Mid-Century Modern Murder (A Flamingo Realty Mystery Book 5) by CeeCee James

Author:CeeCee James [James, CeeCee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

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Dad and I finished our conversation with a promise to talk again soon, and then I called Oscar. With Dad withholding from me until we could sit face to face, I had to get this dinner planned. It was time to rip the bandaid off if we were ever going to move forward.

Oscar was in his usually cheerful mood when he answered. “Now what?”

“You haven’t set up a time for dinner, yet.” While I waited for him to answer, I plinked on my phone for more information about Mom’s arrest.

He didn’t answer, choosing to give a huffy sniff instead.

I found the police officer’s name who was there that night at Mason’s Corner. Harvey Clegg. In fact, he was one of the witnesses against my mom. I wondered if I could get him to talk with me. I copied the name and pasted it in the search bar.

“Remember, I’m coming over to help,” I pushed gently. In the background, I heard Peanut barking. “What’s gotten into her?”

“Cecelia’s showed up,” he growled.

“Ohh, Cecelia,” I teased.

“Whatever. Just tell me what time. Make it early because I want to be in bed by seven.”

“How about tomorrow at four? Let’s just get it over with, especially since I don’t know how long Dad’s going to be here. Does that sound good?”

“Like I have a choice.” He hung up on me.

I stared at the phone in shock. He could be rude, but he’d never hung up on me before. Then I realized it was a sign he was really stressed. After all, this was the first time he’d be seeing his sons in twenty years. He probably felt like he had no control. Maybe hanging up was his only way to exercise what little bit of control he still had. I decided not to take it personally, to let him have this win.

I sent a group text to both Uncle Chris and my dad to invite them to dinner at Oscar’s house. I have to admit, I was nervous myself. I just wanted my voice and thoughts to be heard, and not be shoved into the corner like I was some little girl. I wasn’t sure at all how this was going to work out, but I guess the time had come for me to prove I was all grown up now. I needed answers, and I was going to get them.

In the meantime, I read what information the search engine brought up about the police officer. He had retired, that was no surprise. Of course, there was the ever-present ad that offered to give me his home phone number and address if I would just pay a small fee. I rolled my eyes. There had to be another way.

I kept scrolling through the lists. Wait, what was this? There was his name and the words, “Lucky Pub Winner!” Might be something.

The article was short and sweet and read more like an advertisement. Jamison’s lucky pub winner, Harvey Clegg, guessed the correct number in the hot-shot-pot contest! He won fifteen thousand dollars.

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