Classic Revenge by Mitzi Kelly Page A

Sam's
wife and do it in such a way that Sam looks guilty?"
    "We won't know that until we know who did it!"
Millie snapped. "Are you going to help us or not?"
    Larry looked at her incredulously. "You want me to
bring in all these people for questioning?"

    "Of course not," Edna said evenly. "That would tip
off the real killer."
    Larry looked like he was about to explode, but to his
credit, his voice remained calm and respectful. "Then
what is it that you expect me to do?"
    Millie leaned across the table and grabbed the paper.
"We've already ruled out a couple of people on this list."
    Edna leaned forward eagerly. "Yes, but we ran into a
snag this morning. One of the people we were trying to
get a feel for has a man working for him who used to
work for Sam and, unfortunately, this man knows us."
    Millie nodded toward Larry's notebook. "Write this
down: Mark Wilson. Find out where he was the day Susan was murdered. See if he has an ax to grind with
Sam, you know, or any stuff like that"
    Trish nodded. "It would be too risky if we tried to
check him out. Mark worked for Sam a long time. I really
don't think he's involved, but he may know something
about somebody else on our list."
    Larry's eyes were dancing, amusement clearly on the
verge of bubbling over. "I'm glad to hear you're not
willing to take any risks," he said, tongue-in-cheek.
"Are you going to give me the list?"
    Millie chuckled. "Nice try. No, we'll keep the list.
You said you wanted us to trust you. Get us the information we want on Mark and we'll see where we go
from there. Personally, I'd like to know just how good
you are at your job"
    Larry grinned. "I'm good at what I do, Millie, very
good" He fell silent for a moment as he flipped his pen
back and forth through his fingers. "I'll tell you what,
I'll see what I can find out about Mark Wilson, and I'll
let you know if I discover anything interesting, but I won't divulge anything concerning privacy issues, you
understand. In return, I expect to be kept informed on
what you three are doing-preferably before you do it.
As exciting as playing detective sounds, I can't stress
enough how dangerous this could be" Larry paused for
a moment and let his gaze fall on each of them. "Do we
have a deal?"

    The three women looked at each other. Finally, Millie shrugged. "Do you have a cell phone?"
    Larry left a few minutes later, after promising to get
back to them soon and warning them once again about
the dangers of amateur investigating. "I think we can
trust that young man," Millie mused as they watched
him drive away.
    "I hope you're right," Trish said. There was comfort in
knowing an experienced professional was going to help
them, but they would still need to be careful. Was Larry's
true agenda to help them prove Sam was set up, or was it
to further cement Sam's fate as a convicted murderer?
    Trish had trouble sleeping that night, and for no apparent reason. She was tired, she was comfortable ...
and she was wide awake. Finally, she rolled over and
glanced at the bedside clock. It was all of two A.M.
Groaning out loud, she gave it up. She slipped into her
house shoes and plodded down the hallway. A nap
would definitely be in order later today, but, for now,
she might as well get started on some much-needed
housework. Coffee cup in hand, she headed toward her
office to make a list of what she wanted to accomplish.
Trish was big on lists.
    Suddenly, a loud pounding at her front door accompanied by several shrill rings of the doorbell caused her to jump, spilling hot coffee down the front of her nightgown. With her heart banging in her chest, Trish felt
rooted to the floor as she stared at the door. Who could
be there at two o'clock in the morning?

     

GGTrish! Trish, open the door!" Finally, Trish pulled
air through her lungs and raced to pull the door open.
Millie stood gasping, eyes wide behind glasses that sat
slightly askew on her face. Her hair was pulled up in