Ditched 4 Murder by J. C. Eaton

Author:J. C. Eaton [Eaton, J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781496708571
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

I’ll say one thing about my morning escapade with Aunt Ina—it sure woke me up. I felt as if I’d swallowed an entire case of energy drinks without having the sudden urge to find a restroom. I couldn’t wait to see what those IOUs said. Maybe they held a clue to Louis’s whereabouts.

Nate hadn’t arrived in the office yet, and Augusta wasn’t due for an hour or two. I turned on the lights, booted up my computer, and switched on the copy machine before turning my attention to my iPhone. The image wasn’t the greatest, but I could see all but one of the IOUs was written on a notepad from the Emerald Cruise Lines. Not very official looking. Not that I would know anything about gambling markers or IOUs. But shouldn’t those things be notarized? I looked closer.

No notaries, but each IOU had the same witness, and that meant the two deaths on the rocks had to be linked. I was dying to tell Nate what I had discovered but he’d sent me an e-mail stating he wouldn’t be in until later. It was frustrating to be stuck at my desk when I was on the verge of figuring out who was responsible for Roland’s and Theodore’s deaths. Something else was bothering me as well.

If Louis Melinsky took the time to leave Julien Rossier a message about the wedding pastries, then what about Saveur de Evangeline and Feltons’ Pavilions, Tents, and Awnings? Maybe they received messages as well.

Staff was bound to be at Saveur de Evangeline, but I wasn’t so sure they’d be answering the phone. It was too early for the lunch hour, and reservations, as I found out, were handled by a separate automated line. I decided to pay Sebastian a visit when I got out of work. That left “the dreadful tent company,” a reference I’d started to use as well. I lifted the receiver and placed the call.

“Yeah, Everett here at Feltons’ Pavilions, Tents, and Awnings. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Mr. Felton. This is Phee Kimball. I was in the other day to pick out the fabric for my aunt Ina’s wedding.”

“Oh yeah. The rock ditch affair at the White Tanks. Sure gave my brother a scare. Dead body and all. He was so shook up he left work early that day and didn’t bother to get his butt in here till the next afternoon. Probably drank himself silly. So, like I said, what can I do for you?”

“Um, actually . . . I was wondering if by any chance Mr. Melinsky called you recently to confirm the pavilion.”

“Nope. No calls. He paid the whole shebang, though. Got the money transfer yesterday. So we’re all set, right?”

“Yes. We’re fine.”

“Good. Jake’s gonna get back in touch with you a week or so before. Gotta make sure the setup is what you want.”

Suddenly I had the opening I was looking for—a way to find out what had happened between “the tent people” and Roland LeDoux.

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