Murder, Trouble & Family by Marianne Spitzer

Author:Marianne Spitzer [Spitzer, Marianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marianne Spitzer
Published: 2015-06-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I spent a quiet evening watching a couple of movies I saved on my DVR. Just before bed, I received a text from Clark and an e-mail from Laci. Clark was worried but knew I didn’t cause the situation today. Laci claimed she needed to study, and we’d have to skip our video chat tomorrow. She’s still angry about Clark and me. Feeling alone, I grabbed Yummy and headed for bed. Yummy still loved to try and share more than half of my pillow. After a bit of arranging and rearranging, we settled in, and I fell asleep.

My alarm woke me, and I felt happy I slept through an entire night without interruption. I stretched and yawned. Yummy licked my nose. It was time to get up.

I saw Aunt Irene and Lyle having coffee on her picnic table again.

“Good morning,” I said as I placed Yummy in the fenced puppy run.

“Morning,” they both replied.

“Aunt Irene?” She looked up at me. “Do you want to go out to lunch after church?”

We always went out after Sunday services.

“Of course, Lyle is going home for a while today to check on his house.”

“Yup,” He said and sipped his coffee. “There are some people coming this week to explain services to help me keep my home. I want the place to look good. My daughter still won’t talk to me and my son mentioned getting a lawyer. I need to know my rights.” He pounded his fist on the picnic table. “This is my life.”

Aunt Irene nodded. “Annie, remember this. Don’t ever try and put me away.”

I put my hands up in front of me. “Never. I know better than to try.”

Lyle laughed.

“I’m going in to shower and get dressed.”

Aunt Irene answered, “I’ll get ready as soon as I drive Lyle home.”

I grabbed Yummy and headed for the house. I entered just in time to hear the answering machine pick up. The same voice Georgie and I heard yesterday at the mansion blared from my machine.

“You escaped yesterday. Next time you won’t be as lucky.”

I dialed 911.

Within a few minutes, Deputy Carolyn Dawlins arrived. She placed my phone and answering machine in a plastic evidence bag.

She said, “It’ll be returned to you as soon as the techs copy the voice file and photograph the Caller ID. It shouldn’t take long. They’ll call your cell, and you can pick it up at the station. Are you doing okay after yesterday?”

I picked up my coffee pot. “Yeah, I’m okay. Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”

“I’d like that,” she answered and took a seat at my table.

We chatted a while and then she received a call. She had to leave but reminded me to be careful.

~ * ~

After church and an enjoyable lunch with Aunt Irene, I decided to head over to the bookstore. I don’t usually go into the store on Sunday, but I had work to do since I spent most of yesterday at the mansion. I love living in a small town.

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