Should I answer that? We could be all wrong, and Ty might ask for a two-physician commitment for mental health services for us.
âWell, Trixie?â he pushed, staring at me with those darn blue eyes.
âWe thought it might be a flash drive. It was kind of the right size and felt like it might be just that.â
âA flash drive for Lizâs laptop? The same laptop that you took from the church? That laptop?â
âThe very same,â I said. âIf you want the laptop, Iâll certainly give it to you. I just gathered up all of Lizâs things that were left in the church and thought Iâd keep them until you told me otherwise.â
âOtherwise,â he said.
âHuh?â
âOtherwise. Iâm telling you to give me all of Lizâs property.â
âWhy didnât you just say so?â
Steam was coming out of his ears. He was fun to tease, but I knew I was pushing him.
âDid you find anything on the laptop?â he asked.
âYes. I was looking for pageant helpâlists, names, what she had in mind for the pageantâand I found pretty much what I needed.â
âNothing else?â
âNothing exciting. Maybe Ray Meyerson could find something important, or some wizard at the State Police, but I couldnât.â
âWhat about you, Antoinette Chloe?â Ty asked.
âIâm about on Trixieâs level. Iâd still be keeping my restaurant accounts on paper, but Fingers has all kinds of programs for keeping track of things, so I let him. He can tell right down to the stick of butter how much to order and the cost.â
At least ACB knew that flash drives existedâmaybe because Fingers usually sported two on a lanyard around his neck.
âWhoever beat you to Lizâs house, what do you think they were looking for?â Ty asked.
âAre you asking for our help?â I couldnât believe it.
A vein pumped in his temple. âIâm just asking a question.â
I nodded. âWe donât really know. Weâre just guessing that the killer might be looking for Lizâs flash drive, too, if she was using one. Itâs just a big, fat guessâa shot in the dark.â
âIâll be picking up Lizâs laptop tonight. Where is it?â
âOn my kitchen table.â
âIâll let myself in,â he said. âAnd Iâll take Blondie home with me.â
ACB adjusted her bra straps. âYouâre still going to charge us?â
âYeah, but you can take your cell phones and whatever else you need. Call for takeout. Iâm buying.â
âDarn right you are, Ty Brisco,â I said. âWho do you want to interview first?â
âAntoinette Chloe can go first. And donât forget, I have to take your statements from yesterday, too.â
I sighed. âRemember to call Judge Frazier and get him down here. If you donât I will ban you from being served at the Silver Bullet for the rest of your lifetime or mine, whichever comes first.â
He slapped his hands on his heart. âYou wouldnât dare!â
âI dare.â
He reached into his desk and threw me a set of keys. âLet yourself into the jail. Leave the door open, so I can make sure youâre okay.â
The Sandy Harbor jail cells were through a double door. A left turn led to the menâs cellâa right led to the womenâs. I turned right and had to smile when I came to ACBâs creation. It looked like a fabric store had exploded.
I opened the cell door and hesitated for a moment before I walked in. Slumping into a Queen Anne chair decorated with colorful climbing roses, I leaned my crutches against a writing desk that looked like an antique. Too bad it was painted in bright pink.
Digging out my cell phone from my purse, I decided to call the Silver Bullet for takeout.
Only in small-town Sandy Harbor would I be given the keys to let myself into my own
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