Part 14 (1/2)
Stephanie grinned because the image of Ivan Rasmussen as a shoe baron was ludicrous, and because while he was trying to sound disgusted, it was obvious from the way his voice cracked that he saw the humor in it, too.
”It's not funny,” he said, smiling. ”Well, yeah, I guess it is sort of funny. Can you imagine me running a shoe factory?”
”No.”
”My great-great-grandfather started this leather business when there was an abundance of hides in the area. Over the years it evolved into a shoe factory. Unfortunately, as you saw during the ride here, this shoe factory is the only industry for miles. People in this town have lived and worked here for generations. Without Rasmussen Leather Products the town would die.”
He got out of the car and opened the pa.s.senger door for Stephanie. ”We'll walk to Ted's house. It's just down the street. Ted is the factory foreman. When I was a kid my dad used to bring me here to see the shoes. I hated the factory, but I loved Ted. He knew how to skip stones across the river behind the factory, and he could spit farther than anyone on the face of the earth...”
”And he knew how to make stink bombs.”
”Yup. He knew how to make stink bombs.”
He picked a stone up and sailed it through the air, into the back end of the parking lot. ”When my dad died, I took a look at the books of this sad old factory and discovered it had been running in the red. I loved my dad. He was a good man, and he wasn't stupid, but he had no talent for running a business. No one had made any improvements in this place in fifty years. It was in such bad shape, I couldn't get anyone to loan me money to modernize it.”
Stephanie stopped walking and looked at him. ”My Lord, you sold Haben to save this factory, didn't you?”
”All these people would have been out of jobs. I couldn't do that to them.” He threw his arm around her and started her walking again.
”Anyway, once I made some initial changes, I was able to persuade a bank to finance the rest. And I changed the direction of the product. Went back to making quality, hand-sewn shoes. Just a few styles. Docksiders and cla.s.sic Wellingtons. It'll take a while before it's on its feet, but I think if the operation stays simple, it can eventually turn a nice profit. Hopefully I can get my nose out of it soon and let the factory go back to running itself.”
Stephanie felt a lump-in-the-throat surge of love and respect for the man next to her. She was proud of him. Proud to be his lover and his friend. And his wife? How about his wife? She s.h.i.+vered and took a deep breath. Stephanie Rasmussen. Yikes!
Ivan stopped in front of a freshly painted white house that looked like all the other white houses, and he pointed to a maroon pickup in the driveway. ”Look familiar?”
The kitchen door to the little Cape Cod slammed shut. A dog barked, raced into the driveway, stopped short, and ran back into the yard. The sound of voices carried over the noise of the excited dog. Stephanie and Ivan exchanged glances.
”I know that voice,” Stephanie said.
”I think we hit the jackpot.”
No one noticed them when they walked around to the back, because everyone was too absorbed in the problem at hand. Melody and Lucy each had a handle on the black plastic body bag stuck half-in and half-out of the small bas.e.m.e.nt window.
”This is impossible,” Lucy said. ”We should have taken him up the stairs the way I wanted.”
Melody dug her heels in and pulled. ”It seemed like a shortcut. I mean, we always dumped him out of windows before.”
”Yes, but they were big windows,” Ivan said.
Both women yelped and dropped the bag. The body slid back through the window and landed with a m.u.f.fled thunk. A third familiar voice could be heard cursing in the bas.e.m.e.nt.
Ivan raised his eyebrows. ”Ace?”
”I've sort of adopted him,” Melody said. ”Daddy's giving him a job at the factory.”
Things began to come together in Ivan's mind. ”My Lord, you're Ted's daughter. The skinny kid who went to Juilliard.”
”And when I graduated from Juilliard, I went on tour with a band, but I found out I wasn't the touring type, so I came home. Thanks to you, I have a home to come home to.”
Ivan turned his attention to Lucy. ”What are you doing here?”
”Helping cousin Melody. We have to return Mr. Kulecza.”
”I didn't know Melody was a cousin,” Stephanie said.
Lucy nodded. ”On my mother's side. I guess that makes you cousins-in-law or something.”
There were a lot of scuffing and thumping noises coming from the house. The door was flung open, and Ace backed out, dragging the bag. He saw Ivan and paled. ”Oh c.r.a.p!”
Ivan pointed at the bag. ”Mr. Kulecza?”
”It's not really as bad as it seems,” Melody said. ”I can explain.”
Ivan had a flashback of past conversations about broken pigs' legs and cancerous growths and wasn't sure he wanted to hear the explanation.
Melody saw the tense set to his mouth and decided not to wait for encouragement.
”Everyone in town was really upset when they found out you had to put Haben up for sale to save the factory. We tried to raise enough money to pay for the changes ourselves, but we couldn't even come close. Then Lucy had a brainstorm. She found out Stephanie had just come into a ton of money and wanted to leave New Jersey. It was too good to be true. Not only would Stephanie be the perfect person to buy Haben, but she'd be the perfect person to match up with you. All we had to do was get you two to fall in love and get married, and you could live Habenly ever after.”
Ivan stood statue still while he absorbed what he'd just heard. The whole d.a.m.n town had plotted to get him married. And worse than that, they'd plotted to get him back into Haben. He felt like a gold digger! An opportunist! He was touched by their concern, and he was furious at their meddling.
”Just exactly what did you do to ensure we'd fall in love?”
Melody backed up a step at the controlled anger in his voice. ”Well, we thought it would be good if we could get Stephanie to take a cruise, but she wouldn't cooperate. Lucy tried all summer to get her on the boat, but no, Stephanie didn't have time. So as a last resort we came up with this plan to get her on board as cook. We broke a whole lot of stuff and set her up with workmen who would overcharge, then when we knew her money was short, we offered her Stanley Shelton.”
Stephanie gasped. ”You wasted my money! How could you do that? I needed that money.”
”We couldn't think of anything else to do. Besides, we have almost all of it in a bank account for you. Lenny Schneider fixed your porch for free, and Hyram Mayler didn't actually give you a new water heater... he gave you your old water heater back. The only thing we didn't count on was the toilet. It got cracked by accident. I haven't any idea how your toilet got cracked.”
A muscle twitched in Ivan's jaw. ”Why did you stow away on the Savage?”
”To keep an eye on you.” Melody defiantly stuck her nose into the air in response to his threatening tone. ”We weren't sure how much pirate blood you'd inherited.”
”I see.” He looked at Stephanie, who was standing rigid at his side. Her face was set in a mask of grim disbelief. He curled his hand around her waist, nestling her a little closer, and gestured at the body bag. ”Mr. Kulecza. Doesn't he have any relatives? I can't believe someone gave you this guy to throw out of windows.”
Laughter flashed across Melody's face. ”He's just a dummy. We borrowed him from Zembrowsky's Funeral Home. My cousin Joey works there. They use Mr. Kulecza to show off the caskets. They named him Mr. Kulecza because he looks like Bucky Kulecza. Remember old Bucky? Used to make lasts?” Melody stooped to unzip the bag. ”He's really lifelike. They use this same stuff to make the robots at Disneyland.
”Things didn't look as if they were going so well between you guys, so we thought we'd borrow Mr. Kulecza, dangle him in front of Stephanie's window in the middle of the night, and she'd get scared and turn to you. It sounded great when we thought of it, but dopey Ace stashed Mr. Kulecza in the wrong closet. Then when we tried to dangle him and make ghost sounds, the wind picked up, and he crashed through Stephanie's window.”
Ivan thought Mr. Kulecza was lucky not to have a bullet hole in the middle of his plastic forehead. He put out a tentative finger and touched the mannequin's cheek. ”What about Mr. and Mrs. Platz?”
”It was a pity haunt. An act of mercy.”
Stephanie knew from police work that surprise and stress were capable of distorting perception. She silently repeated that truth over and over as she rode back to Camden with Ivan.
Melody and Lucy and Ace and possibly seven hundred other people had connived to return Haben to the Rasmussen family. Ivan had nothing to do with it, she told herself. He had proposed because he loved her. It had never occurred to him that he could regain Haben through marriage, right? Right. Why was she even thinking such trash?