A Death in Door County by Annelise Ryan

Author:Annelise Ryan [Ryan, Annelise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2022-09-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

If Bess was surprised to hear from me again so soon, she didn’t let on. “Do you have more questions about Oliver?” she said.

“I do. I’m wondering if you know anything about an old duffel bag he had? It might have been something he tried to hide.”

“You mean like a go bag?”

“No, more of a storage bag for a hobby he had.”

“Hobby?” Bess sounded dubious. “The only hobby Oliver had was kayaking, if you can call that a hobby.”

“He doesn’t have a duffel stashed away in a closet or under a bed? Or maybe he was using something else, like a box of some sort?”

There was a long pause and then Bess said, “Where is this coming from, Ms. Carver?”

“It’s Carter, and please, call me Morgan. Sorry to sound so mysterious. I just finished talking to a friend of Oliver’s, his old college roommate, Jim Cochran?”

“Did he loan Oliver a duffel bag?”

“No, he said Oliver had a secret hobby and that there was a duffel he used to keep under his bed that was filled with some of the items related to this hobby. I was just wondering if you knew about anything like that.”

“Secret hobby?”

She laughed and it did give me pause, making me wonder if I was building something out of nothing.

“What kind of secret hobby?”

I figured I might as well tell her. Beating around the bush wasn’t working. “Treasure hunting.” I tossed it out there and waited for her reaction.

“Oh, that,” she said with relief. “Yeah, he has some stuff from when he was a kid and used to think he could find buried treasures. He drew maps and had a small shovel and some books, I think. And an old metal detector. He found some arrowheads, coins, and stuff like that but no real treasure that I know of.”

“Is that stuff there at your place?”

“Not anymore. Oliver has a small unit at a storage facility that he uses to store his kayaks in the winter. His mother lives here in Green Bay, and when she sold her house and downsized a couple of years ago, she made him come and get some old boxes he’d had stored there for years. He didn’t want to toss the stuff out, but we didn’t have room for any of it in our apartment, so he put the boxes in the storage unit. I’m pretty sure the duffel bag is there, too.”

“Do you have the key to the unit?”

“I don’t. Oliver had it on his key ring with all his other keys and I’m not sure where they ended up. The cops might have them. Or they might have given them to his mother.”

“Do you know the name of the storage facility?”

“Um . . . I think it’s called Safe Storage? I’ve only been there once, and I sat in the car while Oliver got something out of the unit. I know it’s on University Avenue here in Green Bay.”

“Do you know the number of his unit?”

“Sorry, no,” she said apologetically.

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