“But Ellis—”
“He goes along. Can’t afford to piss off big brother, you know?” Mattie coiled the hose into a heap under a water line at a corner of the shed. “Makes no difference to me. New owners will need a yardman.”
Abigail didn’t respond. She’d lost patience with Mattie’s chronic bitterness and cynicism a long time ago. Even Chris, who’d stood by his childhood friend through one self-indulgent, self-destructive screwup after another, had finally written Mattie off after he didn’t show up for their wedding.
“I hadn’t realized Linc was up here,” she said. “I saw you two talking—”
“We’re allowed to talk.” He caught himself, stepping back from the house. “Sorry. It’s just—you’re a cop. Every time you ask a question, I think I’m being interrogated.”
“That’s understandable,” she said, neutral.
He picked at a mosquito bite on his wrist. “Linc’s at a loose end this summer. I think he’s bummed about his dad selling this place. He’s never known a time when it wasn’t in his family. He doesn’t remember when the Garrisons owned it.”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way. But the Coopers’ house on Somes Sound is even bigger and fancier—”
“Don’t I know it?” Mattie grinned, but he didn’t manage to take any of the edge off his put-upon attitude. “I mow their yard every week.”
Portly Ellis Cooper joined them. He was neatly dressed in khakis and a bright blue golf shirt, a retractable walking stick tucked under one arm. His favorite pastime was to wander in his five acres of gardens. His property also backed up onto woodland trails that led into Acadia and down the steps and across the private drive, included the cliffs where Doe Garrison had drowned. Ellis could roam to his heart’s content.
“Abigail—my apologies for not greeting you sooner. I wanted to finish in the garden and wash up before saying hello.” He put out a hand and shook hers warmly. “Wonderful to see you.”
“You, too, Ellis. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your gardens this gorgeous.”
“We had a cool spring. Everything seems to have blossomed at once. Did Grace give you the grand tour?”
“She did. I should let you all get back to your day. Is Linc still here? I haven’t had a chance to say hello—”
“He took off a few minutes ago,” Mattie said.
Ellis seemed faintly irritated at his yardman’s interruption, but he hooked his arm into Abigail’s, smiling at her. “I’ll walk with you. You came up the steps, didn’t you? I was worried the fog would settle in for a few days, but it blew out almost as fast as it blew in.”
When they reached the front of the house, he unhooked his arm from Abigail’s, and she grinned at him. “You’d have made a good bouncer in another life.”
He laughed. “I’m just a political consultant and gardener.”
“I don’t know how good a consultant you are, but you’re obviously quite the gardener.”
“Grace told you we’re selling the place? I could continue here forever, but I have to admit I’m excited about the prospect of a fresh start somewhere. Keeping up five acres of gardens is a huge responsibility. I’ve naturalized more and more in recent years, but it’s still a lot of work.”
“You and Mattie manage everything yourselves?”
“I bring in specialists from time to time. Mattie—well, you know what he’s like. He’s just reliable enough and just hardworking enough that I can’t fire him. I don’t think he’s drinking, not right now. The truth is, I feel sorry for him.” Ellis’s expression softened. “Chris’s death shattered him. He’s never been the same.”
“He’d started drinking again before Chris was killed.”
“True, but he was starting to turn himself around that summer—or so most of us thought. Hard to believe it’s been seven years. Jason thinks it’s been long enough not to affect prospective buyers. Even if Chris wasn’t killed on the property, it was close—” He stopped himself, looked stricken. “Oh, Abigail. I’m so sorry. I know it must seem like yesterday to you. I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay, Ellis. Forget it.”
Abigail was accustomed to people getting tongue-tied around her. She wondered if it’d be different if she’d remarried, if she’d been older when she was widowed.