Death by Drama by Abigail Keam

Author:Abigail Keam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Kentucky
ISBN: 9780692150511
Publisher: Worker Bee Press
Published: 2019-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

23

I knew where Zion Foley had lunch every day, so I decided that I would “casually” run into him. I walked into Stella’s Deli, ordered at the counter, paid, and looked around for a table to sit at. There was Zion, sitting in the corner by himself, eating a banana and peanut butter sandwich.

“Zion, can I join you? The other tables are taken.”

Zion looked up from his newspaper and smiled. “Well, Josiah. Fancy meeting you here. This isn’t your usual stomping ground.”

I have to confess my heart fluttered a little bit. Zion was a handsome man, and when he smiled, the sun came out. Black hair, pale blue eyes, and dimples.

“May I?”

“Sure. Let me move my things off the seat.” He moved an opened briefcase onto the floor.

“Thank you,” I said, sitting down.

A clerk called my name.

“I’ll get it,” Zion offered.

“That’s very sweet of you.”

As soon as Zion’s back was turned, I leaned over and rifled through his briefcase. I pulled up just in the nick of time.

Zion put my chicken salad sandwich and hot tea on the table, along with several napkins. “What brings you to this part of town?”

“I had a dental appointment.”

“Really? I didn’t know there were any medical offices in this area.”

“She’s new. Yep, she’s new,” I babbled, bobbing my head like a doll on a car dashboard. “But I’m glad I ran into you. Franklin’s out on bail.”

“Really? How’s he doing?”

“Not too well, Zion. Not too well.”

“Really? That’s too bad. I think the police are batty, you know?”

I wished he’d quit saying “really.” He sounded like a wind-up toy. “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know if Madison was murdered or not, but if she was, the obvious place to look would be in John’s direction.” Zion’s eyes got a little weepy.

“Really?” Oh, good Lord. Now I was saying it.

“He was awful to Madison. Didn’t love her, just used her as a bank account,” Zion said heatedly.

I must have had a surprised look on my face because Zion’s face turned red.

“Sorry. I think this affair has all of us in the drama club upset.”

He used the word “affair,” not I, so I decided to take a chance.

I reached out and patted his hand. “I know how much Madison meant to you. This must be especially hard for you.”

Zion pulled back. “What do you mean, Jo?”

“You don’t need to deny it with me. We all knew about it. None of us judged you.”

“Judged me?” Zion reared back in his chair. Oh dear, the dimples were gone. “Judged me for what?”

“Well, you know. Madison and you.”

Zion looked surprised, then angry, and finally resigned. He took a sip of his sweet tea—the official wine of the South.

“Do you think John knew?” Now, my figuring of the situation was either Zion would deny an affair, storm off appalled, and never to speak to me again, or he would relent and, feeling guilty, confess. I waited quietly. Sometimes it pays to be quiet. As they say, the next one who speaks loses the game.

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