Lisa\nWest was used to receiving odd messages. Running a 24-hour bakery\nbrought that kind of thing to her. Well, that and her moonlighting\ncareer as a spy. Not a detective. She was pretty sure you needed a\nlicense for that and she hated the imagery of teenage heroines\nhunting ghosts. She\u2019d discovered last year that her hometown was\ncrawling with spies, so what was one more joining the profession?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But\nlately the messages were getting weirder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019d\nchecked into the motel 15 minutes ago when she found a package on the\ngrimy bedspread in the room. It beeped at her and kept beeping until\nshe tore it open to find out what she had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\nfound a burner phone inside, of the ancient flip phone variety, and\ntipped it into her hand. It flashed a text message at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBring\nthe money to the place where the wheat meets the light at sundown.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
She\ngave a heavy sigh. The messages were definitely getting weirder. \u201cI\nwant proof of life,\u201d she responded. She’d picked that up from a\nmovie somewhere. Maybe it would give her a clue about what to do\nnext.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\ntext came back with a picture of a goat tied to a tree. A hand\nholding an axe loomed in the foreground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cC\u2019mon!\nWho threatens a goat?\u201d she asked the empty room. The florescent\nlight flickering was her only answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\nlooked back to the phone. Sundown. The sun was setting later now that\nsummer was coming, but she really had no idea when it officially set.\nHow specific were the kidnappers going to be?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\ndidn’t know who the goat belonged to. It certainly wasn’t hers. She’d\nnever owned a goat in her life. But she didn’t think she’d be able to\nsleep tonight without knowing what happened to it. She made a phone\ncall. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGil?\nIt’s Lisa. Lisa West. Can you send someone to keep an eye on my place\naround sunset?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSure,\nbut- where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gil\nwas an old friend, and one of the people who\u2019d gotten her into the\nspy trade in the first place. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m\nin that crummy motel at the north end of town.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe\nplace where all the murders took place last year?\u201d Gil asked. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s\nthe one. My house is being fumigated. There are seven weddings in\ntown this weekend and not one of them is using my bakery. The hotels\nwere all booked up. It was either this or sleep in the shop,\u201d Lisa\nsaid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut\nare you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m\nfine. I want someone to keep an eye on the bakery in case things get\nweird on my end. I have to save a goat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA\ngoat? As in, curry?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\nhope not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
#<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nplace where the wheat meets the light was easy. It was the slogan for\nthe historic brewery downtown, Wheat State, which would almost\ncertainly be hosting at least one of the bridal parties for dinner or\ndrinks around sundown. She didn\u2019t know if that would hurt or help\nthe goat when she showed up without any money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nhadn\u2019t been to this part of town in a while. Restaurants were\nalways coming and going in the area. She knew who\u2019s goat she was\nlooking for as soon as she parked her car. Right across the street\nfrom the old, historic brewery that had dominated downtown for over a\ncentury was a shiny new restaurant. The Black Goat brewery. It\ndominated the other side of the street. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pedestrians\ndodged a sandwich board on the sidewalk as Lisa went to investigate.\nIn place of the specials, the brewery had put up a missing poster for\ntheir goat. Lisa was pretty sure it was the same goat. She couldn\u2019t\nstop her brain from superimposing the axe from the text onto the\nposter. What was she going to say when she walked in? Hey, get any\nransom notices for the goat yet because I think I got your mystery\nphone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\ngroup of women dressed to the nines jostled Lisa as they pushed into\nThe Black Goat. Judging by the one wearing her best white dress and a\nveil covered in penises, it looked like a bachelorette party. Good\ncover. Lisa strolled in right behind them and gave the hostess as nod\nas they flocked up to the bar. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGetting\nan early start, Charlie?\u201d the bartender called, already setting up\na row of shot glasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nbartender was the hipsteriest hipster who\u2019d ever existed in town,\nminus the flannel shirt which he\u2019d replaced with a denim\nbutton-down for work. The beard, the hair, the fancy mustache. It was\na look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd\nwhy shouldn\u2019t I? It\u2019s either this or sit in my shitty motel room\ntonight so my groom doesn\u2019t see me. I want to celebrate my wedding\nand I want to celebrate it here, in my own bar. With the only family\nI have,\u201d the bride said, disturbing an elderly couple trying to\nhave an early meal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nmade her way to the bar casually, trying to look like she was with\nthe bridal party or maybe not, depending on what turned out to be\nconvenient when she started talking. The bartender handed her a tray\nof shots for the party, which a bridesmaid conveniently took before\nLisa had to do any explaining. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\nwith Charlie\u2019s gals?\u201d the bartender asked as Lisa took a stool in\nthe least graceful manner possible. Damn. So much for not explaining\nanything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot\nexactly,\u201d Lisa said. She grabbed one of the drink menus floating\naround. \u201cThe Black Goat. Was that named after someone\u2019s real\ngoat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nbartender tapped the photo on the back of the menu. It was definitely\nthe goat Lisa was in the process of rescuing. \u201cNamed after Richard\nhere. Charlie\u2019s pet goat.\u201d \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\nnodded towards the bride. Not only had someone stolen her pet, but\nthey\u2019d done it on the eve of her wedding. This was truly a monster\nLisa was hunting. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\nleaned in close over the artisanal wood counter. Lisa didn\u2019t know\nif the glass polishing was part of his hipster-bartender act or not.\n\u201cIf you ask me, it was Wheat State who took him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe\nother brewery?\u201d Lisa whispered. \u201cWhat do they want with your\ngoat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDemoralize\nthe enemy. They don\u2019t want us to succeed, ya know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nnodded sagely. In her experience, it wasn\u2019t the other businesses in\ntown trying to drive each other away. She\u2019d had help from several\nother bakeries in town when she opened. But why get in the way of a\ngood story. She\u2019d probably find out the real reason eventually.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo\nwhere would they even hide a goat?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\nshrugged. \u201cLots of places to hide a goat in a restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nladies nearest the door pulled the bartender\u2019s attention away from\nLisa and she took it as the right moment to make her escape. He\nclearly didn\u2019t know anything, but she left some cash on the bar for\nhis time. The world needed more talkative bartenders in her\nexperience. Lisa liked to reward them whenever possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\nguy can\u2019t be in here,\u201d the bartender shouted. \u201cI don\u2019t want\nany Wheat State guys in here tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nladies in the bachelorette party were already on it. Five of them had\nthe dude surrounded even though he stood six inches taller than them.\nThey looked like hens driving away an angry rooster. He had dark,\nslicked back hair and a sneer that went on for days. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\ndo you want, Chad?\u201d they asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yeah.\nThe dude looked like a Chad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLadies.\nI\u2019m here as the groom\u2019s best man. Checking in on things.\nEverything going well for you all? Nothing amiss? Nothing out of\nplace? Nothing missing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\ntried to slip past the confrontation. She didn\u2019t have time to see\nhow this played out. But the other women in the bridal party had her\nsurrounded. More of them had moved in behind her while she wasn\u2019t\nlooking. She\u2019d joined the crowd against Chad without even trying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re\nin the wrong bar, Chad,\u201d one said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGo\nfind your own party. This is our bar and you need to stay in yours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chad\u2019s\nsneer never faltered. He bestowed it on each of the women in turn,\nincluding Lisa, before leaving the bar in a huff. He managed to look\nhalf magnanimous about it, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n#<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nhostess across the street\ndidn\u2019t recognize Lisa, but Lisa knew this restaurant. The faces\nchanged over the years, but the food and the service never did. It\nwas a good place. The kind of place where you took your parents\ninstead of admitting you preferred the dive bar down the block.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything\nin town was packed with wedding groups tonight. A\nbachelor party had taken over the bar area in the center of the main\nfloor. They weren\u2019t as loud as the bridal party across the street,\nbut they made up for it.\nLisa dodged\nelbows skirting the guys\nat the bar.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One\nof them turned around too quickly and Lisa didn\u2019t manage to dodge\nhim in time. Half his beer hit the floor as she muttered an apology.\nHis buddy grabbed his\nshoulder, letting Lisa escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis\nis bullshit. Why does Lyle put up with these crowds?\u201d she heard the\nfirst guy ask his buddy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s\nthe big deal? Just get\nanother drink.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s\nhead up to the party room. This place is too\npacked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlready\na private party or something up there, man.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\nkept her head down. She\ndidn\u2019t need to get\ntangled up with these dudes on her mission of mercy. There\nwas a goat to save here somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nBring the money where the wheat\nmeets the light. The goat had to be in the building by now. Where\nwould she keep a goat if she were a goat-murdering axe dude?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\ndining area at Wheat State was two stories with\na private room upstairs, a bar in the center of the dining area, an\nextra room tucked into the back, and kitchen to the rear. The goat\nwas clearly not going to be in the dining areas and\nthe private room was in use.\nLisa made her way to the bathrooms between the main dining area and\nthe back room. She remembered a supply closet or something back\nthere. Maybe it was big\nenough for a goat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No\ngo on the supply closet, which turned out to only exist in Lisa\u2019s\nmind. There wasn\u2019t one in the actual restaurant. And the ladies\u2019\nroom was clear. Lingering outside of the mens\u2019 room, she didn\u2019t\nhear or smell goat-like things. It seemed an unlikely hiding spot so\nshe moved on to something she didn\u2019t want to try. She went into the\nkitchen of a restaurant that wasn\u2019t hers. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCrossing from the dining room to the\nkitchen was like crossing a magic threshold. Immediately the noise\nfactor went from a 6 to an 8. The bachelor party outside had nothing\non the kitchen staff in terms of sheer loudness and swearing. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\nwas no goat here either, but there was a back door. She\nwas running out of time. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\u201cHey, you can\u2019t be in here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nturned. It was Chad from across the street. Of course this would turn\nout to be his bachelor party. Of\ncourse this was his bar. Lisa couldn\u2019t have one stroke of luck on\nher side. The rest of the\nstaff looked up when he called her out. They clearly knew him and\ndidn\u2019t know her. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSpying\nfor the other side?\u201d he sneered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For\na second, Lisa thought he might know about her moonlighting career.\nBut he didn\u2019t have the usual spy swagger she\u2019d\nrun into everywhere else in town. He\nwas just a common jerk. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\u201cSorry, passing through,\u201d she\nsaid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nHe grabbed her elbow, his big hands\nbruising her one good blouse. She pulled her arm away and he let her,\nbut he puffed his shoulders out to show that he could stop her if she\ntried anything. He might be right, too, given the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\u201cIs there a problem in here that\nthe entire fucking dining room needs to know about?\u201d \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThe manager came bustling through,\nwith his dark apron and his blonde hair. He looked from Chad to Lisa\nand back to Chad, seeming to settle on Chad as the problem. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\u201cShe\u2019s a snoop, Lyle. She\nshouldn\u2019t be back here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nLyle lowered his voice. He managed\nto keep it to a hiss just above the sound of the kitchen noise. \u201cLook\nman. I get off in 20 minutes and then you and I are gonna celebrate\nmy upcoming nuptials and I cannot do that if you\u2019re going to make a\ncase over some drunk girl cutting through the kitchens.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nLisa said a silent prayer to the god\nof decent managers. While Lyle distracted Chad, she ducked her head\nand ran for it. No one tried to stop her as she stepped out into the\nalley. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nWhat a dick. Chad clearly worked at\nWheat State if they didn\u2019t throw him out of the kitchen alongside\nher. And he certainly had the \u201cwould kill a goat for fun\u201d\ndemeanor. Maybe he was her perp. Maybe she needed to march back in\nthere and confront him in front of his manager. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\nwas starting to gear herself up for that disaster when two of\nthe kitchen staff came out to sit on the curb for a smoke break. Lisa\npulled her scarf over her mouth to block the smell and steered clear\nof them, keeping to the shadows. There were no trees out here like\nthe one she\u2019d seen in the text with the goat. That animal was going\nto die if this turned out to be a dead end. She\u2019d have to circle\nthe building and try another way in. Maybe they had a basement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo\nI guess Lyle\u2019s got a fucking pet goat now,\u201d one of the kitchen\nstaff said. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah.\nWho knows what he\u2019s going to do with it. If it were me, I\u2019d fry\nit up and serve it as tomorrow\u2019s special during the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nstepped out of the shadows and grabbed the culinary monster by the\nelbow. She twisted him around and shoved him against the brick wall.\nLittle bits of mortar crumbled on his cheek as she put her weight\nagainst him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\ndoes Lyle live?\u201d she demanded. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOut\non Sycamore,\u201d he stammered, too startled to process that he was\nratting out his buddy. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\non Sycamore?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
#<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\nsun was already kissing the tallest trees in the neighborhood when\nLisa parked in front of Lyle\u2019s house. It was a quiet neighborhood,\nbordering on well-kept. The porch drooped and the bushes were\novergrown, but a coat of fresh paint and a freshly mown lawn kept up\nthe illusion. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No\none answered when she rang the doorbell. She waited longer than she\nfelt comfortable waiting and tried again, just in case. Still\nnothing. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLisa\nWest, that goat doesn\u2019t have time for you to play it safe,\u201d she\nmuttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\nwent around back where she was greeted by a tall fence and absolutely\nno gate. If there was one, it must have been on the other side of the\nhouse. Shit. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\nwere no obvious animal noises in the yard. She found a gap between\ntwo of the slats and peeked in. In one corner of the yard was a pen.\nIt was a nice pen, not something put together slap dash by an\naxe-murdering goat kidnapper. Someone had built a hut for the goat\nand fenced in a big area for it to roam. And there was absolutely no\ngoat inside. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\nthe hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\nwas a window next to her and she was frustrated enough to peek inside\nthe house. She had a view of the living room and everywhere, every\nsurface covered, there were wedding decorations. Lisa had seen a lot\nof homemade centerpieces in her day \u2013 she\u2019d even made a few for\nvarious friends and relations \u2013 and these were on the nicer side.\nEach centerpiece featured a shaggy black goat in a field of wheat. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\ncould just see a picture of the happy couple: Charlie and Lyle. The\npen must have been for Richard. But if they were getting married,\nthen who\u2019d stolen the goat? \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
#<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\nwas dark by the time Lisa found another parking spot near the\nbreweries. She raced for The Black Goat, hoping that the axe-wielder\nwas too busy drinking to execute his hostage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Charlie\nwas holding her liquor better than most of her bridesmaids by this\npoint. Lisa didn\u2019t wave at the hostess as she went in. She stormed\npast the crowd and planted herself in front of the bride. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\nknow where your goat is,\u201d Lisa said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShow\nme.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nand Charlie raced across the street at the head of a glorious band of\nvalkyries, hell bent on justice. The poor hostess at Wheat State\ntried to stop them. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nlooked her dead in the eye. \u201cWe\u2019re going upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m\nsorry, but the party room is closed today,\u201d the hostess called\nafter them as Lisa hit the stairs. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot\nfor long.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chad\nnoticed them next. \u201cHey, you can\u2019t be in here. What happened to\n\u2018you stay in your bar and we\u2019ll stay in ours?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Charlie\u2019s\nbridesmaids closed ranks better than any sports team Lisa had ever\nseen. \u201cThis is a private party, Chad.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nturned back to Charlie on the stairs ahead of her, certain the\nbridesmaids had things in hand below. The upstairs party room was\njust a twist and turn away from the staircase. The bride was already\nat the door. She hesitated, her hand on the doorknob. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRichard\nis in there,\u201d Lisa said. \u201cHe\u2019ll be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Charlie\npushed the door open and was met with a very angry, very matted black\ngoat on top of the long table, bleating his disapproval of the living\nconditions. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow\ndid you find us?\u201d Chad asked as he arrived, the rest of the\nbachelorette party trying to drag him away. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\ngrabbed him and pushed him up against the wall. Fortunately, he was\ntoo drunk to react. \u201cWhere\u2019s the axe?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\nis the axe? The one you threatened the goat with? Who the hell\nthreatens a goat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey,\nit was a prank. You know, a joke. A hoax. A gag the night before the\nwedding,\u201d he explained as if Lisa didn\u2019t understand the words. \u201cI\nwouldn\u2019t have hurt it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The\ngroom was the next one up the stairs, still in his bartender\u2019s\napron. Lyle pulled Lisa off his best man. Lisa tried to push him off\nbecause she wasn\u2019t done with this fuckwit, but he muscled his way\nbetween her and Chad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nqueued up some choice insults for Chad, but Lyle had things well in\nhand. He grabbed two handfuls of Chad\u2019s shirt and shook him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\nkidnapped my girlfriend\u2019s goat, man?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\nwas a joke!\u201d Chad\u2019s voice rose in pitch now that he was between a\nwall and a hard place. The sneer fell off his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\ndon\u2019t joke about killing someone\u2019s pet. Dude!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\nhated that goat. You go off about it every time we hang out. It\nsmells bad. It eats too much. You want your yard back. I was just\ntrying to make a point, man.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lyle\npushed Chad one last time and let him go, holding his hands up in\ndisgust. He turned to Lisa. \u201cGet Trix and tell her to bring up\nanything Richard wants to eat. I don\u2019t care if the goat wants\nchampagne and caviar, bring up whatever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One\nof the other bridesmaids ran off, saving Lisa from having to ask who\nTrix was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re\nout, Chad,\u201d Lyle said. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDude.\nI\u2019m your best man.\u201d He tried a grin again, but it didn\u2019t quite\nstick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot\nanymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lyle\nturned to Charlie, who was busy reassuring the goat that he could eat\nthe bad man\u2019s jacket if he wanted to. \u201cLet\u2019s get Richard home,\u201d\nhe said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lisa\nwas ready to get home, herself. Or back to the motel, anyway. This\nwasn\u2019t the strangest mission she\u2019d been on, but it had the\nhappiest ending so far.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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