Sarah Woods Mystery Series (Volume 3) by Jennifer L. Jennings Page B
Authors: Jennifer L. Jennings
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said.
She shook her head, clearly perplexed. “If we'd received such a donation, I'm unaware of it. Where did you get this information?”
Her confusion was genuine and I hesitated to say anything more on the matter. “My mistake,” I said. “Must be a different charity I heard about.”
She shrugged it off. “Well, I think you're a dear to be so concerned about Angela, but I assure you she is doing well. Of course, she misses her mother very much. But the volunteer work has given her a new purpose in life.”
“ And her father?” I asked. “How is she dealing with his recent death?”
“ That's a difficult one. As you probably know, she and her dad never saw eye to eye, but I guess it's something she'll just have to make peace with now that he's gone.”
“ Thanks for talking to me, Ms. White. I feel better about things, now. I'm relieved to hear that Angela has found something meaningful to do with her life.”
Glenda and I walked out of the building together and then to our respective cars. As Glenda drove out of the lot, she waved for the last time and then disappeared down the road.
When I got in my car, all I wanted to do was sit for a while, to collect my thoughts about Angela. Brook had done a fine job of convincing me that Angela was a selfish, lazy, and paranoid delinquent; capable of blackmail, no less. But I wasn't so sure I believed that anymore. Glenda had provided me with a different perspective. And if Angela did blackmail Brook to give the money to the charity, heck, I was all for it.
I called Carter and recounted the details of my meeting, which took about ten minutes.
“ I don't think Angela is involved in the blackmail,” I told him. “In fact, I think we're wasting our time looking into her life any further.”
“ I agree,” he said. “But I think I have a pretty good idea who is involved.”
I waited. “Well, are you gonna tell me?”
“ Where are you now?” Carter asked.
“ I'm heading back to Palm Beach. Where are you?”
“ Sitting in my car, across the street from Vivian's condo.”
“ Vivian? Why?”
“ Her address is ten, Bimini Lane in Riviera Beach. Plug it into your GPS and meet me there as soon as you can.”
“ What's going on?”
“ I'll tell you when I see you.”
I tucked my cell phone back into my purse then set it on the passenger seat. I was typing the address into my phone's GPS, when I saw someone in my peripheral vision. Before I could react, the person opened the back door and slid into the back seat.
I didn't understand what was happening. I spun my head around to look behind my seat and gasped.
It was Angela Foster.
Her narrowed eyes were focused on me. “Do exactly what I say and maybe I won't slit your throat.”
I glanced down and noticed the silver blade. A small Swiss Army knife was clutched in her hand.
My brain just froze. No words came, so I bobbed my head up and down to let her know I understood.
“ Try anything funny,” she said, “and I swear to God I'll stick you.”
I nodded again, remembering Carter's arm.
“ Your purse,” she said. “Throw it back here. Then keep your hands on the dashboard and face forward.”
I did what she said.
With my hands on the dashboard, I could see her through the rear-view mirror searching frantically through my purse.
“ You've been asking questions about me,” she said. “What do you want?”
I realized that Glenda White must have called Angela after our meeting. Angela must have quickly figured out the scam, and drove back to see if I was still around.
“ I'm working on a case,” I said.
Angela held up my wallet. “Sarah Woods, huh? Says here you're a private investigator from New Hampshire? Why are you in Florida?”
I figured the truth would serve me better than lying at this point. I licked my dry lips and tried to remain calm. “My boyfriend has a job here so I came to stay with him for a few days. He works at Ocean Terrace, installing a new
She shook her head, clearly perplexed. “If we'd received such a donation, I'm unaware of it. Where did you get this information?”
Her confusion was genuine and I hesitated to say anything more on the matter. “My mistake,” I said. “Must be a different charity I heard about.”
She shrugged it off. “Well, I think you're a dear to be so concerned about Angela, but I assure you she is doing well. Of course, she misses her mother very much. But the volunteer work has given her a new purpose in life.”
“ And her father?” I asked. “How is she dealing with his recent death?”
“ That's a difficult one. As you probably know, she and her dad never saw eye to eye, but I guess it's something she'll just have to make peace with now that he's gone.”
“ Thanks for talking to me, Ms. White. I feel better about things, now. I'm relieved to hear that Angela has found something meaningful to do with her life.”
Glenda and I walked out of the building together and then to our respective cars. As Glenda drove out of the lot, she waved for the last time and then disappeared down the road.
When I got in my car, all I wanted to do was sit for a while, to collect my thoughts about Angela. Brook had done a fine job of convincing me that Angela was a selfish, lazy, and paranoid delinquent; capable of blackmail, no less. But I wasn't so sure I believed that anymore. Glenda had provided me with a different perspective. And if Angela did blackmail Brook to give the money to the charity, heck, I was all for it.
I called Carter and recounted the details of my meeting, which took about ten minutes.
“ I don't think Angela is involved in the blackmail,” I told him. “In fact, I think we're wasting our time looking into her life any further.”
“ I agree,” he said. “But I think I have a pretty good idea who is involved.”
I waited. “Well, are you gonna tell me?”
“ Where are you now?” Carter asked.
“ I'm heading back to Palm Beach. Where are you?”
“ Sitting in my car, across the street from Vivian's condo.”
“ Vivian? Why?”
“ Her address is ten, Bimini Lane in Riviera Beach. Plug it into your GPS and meet me there as soon as you can.”
“ What's going on?”
“ I'll tell you when I see you.”
I tucked my cell phone back into my purse then set it on the passenger seat. I was typing the address into my phone's GPS, when I saw someone in my peripheral vision. Before I could react, the person opened the back door and slid into the back seat.
I didn't understand what was happening. I spun my head around to look behind my seat and gasped.
It was Angela Foster.
Her narrowed eyes were focused on me. “Do exactly what I say and maybe I won't slit your throat.”
I glanced down and noticed the silver blade. A small Swiss Army knife was clutched in her hand.
My brain just froze. No words came, so I bobbed my head up and down to let her know I understood.
“ Try anything funny,” she said, “and I swear to God I'll stick you.”
I nodded again, remembering Carter's arm.
“ Your purse,” she said. “Throw it back here. Then keep your hands on the dashboard and face forward.”
I did what she said.
With my hands on the dashboard, I could see her through the rear-view mirror searching frantically through my purse.
“ You've been asking questions about me,” she said. “What do you want?”
I realized that Glenda White must have called Angela after our meeting. Angela must have quickly figured out the scam, and drove back to see if I was still around.
“ I'm working on a case,” I said.
Angela held up my wallet. “Sarah Woods, huh? Says here you're a private investigator from New Hampshire? Why are you in Florida?”
I figured the truth would serve me better than lying at this point. I licked my dry lips and tried to remain calm. “My boyfriend has a job here so I came to stay with him for a few days. He works at Ocean Terrace, installing a new
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