Murder with Macaroni and Cheese (A Mahalia Watkins Mystery) by A.L. Herbert

Author:A.L. Herbert [Herbert, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

“You took her keys?!”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad.”

I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. “Why . . . why did you take her keys, Wavonne?”

“I thought . . . I thought maybe I could go back at some point . . . I mean, she’s got no use for all those fancy shoes and handbags.”

“You were going to break into her house and steal her shoes and purses?!”

“I don’t know if I would have actually done it, Halia. I guess I just wanted the option. And, we’ve had this discussion before. She’s dead. It ain’t stealin’ if she’s dead. She’s got no use for any of that stuff.”

“Unbelievable!”

“She just had such nice things, Halia. I’m so over cheap stuff—dresses that rip when I bend over. I’m tired of Gussini and Plato’s Closet and Ross Dress for Freakin’ Less . . . and being the only black girl shoppin’ at Latina Fashion.”

“Then I suggest you save up some money so you can buy, rather than steal, some nice clothes.”

“I wasn’t goin to take any clothes . . . I couldn’t fit all this into those outfits made for her short weeble-wobble body. But what’s the harm in helping myself to a pair of Ferragamo shoes . . . or maybe a Michael Kors bag?”

“I know . . . let’s just show up with a moving van and help ourselves to the whole lot . . . the shoes, the purses, the belts, her jewelry . . . hell, let’s take the furniture . . . maybe the food from the kitchen, too. She’s dead. What does she need with any of it?”

“All right, all right . . . pump your brakes, Halia. I was just talkin’ about an item or two, and I probably wasn’t goin’ to do it anyway.”

“Just give me those.” I grab the keys from Wavonne.

“What are you goin’ to do with them?”

“I don’t know.” I hesitate for a moment. “I guess we should take them back . . . put them back where you found them. And if we take a moment to look around while we’re there, then so be it. Michael said Terrence wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so if we’re going to do it, we better do it now.”

We step out of the elevator, and I call Laura at Sweet Tea to see how things are going and let her know that Wavonne and I will be further delayed. Laura assures me that she has things under control, so Wavonne and I return to my van and head back over to Raynell’s.

“Here.” I hand Wavonne the keychain and continue to drive while digging through my purse with one hand for a Wet-Nap and a tissue. I eventually find both and hand them to Wavonne. “Hold them with the tissue and wipe them down to get any fingerprints off of them.”

I’m hoping that, just maybe, the police are still there when we reach the house, so we can

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