Death by Greed by Abigail Keam

Author:Abigail Keam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Kentucky
ISBN: 9781953478122
Publisher: Worker Bee Press
Published: 2023-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

15

My other lead was Jimmy J. Did I really want to speak with a strung-out, possibly dangerous drug dealer? I’m known for taking chances, but this was too much. Maybe I should just cool it and let the courts handle the matter? However, when I tried to let justice prevail in the past, I got in a jam and still paid the price. No. No. There is justice and then there is my justice.

I called Detective McCain and got his voicemail. Told him to call me back. Left the name of Jimmy J.

While I waited for his call, I bottled Clover honey, mowed a few pastures with my new tractor, paid bills, met with Eunice Todd about an event scheduled at the Butterfly, and had Lady Elsmere’s men plant Glossy Abelia shrubbery in front of the fences aligning the public road. I didn’t want to install concrete pillars, but I needed something to keep vehicles from going through the fences bordering the main road. Of course, it would take several years for the hedge to establish itself, but I felt better knowing that the plants would eventually grow into something that would buffer trespassers. Many horse farms in the Bluegrass use this type of shrub ever since horse rustling became prevalent in the 1970s. It’s almost unheard of now to have a horse stolen—especially with hedges protecting the fences. Needless to say, I was busy.

Three days later, I got a call from Detective McCain. He was outside my property wanting to come in. I pushed the button that opened the main gate and met him at the front door of my house.

He got out of an unmarked, standard dark blue sedan that most detectives use in Kentucky and stood gaping at the Butterfly.

“What do you think?” I called out to the detective. This was his first glimpse of the Butterfly as I usually had met him at the stable. You can’t see the house from there.

“I’ve seen pictures of this place in magazines, but seeing it in person is another thing.”

“Come in. I’m making coffee and just about to take some cinnamon rolls out of the oven—if you’re game.”

“I could do with a snack. Missed lunch.”

“I’ve got some tuna fish salad. Can make you a sandwich.”

For the first time, the Tootsie Roll man looked kindly at me. “That sounds pretty good. My stomach is growling. Will you join me?”

I nodded. “I’ll show you around.” I led my visitor through the foyer into the main living area.

He studied the cathedral ceilings, the mid-century furniture, the slate floor, the beige and gray stone walls, and the windows that blanketed the back walls which displayed a spectacular view of the Kentucky River and its cliffs. Several waterfalls splashed down ravines on the other side of the river from the recent rains.

“I see you like art.”

“I used to be an art history professor. I very much like art, especially glass.”

He walked over to several large Stephen Powell vases. “I recognize these vessels. Is that what you call them?”

“Vessel is a good word.

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