Having a Great Crime- Wish You Were Here by Marja McGraw

Author:Marja McGraw [McGraw, Marja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Cozy, Murder, Murder Investigation, Amateur Sleuth, Ghosts, Cozy, PI, Private Investigator, Los Angeles, California, Hauntings, Washington (State)
ISBN: 9781539195016
Amazon: 1539195015
Barnesnoble: 1539195015
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2016-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-three

“Did Kimberly say when the bank was robbed?” I asked.

“Eighteen ninety-eight. Bonnie was murdered in 1936. If the robber was in his twenties when they robbed the bank, then he would have been around forty, give or take.”

I thought about the whole idea. “Could the two crimes really be related to each other? Honestly, it doesn’t seem likely.”

“Yeah, we’re jumping to conclusions, and that’s not was I was trained to do.” Pete had just put on his cop persona again, even though he wasn’t a cop anymore.

“One thing we need to remember is that Bonnie was a famous actress. She could have had a crazy Number One Fan who followed her to Washington. I wonder if there’s any possibility that the movie studio has old fan letters in their archives. I doubt it, but it’s worth looking into.” There wasn’t really any doubt in my mind that letters like I was thinking of were long gone. I was grasping at straws again.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and put my index finger to my lips, motioning Pete to be quiet. As I grabbed his arm to pull him into our room, I saw Gloria at the top of the steps.

She smiled at me. “Your husband was sure in a hurry when he ran inside. Something up?”

I laughed convincingly, becoming an actress in my own right. “We’re newlyweds, remember? On our second honeymoon. He was just anxious to see me.”

I closed the door and locked it. Before talking to Pete, I put my ear to the door. At first I didn’t hear anything and I figured Gloria was trying to hear our conversation. I was right. After a moment I heard her retreating footsteps. She must have given up and gone back downstairs.

“Did you tell Stan to take his bundle to the back door?”

Pete grimaced. “No. I didn’t think about it. I’ll take care of that right now.”

He unlocked the door and hurried downstairs.

I followed, after carefully placing the papers back in the broken box and locking the door. I didn’t want anyone snooping and finding Bonnie’s papers.

By the time I got downstairs, Pete had finagled things so that Gloria’s back was to the front door. He was showing her something with one hand while signaling Stanley to change his course away from the porch with the other hand.

Felicity saw what Pete was doing and pulled her husband toward the back door.

I sighed in relief. It was bad enough that Gloria knew about Bonnie, but if she knew there was a treasure, too, she’d be all over the rest of us, trying to horn in.

Pete held his hand out and Gloria studied whatever he held.

“You and your husband ought to check out the lake,” he was saying. “I found this buried on the shore.”

Huh?

Gloria hurried off to find her husband, and Pete had a silly grin on his face.

“What’d you show her?” I asked.

“You know I kept one of the coins you found a few years ago. Didn’t you know I carry it around with me as a reminder?”

“I’d forgotten about that.

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