Barbara Levenson - Mary Magruder Katz 03 - Outrageous October by Barbara Levenson Page B
Authors: Barbara Levenson
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if we’d always owned it.
I dropped Riley back at her car and promised to call her when I had an evening to fill, so I could see her boyfriend’s hockey team in action.
The day had been fun and carefree. This Vermont life wasn’t at all boring. In fact, I never felt so energized.. Maybe representing Dash’s client wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe I was missing out on what the wide world had to offer while I sat around having a pity party about the loss of Carlos.
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CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Monday morning was colder than the weekend mornings. The TV news said there had been a light frost so I was in no hurry to rush outdoors.
I decided to start some loads of laundry, mainly because everything I brought with me was dirty. Bras and panties had been worn more than once. Of course, there wasn’t anyone to see them except Sam and me but even Sam was beginning to sniff in areas where his nose shouldn’t be.
The sun finally warmed the air enough for me to venture out on Sam’s morning walk. We walked along the river. The leaves were almost all in color and their reflection on the water was hypnotic. I backed up in the road to try a photo from my cell phone.
Just as I took the first photo shot, I heard a loud bang. In a second, I realized it was a gun shot. I grabbed Sam’s leash and stepped behind a large oak tree just off the edge of the road. A car passed us so close to our location that gravel and dust from the shoulder sprayed over us. I raced into the road to see a small black SUV careening down the road.
“My God, is that where the shot came from?” I asked out loud. Sam pulled on his leash, and I turned and ran back up the long dirt road to Lucy’s house. As I reached the front door, my cell phone rang.
I was so startled that I dropped the phone which continued ringing. “I thought there wasn’t cell service up here,” I said into the phone.
“Mary, is that you?” a male voice said. Then it faded out.
When I plunked down in the great room, I read the caller ID which said “Mellman Law.”
My cell phone said “out of service area” again so I picked up the land line and dialed the number on the caller ID.
“Dash Mellman,” the male voice answered.
“Dash, it’s Mary Katz. Did you just call my cell?”
“Yeah, I did. Is everything okay? I guess we lost our connection. I’m in the car on the way to the bank, but I wanted to let you know that I spoke to Ken Upham this morning and he’d be pleased to meet with you and discuss his case. I told him to come over to the office around three this afternoon. You can meet with him in the conference room. If the time is okay, I’ll have the file ready for you so you can read it before he gets here.”
“I guess it’ll be okay. I’m just a little shaky right now. I think someone took a shot at me and then almost ran me over.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in the house now on the land line. My cell said ‘no service’ again. How are you able to get service if you’re in the car? I was out walking along the river on the path next to the road.”
“It was probably a hunter. It’s not deer season yet, but farmers go after coyotes all the time. You need to wear bright colors when it is hunting season.”
“You might be right but I had the distinct feeling that the shot came from behind me and then that car roared by.”
“Did you get the license number? What did the car look like?”
“It was a small black SUV like the one in the Brousseau barn and the one you drive. It was too fast for me to see the license number.”
“Everyone up here drives Subaru SUV’s. Are you okay or would you like me to swing by there?”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll see you at your office a little before three. You never answered me about how you have such good cell phone service.”
“I have a satellite phone in the car. I got tired of not being able to return client calls while I was out. See you this afternoon and thanks for agreeing to talk to Ken.”
I
I dropped Riley back at her car and promised to call her when I had an evening to fill, so I could see her boyfriend’s hockey team in action.
The day had been fun and carefree. This Vermont life wasn’t at all boring. In fact, I never felt so energized.. Maybe representing Dash’s client wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe I was missing out on what the wide world had to offer while I sat around having a pity party about the loss of Carlos.
.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Monday morning was colder than the weekend mornings. The TV news said there had been a light frost so I was in no hurry to rush outdoors.
I decided to start some loads of laundry, mainly because everything I brought with me was dirty. Bras and panties had been worn more than once. Of course, there wasn’t anyone to see them except Sam and me but even Sam was beginning to sniff in areas where his nose shouldn’t be.
The sun finally warmed the air enough for me to venture out on Sam’s morning walk. We walked along the river. The leaves were almost all in color and their reflection on the water was hypnotic. I backed up in the road to try a photo from my cell phone.
Just as I took the first photo shot, I heard a loud bang. In a second, I realized it was a gun shot. I grabbed Sam’s leash and stepped behind a large oak tree just off the edge of the road. A car passed us so close to our location that gravel and dust from the shoulder sprayed over us. I raced into the road to see a small black SUV careening down the road.
“My God, is that where the shot came from?” I asked out loud. Sam pulled on his leash, and I turned and ran back up the long dirt road to Lucy’s house. As I reached the front door, my cell phone rang.
I was so startled that I dropped the phone which continued ringing. “I thought there wasn’t cell service up here,” I said into the phone.
“Mary, is that you?” a male voice said. Then it faded out.
When I plunked down in the great room, I read the caller ID which said “Mellman Law.”
My cell phone said “out of service area” again so I picked up the land line and dialed the number on the caller ID.
“Dash Mellman,” the male voice answered.
“Dash, it’s Mary Katz. Did you just call my cell?”
“Yeah, I did. Is everything okay? I guess we lost our connection. I’m in the car on the way to the bank, but I wanted to let you know that I spoke to Ken Upham this morning and he’d be pleased to meet with you and discuss his case. I told him to come over to the office around three this afternoon. You can meet with him in the conference room. If the time is okay, I’ll have the file ready for you so you can read it before he gets here.”
“I guess it’ll be okay. I’m just a little shaky right now. I think someone took a shot at me and then almost ran me over.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in the house now on the land line. My cell said ‘no service’ again. How are you able to get service if you’re in the car? I was out walking along the river on the path next to the road.”
“It was probably a hunter. It’s not deer season yet, but farmers go after coyotes all the time. You need to wear bright colors when it is hunting season.”
“You might be right but I had the distinct feeling that the shot came from behind me and then that car roared by.”
“Did you get the license number? What did the car look like?”
“It was a small black SUV like the one in the Brousseau barn and the one you drive. It was too fast for me to see the license number.”
“Everyone up here drives Subaru SUV’s. Are you okay or would you like me to swing by there?”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll see you at your office a little before three. You never answered me about how you have such good cell phone service.”
“I have a satellite phone in the car. I got tired of not being able to return client calls while I was out. See you this afternoon and thanks for agreeing to talk to Ken.”
I
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