“Yes ma’am, I’m sure she was an asset to those cases, but she’s a person of interest in this one. That means hands-off. Do you understand?” Detective Sams looked from me to Dee Dee and back to me.
“I definitely understand what you said, Detective.” I understood what she said, but it didn’t mean I was going to keep my hands off this case. It was my bootie that was at risk of being thrown in the caboose, and I didn’t trust the detective to clear my name.
“All right then, I’ll be on my way. I don’t want anyone else calling in with information you’re sleuthing on your own.”
Well my goodness, we were in agreement, I didn’t want anyone calling in either.
“Let me know if you change hotels and I’ll be in touch with you soon.” She touched the bill of her hat with her hand, turned on her heel and sauntered out of the lobby. Sergeant Sargent gave me one last smirk before he hurried to catch up with the detective.
I looked over at Nana to find her sound asleep in the chair. Her mouth stood wide open and a little bit of drool slid down her lip. She snored like a bear.
Dee Dee’s stomach emitted a growl louder than Nana’s snoring. “Yikes, look at the time. No wonder I’m hungry. It’s afternoon already.” She glanced at Nana. “What are we going to do with her?”
“I’d like to get some lunch, but we need to wake her and take her back to the room first.” I’d no sooner got the word “lunch” out of my mouth when her head popped up like a jack-in-the-box.
“Did someone mention food?” She shot us a glance. “I’m so hungry I could eat an elephant.” I’ve seen Nana eat and she wasn’t far off.
“Sounds good to me. Let’s make a new list while we eat.” I didn’t want to waste a minute – even though she seemed sincere, Detective Sams most likely had more than one case on her hands. She needed the help, right?
A commotion in the lobby startled me from my musings, and I followed the sound. A couple of skipping elves led a rowdy group of children. I guess elves were big this time of year in Chattanooga.
“How about the Garden Restaurant for lunch?” Dee Dee offered. “It’s located right off the lobby and Nana won’t have far to walk.”
“Sounds great, let’s go.” Nana jumped up, but sat right back down. “Whoa, not feeling as spry as I thought.” Dee Dee laughed. I didn’t think it was quite so funny. I needed to call Mama and see if she’d help with Nana, but I didn’t want to interrupt her vacation. After lunch I had to make some calls.
I jumped when Alan Jackson’s Chattahoochee rang out from my purse. I forgot I’d changed the ring tone. I looked at the caller I.D. and groaned. “Hello, Harv.”
“Trixie. You said you’d call me back. I waited as long as I could. We’re on a deadline you know.” I nodded in agreement, but Harv kept right on going. “Are you making any progress on the Ghoston murder?”
“Uh, I’ve been working on it Harv.”
I waved for Dee Dee and Nana to go on to the restaurant without me. “I’ll catch up. It’s Harv.” Dee Dee nodded and put her arm around Nana’s waist as she led her forward.
“What’s going on, Trixie?” Harv growled.
“I was just telling the girls to go eat without me, I’d catch up.” Harv’s a taskmaster for sure, but even he wouldn’t object to me taking time to eat. “Harv, there’s been a little hitch in my plans.”
“A little hitch, Trixie? I don’t like the sound of that.” I heard Harv’s squeaky desk chair. He needed to oil that old thing. I imagined him removing his feet from his desk and leaning over in a serious pose. “Spit it out, girl. I don’t have all day.”
I held back the tears, I didn’t want to leave an impression I couldn’t handle my job. “I found a dead body in the deep freeze,” I sniffed.
“I thought I heard you say you found a body in the freezer. I know you didn’t say that. Did you, Trixie?” It was time to put on my big girl panties and come clean with the truth.
“That’s what I said.” I gulped back a sob. “Now I’m a person of interest in the case.”
“Who was it and how did you wind up in the middle of a murder investigation?”
“It was, Annie Henderson, my teacher, from the intensive workshop. I was the last person to be alone with her. When the police found poisoned tea in my room my fate was sealed. I’m their prime suspect. I was framed, Harv.”
A crunch resonated through the phone. I supposed he’d bit down on his Tootsie Pop upon hearing the news. There was a prolonged silence before anyone spoke.
“Harv? Are you there?”
“Yes I’m here. I’m trying to think. I know this is a terrible situation, but you’re strong and you can take this and turn it around to your advantage. I know you didn’t kill that woman. Take this opportunity to write about being wrongly accused.”
I pulled a tissue from my purse and blew my nose. “Uh, I guess I could do that.” Maybe writing about the experience would keep my mind focused.
“Great, that settles it. I know you’ll pull through this, Trixie. I have faith in you. Well, gotta go. Check in with me later.” I heard a click indicating the conversation was over. I replaced the phone in my bag.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I hurried to catch Dee Dee and Nana as fast as my knee allowed. They were studying their menus. “Did you order a sweet tea for me?”
“Does a dog like bones?” Dee Dee offered me a big grin.
“I’m taking that for a yes.” I needed all the sugar I could get.
Nana reached over and patted my hand. “What’s the matter sweetie, you look like you’ve lost your last friend.”
“I just got through talking to Harv. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. He wants me to write an article about sleuthing out the real killer. He thinks my being a person of interest would help me write about being wrongly accused.”
“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. Dee Dee and I will help (she drew out help into two syllables). Hay-ulp made me feel a tad better, and I grabbed the menu and quickly looked at the offerings as the waitress appeared. “I’ll take the soup and sandwich combo.” Dee Dee and Nana opted for the chicken salad on lettuce. We sat back to wait on our food.
I glanced at Nana and noticed her half-closed eyelids. A huge smile indicated her pain level had dropped. I’d have to keep a closer watch on her so she didn’t overdose on her pain medicine. I’d ask Dee Dee later what she thought about asking Mama to come and help.
I nudged her and pointed toward Nana. “Looks like she’s about to flake out on us.”
“I heard that,” Nana said. “I might be half asleep, but I’m not deaf. Anyway, I’m just looking at the back of my eyelids.” Laughter floated around the table.
The waitress, laden down with food, approached our table. “Here ya’ go.” She served our delicious looking meal. “My name is Lisa. I hope you enjoy your food and let me know if you need anything.” She sashayed across the room. Oh to be so young.
When our appetites were satisfied, Dee Dee sat back and wiped her mouth. She voiced my thoughts. “Trix, what are we going to do now that Detective Sams took our list?”
“Make another one. It shouldn’t take long.” Dee Dee retrieved her tablet and pen. In a matter of minutes we had a new list.
At times, a groggy Nana would revive and make a comment. We debated who we should visit first and decided on Lori Wilson. I remembered she lived in Chattanooga or close by.
“When we get back to the room I’ll look up her name on my laptop.” We finished our meal by ordering strawberry shortcake. We helped Nana back to our room and settled her in bed before heading out to interview Lori. I discovered she lived in Hixon right outside of Chattanooga.
It took us about twenty minutes to find her home. Thank goodness for a GPS. As Nana would say, “one of the greatest inventions since sliced bread.” It was a pretty little area. Her house was a modest ranch style home reminiscent of the 60’s and 70’s architecture and located on lakefront property.