charmer, too.”
“I know,” she admitted. “I’m the one who shot his video here.”
“Do you mean a dating video?”
“Yeah. Do you want to see it? That’s what I was watching.”
Caprice knew Bob didn’t have any trouble getting a date. Had he wanted to expand his dating pool? “Bob shouldn’t have had any problems getting a girl to go out with him. As you said, he was fun.”
“So good looking too. I couldn’t believe it when he looked my way.”
“If you’d like to show me his footage, I’d be glad to watch.”
Jackie moved the mouse and the screen saver went off. The video was right there. She pressed the arrow to start it.
Sitting on a high stool, Bob smiled into the camera, looking like a model for a TV ad in a crew-neck sweater and khaki slacks, so different from the attire she usually saw him in—a T-shirt and jeans.
She heard Jackie’s voice as she suggested, “So tell me what you like to do on weekends.”
“I like to go dancing . . . or canoeing. As long as I’m doing something, I’m good. I work out at the gym. Been a member of Shape Up for years.”
One thing Caprice knew—Bob liked to keep moving.
“I work out there, too,” Jackie murmured. “That’s where the two of us really got to know each other.”
The gym. Another place to explore where she might find Bob’s friends . . . or foes.
“Tell me about your family,” Jackie’s voice prompted from off camera.
And Bob did, explaining that he was an only child and his parents had been older. He mentioned they had passed away, and he sometimes missed not having any family. But he had lots of good friends.
Jackie stopped the video as if it was too painful for her to watch. “He did have so many friends,” she said. “He was always getting a call or texting someone.”
She said to Jackie, “Bob and my sister were supposed to have coffee together the night he died. Did you know that?”
“Really?” Jackie asked, looking startled.
“They ran into each other and had coffee last week, too. They were catching up with old times.”
“How did they know each other?” Jackie asked casually, but Caprice knew the question wasn’t casual. If Bob had lots of friends and Jackie suspected he might not be seeing her exclusively . . .
“They knew each other in high school. They were pretty serious at one time.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, I don’t know if I should say. Bella was in school in Philadelphia, and a long-distance relationship is tough.”
“Did Bob go out with someone else?”
Caprice kept silent.
“I know he had a reputation. I knew that before I started dating him. When we were out together, sometimes I saw him looking at other women, but I didn’t want to believe he’d cheat on me. I can’t believe he cheated on me.”
“My sister’s married, so I really think they were just catching up.”
Jackie’s eyes were stormy, and that pretty blue maybe wasn’t so innocent after all. What if she’d found out Bob was supposed to have coffee with Bella? What if she wasn’t surprised at all by the information Caprice had given her?
Jackie was at least five-eight. In her Connect Xpress shirt and shorts, Caprice could see that she was fit. Could this pretty woman wield a murder weapon in jealousy?
Caprice guessed anything was possible. Someone killed Bob, and Jackie’s motive stacked up in the same way Bella or Joe’s would. She’d have to check out the gym and see if she could find out anything there.
She’d learned a lot today. She’d go home to her pets and take care of work that was mounting up. Also on her to-do list was to post a photo of Shasta on her Web site and send notices to the radio station, the Kismet Crier , and the free community paper.
Tomorrow she’d continue her investigation. Tomorrow she also should probably consult with Vince and Grant about what she’d learned. After a few more minutes of conversation with Jackie, and with another expression of her condolences, she
“I know,” she admitted. “I’m the one who shot his video here.”
“Do you mean a dating video?”
“Yeah. Do you want to see it? That’s what I was watching.”
Caprice knew Bob didn’t have any trouble getting a date. Had he wanted to expand his dating pool? “Bob shouldn’t have had any problems getting a girl to go out with him. As you said, he was fun.”
“So good looking too. I couldn’t believe it when he looked my way.”
“If you’d like to show me his footage, I’d be glad to watch.”
Jackie moved the mouse and the screen saver went off. The video was right there. She pressed the arrow to start it.
Sitting on a high stool, Bob smiled into the camera, looking like a model for a TV ad in a crew-neck sweater and khaki slacks, so different from the attire she usually saw him in—a T-shirt and jeans.
She heard Jackie’s voice as she suggested, “So tell me what you like to do on weekends.”
“I like to go dancing . . . or canoeing. As long as I’m doing something, I’m good. I work out at the gym. Been a member of Shape Up for years.”
One thing Caprice knew—Bob liked to keep moving.
“I work out there, too,” Jackie murmured. “That’s where the two of us really got to know each other.”
The gym. Another place to explore where she might find Bob’s friends . . . or foes.
“Tell me about your family,” Jackie’s voice prompted from off camera.
And Bob did, explaining that he was an only child and his parents had been older. He mentioned they had passed away, and he sometimes missed not having any family. But he had lots of good friends.
Jackie stopped the video as if it was too painful for her to watch. “He did have so many friends,” she said. “He was always getting a call or texting someone.”
She said to Jackie, “Bob and my sister were supposed to have coffee together the night he died. Did you know that?”
“Really?” Jackie asked, looking startled.
“They ran into each other and had coffee last week, too. They were catching up with old times.”
“How did they know each other?” Jackie asked casually, but Caprice knew the question wasn’t casual. If Bob had lots of friends and Jackie suspected he might not be seeing her exclusively . . .
“They knew each other in high school. They were pretty serious at one time.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, I don’t know if I should say. Bella was in school in Philadelphia, and a long-distance relationship is tough.”
“Did Bob go out with someone else?”
Caprice kept silent.
“I know he had a reputation. I knew that before I started dating him. When we were out together, sometimes I saw him looking at other women, but I didn’t want to believe he’d cheat on me. I can’t believe he cheated on me.”
“My sister’s married, so I really think they were just catching up.”
Jackie’s eyes were stormy, and that pretty blue maybe wasn’t so innocent after all. What if she’d found out Bob was supposed to have coffee with Bella? What if she wasn’t surprised at all by the information Caprice had given her?
Jackie was at least five-eight. In her Connect Xpress shirt and shorts, Caprice could see that she was fit. Could this pretty woman wield a murder weapon in jealousy?
Caprice guessed anything was possible. Someone killed Bob, and Jackie’s motive stacked up in the same way Bella or Joe’s would. She’d have to check out the gym and see if she could find out anything there.
She’d learned a lot today. She’d go home to her pets and take care of work that was mounting up. Also on her to-do list was to post a photo of Shasta on her Web site and send notices to the radio station, the Kismet Crier , and the free community paper.
Tomorrow she’d continue her investigation. Tomorrow she also should probably consult with Vince and Grant about what she’d learned. After a few more minutes of conversation with Jackie, and with another expression of her condolences, she
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