the one-lane road leading to her house. “Because if all the volunteers are anything like Brenda and Warren, we’re accusing angels of being demons.”

• • •

The next day, Cooper hurriedly dressed for church. She was anxious to hear what her friends had to say about the Door-2-Door volunteers they’d socialized with the night before and was pleased to find they’d all made it to the classroom before her.

“Who provided us with this lovely breakfast?” Savannah asked after Jake presented her with a flaky croissant brushed with melted butter and a salad made of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries topped by a dollop of crème fraîche.

“I did,” Nathan said. “I was still full from last night’s dinner, so I thought I’d avoid our usual fare of iced pastries with a side of coffee cake. I know these croissants look heavy, but they’re actually whole wheat and won’t settle in your stomach like a pile of bricks.”