Death Revokes The Offer by Catharine Bramkamp

Author:Catharine Bramkamp [Bramkamp, Catharine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, mystery humorous, humorous mystery, mystery humor fun, mystery humor short story school amateur detective, mystery female sleuth, mysteryandlove, mystery amateur sleuth, mystery drug smuggling, mystery humor, mystery and love, mystery ebooks, mystery detectives
Publisher: Catharine Bramkamp
Published: 2012-01-16T00:08:41+00:00

Chapter 6

Inez called as I was driving home, unfortunately, the cell phone worked all the way up the freeway, there were no drop off points that I could use for an excuse to cut her off. At least not legitimately.

“You were attacked this afternoon.” Inez accused.

Had Ben called in to report the theft? Maybe. Should I ask how Inez knows these things? It wasn’t relevant to the current conversation.

“It wasn’t personal.” I assured her.

“Any attack is personal.” Inez declared. “We need to report this.”

I had my opinions about reporting. Not to belittle my own experience or that of anyone else, but real estate agents get attacked, molested and killed on a disturbingly regular basis. It should not be that surprising. We advertise in the paper that we will be alone in an empty house on Sunday from 1 – 4 PM. We walk into deserted homes with people we don’t know, and we are constantly getting into cars with strangers; we are statistical nightmares. And since this was the first time for me and since it had nothing to do with me per se, or me as a Realtor per se, I was not interested in adding to already depressing figures.

“No,” I said, “It really wasn’t personal, it wasn’t about my job. It was about something else.”

“What something else?”

“Just something else.” I hedged. “I’m starting to lose you.”

“I can hear you just fine.”

“No, really, I’m going over the hill. Oh, before I lose you, I can’t make the meeting tomorrow morning, I have a client.”

I clicked the phone to vibrate. I can’t turn it off completely, but I can turn off the ringer. When I turn up the volume of the radio; I can’t hear the phone vibrate. If someone wants a million dollar home, they will leave a message.

And if Inez wants to labor over this further, she too can leave a message and I’ll pick it up, oh, sometime tomorrow. I wasn’t in the mood today.

I passed by the huge Christopher and Christopher billboard. Jill and Peter, sitting so close that her hair was sticking to his head, the perfect image of the perfect couple: blond and beautiful. God is our Business Partner was scrawled across the bottom of the billboard – their tag line. It’s on every ad, every sign, including on their generic open house signs, and of course, the saying appears on their business cards.

I’d have to check and see how Maria was doing with her back-on-the-market client.

But that would all wait until tomorrow. I needed to get my sore head and body into a hot bath and bed.

It’s dark at five in the morning. Even in summer. No one should be up before the sun, it’s not right. But many people were. Note to self. No commute. Ever.

We have already reviewed the whole commute thing in the early morning hours. Getting into San Rafael as the sky lightened wasn’t too bad, and I was smart enough to start my trip at Starbucks and end my trip at Starbucks.

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