understand! Thank you!â
âYouâre welcome. How familiar are you with the way her business was run?â
He sank back. âOnly with the rental stuff. She had all kinds of properties: houses, stores, apartment buildings, even a lumberyard.â He shrugged. âAnd, of course, she was a real estate agent, too. I didnât know how big-time until I saw she was going after the Water Street property. That thing is going to cost millions to buy and build. Millions.â
âWas she overextending herself to try for it?â
âOh, I think she mustâve been, yes. Or, no. Well, maybe.â He laughed at himself. âI really donât know. I thought I knew her business affairs pretty well, but I probably didnât.â
âWas she secretive?â
He twisted his shoulders in discomfort. âNot exactly. People thought she was . . . blunt. And of course she was. Sheâd say right out what she thought about things, if she was willing to talk about them at all. If she didnât want to talk, she wouldnât say anything. Like, when I first started to work for her, I thought she owned a couple of houses and an apartment building on the north side of Minneapolis. Then I found out she owned a couple of houses in Uptown. And a store. Then more houses in south Minneapolis, a small lumberyard in Golden Valleyâand a start-up construction company up halfway to Duluth. Whenever she widened my responsibilities, Iâd find out she owned more property. The latest was I found she had this plan to build a multipurpose building in Excelsior. She never hinted at something, sheâd just spring it on me.â He shrugged, smiling wryly. âI think she liked to surprise me.â
Betsy was busy writing all of this down. Then she looked up from her pad to ask Chaz another question. âShe usually struck me as angry or impatient. Was she like that with you?â
âOh yes,â Chaz said. âThat was her at her core. I think she was born mad.â He grinned. âI got used to it. She barked a lot, but she never bit me.â
âAnd she paid you well.â
âYes, she did. She even bragged about me, in her own way. âAt least Chaz doesnât shout at tenants for being late,â sheâd say to a building manager she was about to fire. âHeâs a chameleon, he knows how to get along with anyone, even me,â sheâd say to someone asking how I kept on working for her.â
âHow do you know she said those things about you if she never said them to your face?â
âSometimes sheâd leave the door to her office open just a little bit. She never praised me to my face, but she did that eavesdropping-enabler thing enough times that I began to realize it was intentional.â
His nose twitched. Was that the lovely smell of biscuits baking?
Betsy nodded, made a note, and said, âNow to the hard part: Did anyone you know truly hate her?â
Chaz laughed. âOh God, yes. People she evicted would write terrible things about her on their Facebook accounts, or in anonymous letters, or even in spray paint on walls or the doors of their former houses or apartment buildings. People she outdid on business deals, too. Well, the business people didnât resort to spray paint. Theyâd sue. I think she kept one of her attorneys on speed dial.â
âDid any of these people threaten her life?â
âFrequently.â He smiled, remembering.
âHow serious were these threats?â
âThey were mostly just venting. Maddy didnât take themseriously. Except some of the people who threatened to sue. She got right on those cases. Only one actually came to court while I worked for her, and she won that case.â He snapped his fingers. âLike that.â
âDid she ever sue anyone?â
Chaz nodded. âA couple of times, mostly small claims cases. One big one, but it got
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