Oven Baked Secrets (Eugeena Patterson Mysteries Book 2) by Tyora Moody Page B
Authors: Tyora Moody
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plans to stay in Charleston. By the looks of him prior to his death, William was seeking to live a more upscale lifestyle than what his parents did. What changed and how did those changes lead to his murder?
Chapter 17
I woke up around nine o’clock on Thursday morning, which I thought was pretty late. Being a school teacher with five o’ clock in the morning wake-up calls had been my life so long it seemed almost criminal to stay in the bed long past the sun rising. It was a cold morning so for once I had the good sense to snuggle down under the covers and stay put in the bed for a while longer.
Porgy eyed me from his doggy bed. I can’t believe I finally broke down and bought the round furry bed, but it was a compromise that allowed him to sleep in the bedroom. The deal was he had his own bed and he was not allowed on mine. “I will get up soon. Can you hang for a few more minutes?”
Porgy lifted his head and barked.
I would not accept anyone telling me that dog didn’t know what I was saying.
I took a deep breath as I tried to process yesterday’s information overload. I could not stop thinking about young August and young Louise. I know they grew up together, but in that time period, why did they become so careless? I guess I couldn’t judge. Young love and naïveté struck mostly everyone as a teenager and when hormones raged at their worst. In this case, the heartache that had been left had everlasting effects for generations.
While I didn’t care for William, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him losing his life. He was a spoiled only child and very ungrateful, but his life seemed to be turning around for him before it was cut short. In yesterday’s revelations, his murder almost got swept to the side. If William was going to stay in Charleston, I wondered if he was going to take the proceeds from selling his mother’s home to buy a more lavish residence.
In his pursuit of living well, where had he slipped up? To me, it felt like William encountered and unknowingly enticed his killer. How and why, I had no clue.
I really needed to see how Louise was doing. I didn’t want to be told once again by Ms. Saunders that Louise couldn’t accept visitors.
I knew if anyone could tell me Louise’s state of mind, Pat could tell me what was really going on. Plus I knew Pat wanted to tell me something? I should have returned her messages from both Monday and Wednesday, but so much had happened.
When I called Pat her phone rang and rang, but never went to voicemail.
Mmm, that’s weird.
I would try again later. Maybe we could finally stop playing phone tag with each other.
With that thought, I climbed out of the bed with Porgy yapping at my feet. After finally getting dressed, I decided to do something I had put off for at least two weeks now. When the cold weather came in I stopped my morning walk. I decided to snap a leash on Porgy and for a change we would walk. The morning’s fall air was brisk, requiring the need for a jacket, but the sun was bright in the sky. Porgy was a little thing, but he had a bit of strength on him as he pulled me along towards the sidewalk.
I’m not sure if Porgy was reading my mind, but we didn’t get too far before we stopped, right in front of Louise’s house. The yellow crime scene tape was still around the front door. If I could have snuck a peek in the house, I would have. Instead I walked over to where William’s car sat, now without its owner. As I moved closer, I noticed that there were temporary plates on the car. William had purchased this car less than three weeks ago. The new purchase didn’t startle me as much as the car dealership name.
Chuck Nelson Buick of Charleston.
Chuck Nelson. That was one of the names Aunt Esther mentioned yesterday. Now that I thought of it, one of the most annoying local commercials was who I believed was Chuck Nelson’s son looking as shady as a salesman could look spouting all the deals he had for those looking
Chapter 17
I woke up around nine o’clock on Thursday morning, which I thought was pretty late. Being a school teacher with five o’ clock in the morning wake-up calls had been my life so long it seemed almost criminal to stay in the bed long past the sun rising. It was a cold morning so for once I had the good sense to snuggle down under the covers and stay put in the bed for a while longer.
Porgy eyed me from his doggy bed. I can’t believe I finally broke down and bought the round furry bed, but it was a compromise that allowed him to sleep in the bedroom. The deal was he had his own bed and he was not allowed on mine. “I will get up soon. Can you hang for a few more minutes?”
Porgy lifted his head and barked.
I would not accept anyone telling me that dog didn’t know what I was saying.
I took a deep breath as I tried to process yesterday’s information overload. I could not stop thinking about young August and young Louise. I know they grew up together, but in that time period, why did they become so careless? I guess I couldn’t judge. Young love and naïveté struck mostly everyone as a teenager and when hormones raged at their worst. In this case, the heartache that had been left had everlasting effects for generations.
While I didn’t care for William, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him losing his life. He was a spoiled only child and very ungrateful, but his life seemed to be turning around for him before it was cut short. In yesterday’s revelations, his murder almost got swept to the side. If William was going to stay in Charleston, I wondered if he was going to take the proceeds from selling his mother’s home to buy a more lavish residence.
In his pursuit of living well, where had he slipped up? To me, it felt like William encountered and unknowingly enticed his killer. How and why, I had no clue.
I really needed to see how Louise was doing. I didn’t want to be told once again by Ms. Saunders that Louise couldn’t accept visitors.
I knew if anyone could tell me Louise’s state of mind, Pat could tell me what was really going on. Plus I knew Pat wanted to tell me something? I should have returned her messages from both Monday and Wednesday, but so much had happened.
When I called Pat her phone rang and rang, but never went to voicemail.
Mmm, that’s weird.
I would try again later. Maybe we could finally stop playing phone tag with each other.
With that thought, I climbed out of the bed with Porgy yapping at my feet. After finally getting dressed, I decided to do something I had put off for at least two weeks now. When the cold weather came in I stopped my morning walk. I decided to snap a leash on Porgy and for a change we would walk. The morning’s fall air was brisk, requiring the need for a jacket, but the sun was bright in the sky. Porgy was a little thing, but he had a bit of strength on him as he pulled me along towards the sidewalk.
I’m not sure if Porgy was reading my mind, but we didn’t get too far before we stopped, right in front of Louise’s house. The yellow crime scene tape was still around the front door. If I could have snuck a peek in the house, I would have. Instead I walked over to where William’s car sat, now without its owner. As I moved closer, I noticed that there were temporary plates on the car. William had purchased this car less than three weeks ago. The new purchase didn’t startle me as much as the car dealership name.
Chuck Nelson Buick of Charleston.
Chuck Nelson. That was one of the names Aunt Esther mentioned yesterday. Now that I thought of it, one of the most annoying local commercials was who I believed was Chuck Nelson’s son looking as shady as a salesman could look spouting all the deals he had for those looking
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