seem to blame himself. He’s just so out of sorts. Not remembering things correctly. I’m sure he’s confused about when he was at the cabin,” David said.
I tried to keep my brows from shooting up to my hairline and feigned disinterest. I didn’t want David to know that he’d piqued my interest. “Oh, you mean he was at home that night?”
David scrunched up his face. “Well, I’m not exactly sure. He did say he’d gone to the cabin, but the cabin is on an isolated dirt road and there is only one way in. He’d have to drive by a neighboring cabin, and I talked to those neighbors yesterday and they never saw Nathan drive by.”
“Maybe they didn’t notice. I mean, they don’t watch the road all night, do they?”
“No, but Myra—that’s the neighbor—was awaiting a drone delivery and was on the lookout. You know how those drones can be … you have to watch them all the time.” David shrugged. “I talked to Nathan’s doctor and she said he might have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder. I just hope he gets through this okay. He did love Evangeline quite deeply … even though they might have been going through a rough spot.”
I nodded as if in sympathy. I was so excited at this new information that I could barely contain myself, but I still wanted to know more. “A big shock like that can wreak havoc on your mind. I can imagine that he can barely think straight with everything he’s going through, especially with his domestic helper disappearing. That’s just an added stress that he probably doesn’t need at this time.”
David pulled a face. “His domestic helper?”
“When we came to pay our respects, he’d said the housekeeper never showed up for work. My grandmother said she probably just got spooked by what had happened and took off. You know how help is so unreliable these days.”
“That’s true, but I don’t think that’s the case with David’s housekeeper. I know she didn’t show up that day, but when I was over there last night, I’m pretty sure she was there. At least, I think it was her.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?”
“I only stopped over real quick to drop off the mass cards from the funeral parlor, but there was a strange car in the driveway and I heard noises in the back. Nathan said someone was cleaning up in the kitchen so I assumed it was Jenny. I never went inside. I just dropped off the cards, but who else could it have been?”
Who else, indeed. “Well, what kind of car did she—”
“Callie Justice! Is that you?” The voice was slightly familiar and I spun around to recognize Suzanne St. Thomas, a former classmate of mine from the private investigator licensing course I’d taken.
“Suzanne?”
David touched my elbow and I switched my attention back to him.
Shoot! I couldn’t let him get away but Suzanne had already appeared at my other elbow.
“I need to go talk to some relatives over there. Thank you so much for coming,” David said and then disappeared before I could stop him.
Dang!
I’d wanted to know what kind of car had been parked in front of Nathan’s. I could easily find out what kind of car Jenny Sparks drove and then I’d know for sure if it was her. But we’d seen her leave town on the super shuttle. Had she come back? Or was it someone else at Nathan’s house? Was another person involved in the murder?
“ … seen you in ages!” Suzanne was saying. She threw her arms wide and enveloped me in a hug. We’d been close in PI school and had spent many nights together studying over beer and pizza. We’d drifted apart in the years after and hadn’t kept in touch. Still, it was good to see her and I returned her hug eagerly.
“I know. It’s good seeing you, too,” I said.
She held me at arm’s-length. “You look great. What have you been up to?”
I glanced around to make sure neither Nathan or David were within hearing distance and lowered my voice. “I opened my own private investigator business.”
Her
I tried to keep my brows from shooting up to my hairline and feigned disinterest. I didn’t want David to know that he’d piqued my interest. “Oh, you mean he was at home that night?”
David scrunched up his face. “Well, I’m not exactly sure. He did say he’d gone to the cabin, but the cabin is on an isolated dirt road and there is only one way in. He’d have to drive by a neighboring cabin, and I talked to those neighbors yesterday and they never saw Nathan drive by.”
“Maybe they didn’t notice. I mean, they don’t watch the road all night, do they?”
“No, but Myra—that’s the neighbor—was awaiting a drone delivery and was on the lookout. You know how those drones can be … you have to watch them all the time.” David shrugged. “I talked to Nathan’s doctor and she said he might have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder. I just hope he gets through this okay. He did love Evangeline quite deeply … even though they might have been going through a rough spot.”
I nodded as if in sympathy. I was so excited at this new information that I could barely contain myself, but I still wanted to know more. “A big shock like that can wreak havoc on your mind. I can imagine that he can barely think straight with everything he’s going through, especially with his domestic helper disappearing. That’s just an added stress that he probably doesn’t need at this time.”
David pulled a face. “His domestic helper?”
“When we came to pay our respects, he’d said the housekeeper never showed up for work. My grandmother said she probably just got spooked by what had happened and took off. You know how help is so unreliable these days.”
“That’s true, but I don’t think that’s the case with David’s housekeeper. I know she didn’t show up that day, but when I was over there last night, I’m pretty sure she was there. At least, I think it was her.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?”
“I only stopped over real quick to drop off the mass cards from the funeral parlor, but there was a strange car in the driveway and I heard noises in the back. Nathan said someone was cleaning up in the kitchen so I assumed it was Jenny. I never went inside. I just dropped off the cards, but who else could it have been?”
Who else, indeed. “Well, what kind of car did she—”
“Callie Justice! Is that you?” The voice was slightly familiar and I spun around to recognize Suzanne St. Thomas, a former classmate of mine from the private investigator licensing course I’d taken.
“Suzanne?”
David touched my elbow and I switched my attention back to him.
Shoot! I couldn’t let him get away but Suzanne had already appeared at my other elbow.
“I need to go talk to some relatives over there. Thank you so much for coming,” David said and then disappeared before I could stop him.
Dang!
I’d wanted to know what kind of car had been parked in front of Nathan’s. I could easily find out what kind of car Jenny Sparks drove and then I’d know for sure if it was her. But we’d seen her leave town on the super shuttle. Had she come back? Or was it someone else at Nathan’s house? Was another person involved in the murder?
“ … seen you in ages!” Suzanne was saying. She threw her arms wide and enveloped me in a hug. We’d been close in PI school and had spent many nights together studying over beer and pizza. We’d drifted apart in the years after and hadn’t kept in touch. Still, it was good to see her and I returned her hug eagerly.
“I know. It’s good seeing you, too,” I said.
She held me at arm’s-length. “You look great. What have you been up to?”
I glanced around to make sure neither Nathan or David were within hearing distance and lowered my voice. “I opened my own private investigator business.”
Her
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