Chapter Twenty-Nine
She stepped closer, fists curling.
“Wait a minute,” I blurted, and slipped my hand out nonchalantly. My mind whirled, thinking back to the image of Mr. Tatum on the day we arrived. “Is that what he was doing here Friday, when he came storming out of the lobby and ran into Dee Dee?”
“He was as angry as a raging bull,” she nodded. “He told Leroy he wasn’t going to wait any longer to start proceedings to call in the loan. Leroy and I talked it over, and decided we didn’t have a choice. We had to move quickly if we wanted to keep the inn. We figured he deserved whatever he got. Leroy followed him over to the museum Friday afternoon. When he saw the chance, he took it.”
“Stop talking. You’ve said too much.” Leroy lifted the gun again.
Joyce actually looked contrite. “I really am sorry I had to involve you and Dee Dee. I liked you. But when a scapegoat fell right into our hands, we couldn’t pass it up. Then you wouldn’t leave well enough alone. How was I to know you would be as stubborn as a bulldog when it came to defending your friend? I sure never had any friends like that.”
I was sorry she hadn’t, but good grief, that wasn’t any excuse for murdering someone. She let Leroy take another man’s life and was going to let Dee Dee take the rap. To me, that came from the heart of someone very evil. Gooseflesh skittered over my arms, as if a shadow fell over the room.
I will fear no evil…Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me…I prayed for guidance, for deliverance, for Dee Dee, for Nana, and even for poor, greedy Mr. Tatum.
“Yeah, and when the sheriff arrested Frank Dalton, you could have gotten Dee Dee off free and clear. But no, you had to play the part of a bleeding heart,” Leroy waggled the gun at me. “Isn’t that right, Aunt Joyce?”
“Isn’t that right, Aunt Joyce?” Nana mimicked, breaking any spell that may have fallen over the hushed room. My goodness, was she trying to get us killed? I reached over and gave her arm a hearty squeeze in hopes of hushing her up.
“I said keep your hands to yourself,” Leroy barked. “Aunt Joyce, what are we going to do with them? They know everything now.”
I’ve heard you can never know too much. In this case, I definitely knew more than I wanted to. I couldn’t imagine how we’d escape. “This is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Ollie,” popped into my head, and I pressed in an insane laugh.
A banging at the door was an answer to our silent prayers. “EMTs! Open up! Someone called for the ambulance.”
Leroy’s focus shot from us, to the door, to Aunt Joyce. He motioned to her to take care of it, waving the gun off his target, and I saw my chance to make a move.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Fist curled around my cane, I crashed it down on his wrist as hard as I could. A sickening pop resounded on contact. The gun flew out of his grasp and it clattered to the floor.
“Aunt Joyce!” He hissed, hugging his broken wrist, and shoved me down with his other hand. “Send them away before they call the cops!”
Joyce moved in what seemed slow motion as my vision tunneled on that flash of silver laying on the floor. In the background, I could hear Nana and Dee Dee yelling toward the door for all they were worth.
“Help us!”
“We’re kidnapped! Call the police!”
I looked from the weapon to Leroy, and held my gaze steady. One of us was going to pick it up and shoot the other. We stood, equally frozen, unmoving.
Lord, give me strength to save us. I prayed.
He flinched first in our game of Chicken. He knelt, reaching toward the gun, but I was closer. Before Leroy had a chance to get the weapon, I lunged between it and him.
When I came to, I was in a hospital bed with Dee Dee on one side and Nana on the other.
They twittered around me like mother hens protecting their chicks. I was sore all over and had a ferocious headache, but I was alive! I tried to move my leg, but pain seared my knee like a branding iron. I cried out in a hiss.
“Whoa there, Missy,” Nana cooed. Her musical voice soothed my ears. “You’ve hurt your knee again, and the doc wants you to take it easy. I’ll call the nurse and let her know you’re awake and need some pain medicine.”
I looked from Nana to Dee Dee. “What happened?” They started talking at the same time, and I waved at them to stop. “Hold up; I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Dee Dee, you tell her,” Nana acquiesced.
“Oh, Trix. I’m so glad you’re all right.” Dee Dee stood grinning like the cat who ate the cream. “I never figured you for the hero type, but you’ve sure proved me wrong. Do you remember getting the gun from Leroy?”
“The last thing I remember is taking a nose dive to the floor so he wouldn’t get it after I knocked it out of his hand.”
“You mean broke his hand! You should have seen yourself, flying through the air. You moved quicker than an alley cat chased by a dog. You and Leroy got there the same time and you butted heads. I thought for sure you’d have a skull fracture. Knocked you both right out.”
“The EMTs?” I asked, wondering about the knock at the door that saved us.
“Sueleigh asked one of her EMT friends to come and offer us a hand. She was worried about you. When they heard the ruckus, they broke the door in.
“I thought Joyce was going to have a heart attack right then and there. And if that wasn’t enough excitement, Sheriff Wheeler saw the ambulance heading towards the inn and followed them. He and Deputy Ray showed up the same time they did.”
“Nana and I told them what happened, and he arrested Joyce and Leroy right on the spot. Put handcuffs on them and escorted them out to the sheriff’s car.”
“Leroy was blubbering like a baby when he came to. I knew from the start there was something about that boy I didn’t like.” Nana frowned.
I would’ve rolled my eyes if they didn’t hurt so much. “You and I both, right Nana?”
She nodded in acknowledgment as she gave my hand a big squeeze.
“Oh, honey. I thought you were dead. Well, maybe not dead, but I was so concerned.” Big tears dripped from Nana’s watery blue eyes. “But, we’re in for another long haul.”
“It’s all right, Nana. We’re safe.” I blinked back tears that wanted to flow.
Dee Dee balled her fists and dragged a chair up to sit eye to eye with me. Voice low, she laid out the skinny. “Joyce was screaming circumstantial evidence, and that she knows a heck of a good lawyer. Sheriff will have to go back to the drawing board to prove our story in court.”
“I have a big surprise for Joyce and Leroy. Where are my clothes? Is my sweater here?” I surveyed the room. If Dee Dee had taken any longer to answer I would’ve panicked.
“Sure, they’re in the closet.” Dee Dee pointed to the white door. “But you’re not going anywhere, yet. I’m your private guard until the doctor says you can go.” She looked like she was taking this guard position very seriously.
“I don’t want to wear my sweater. Get it and I’ll show you.”
Someone hesitantly knocked on the door. It opened just enough for a head to poke through.
“Is it all right if I come in?”
“Sure, Sheriff, come on in.” I held my head as high as I could and grasped my sweater from Dee Dee. “You’re just in time.”
Chapter Thirty
How are you feeling? You gave everyone quite a scare.” I swear Sheriff Wheeler winked at Nana.
“I think I’ll live. Thanks for asking.” Did I just thank the enemy? Maybe it was the result of being under the influence of pain meds. Or maybe it was the image of a handsome man in a crisp, form fitting uniform.