according to Mr. Wyatt Earp over there, I did have a knack for making people talk, and I wanted to talk to Jill. Or rather, I wanted her to talk to me.
âExcuse me, ladies. I have a couple of things I need to take care of,â he said, finally leaving the table.
Ty took his seat back at the counter. I went over andmoved my meatball sub from the counter to Jillâs booth, and along the way I whispered to Ty that Iâd wanted Jill to be able to talk freely without him being there.
And he mumbled back, âTrixie Matkowski, you leave the investigating to me.â
I shrugged and gave him my best innocent smile. âOf course.â
So now it was Jill and me alone until Nancy came over to the table and took Jillâs order: a salad with Thousand Island dressing, a Western omelet with rye toast, and a glass of ice tea.
I worked on my now-cold meatball sandwich. I was tempted to pop it in the microwave to bring it back to some kind of life, but then Nancy set a cup of hot spaghetti sauce in front of me.
Perfect.
âJill, with the exception of nothing to eat, are you doing okay in the motor home?â
âIâm okay. Iâm just getting tired of being alone in there and hiding from the media.â
âWould you feel more comfortable in my house?â
Say no. Please say no. I love being alone.
But then I remembered. Antoinette Chloe was there with me.
âNo. Iâm fine, really. Itâs just that wherever I look, I see things that remind me of Cilla.â
After reaching for her hand across the table, I patted it. âOf course you would.â
âI donât understand why Peter hasnât been arrested.â She glanced over at Ty. âI hear that his cell phone was found at the scene.â
âReally? Thatâs odd. I didnât see a cell phone when I found Priscillaâs body.â
âIt had fallen in the snowbank somewhere. The cops found it after they cordoned off the area where you found her.â
âOh.â I took a deep breath, remembering how Iâd found poor Priscilla. âDid they find anything else?â
âThe cell phone is all I know about. And I know that Peter was talking to Deputy Brisco for a long time, because I was in the waiting room of the sheriffâs department, waiting to give my statement.â
âYou and Peter donât quite get along, do you?â I asked, remembering how Jill always seemed exasperated whenever he was around.
Nancy delivered her salad, so we stopped talking for a moment.
âI donât particularly like how he came back into Cillaâs life all of a sudden after not calling her or seeing her for years. Then suddenly there he was.â
âI wonder why,â I said.
She ate a forkful of salad. âMy guess is that he probably ran out of money. Cilla was his cash cow. She always was.â
âReally?â
She nodded. âYeah. Peter is a parasite.â
âI wonder whatâs going to happen to Priscillaâsempire now that sheâs passed. Does Peter get it all because heâs related?â
She set her fork down and stared at me. More tears traveled down her cheeks and landed on her salad. She pushed it away as Nancy delivered her Western omelet and rye toast.
âI shouldnât have asked that, Jill. That was very rude of me. I was just thinking out loud. Iâm sorry.â
Iâm sure I looked apologetic. However, in my vast experience watching cop shows on TV and being married to a cop with loose lipsâin more ways than oneâI knew money was almost always a factor.
And this information had moved Peter to the head of the line in the list of suspects that I was mentally preparing. As soon as I could, I was going to find out if he had any more beefs with Priscilla.
There was no way I was going to stay out of this investigation. I had to clear my name.
âIâm really sorry that I asked you about Priscillaâs
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