My Crazy Cousin Courtney by Judi Miller

Author:Judi Miller [Miller, Judi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crazy, Beverly Hills, Adventures, Coming of Age, New York, Judi Miller, Courtney, Cousin, Tiffany's
Publisher: WoolysWagon ePublishing
Published: 2012-06-27T06:17:44+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Courtney pushed the buzzer and we waited. A very attractive blond woman answered the door.

“Is Frank home?” Courtney asked.

“You must be Courtney and Cathy, from 6F. My name is Ruth Phillips–I’m Frank’s grandmother. I just moved in a week ago.”

Courtney and I each shook her hand, and I noticed her nails were long and tapered with glossy dark pink polish. Then it hit me she probably wasn’t that much older than my mom. She sure didn’t look old enough to be anyone’s grandmother.

Frank was lying back in a recliner, watching TV when we went into the room. He sat up when he saw us.

“Would you like a soft drink?” Frank’s grandmother asked us.

“Well, we were going to invite you over to our place to, um, have some ice cream,” said Courtney.

Fast thinking, Courtney, I thought.

“Well we were just going to have dinner,” Frank said.

“Did I say ice cream?” Courtney said. “How stupid of me, of course. I meant iced tea. We made some mint herbal iced tea.”

Quick thinking, Courtney, I thought. His grandmother declined, but Frank followed us back to our apartment and I held my breath as Courtney took him right into our bedroom.

“You keep the iced tea in the bedroom?” Frank asked. He was standing in a smallish room with two beds, one dresser, one fan, one foot locker and six suitcases.

“Listen, Frank,” Courtney said. “This is serious. There’s been a murder. We were looking through these binoculars and saw the whole thing. We don’t know what to do.”

We gave Frank the binoculars and he looked through the window to the apartment across the street.

“I don’t see anything but a laundry bag,” he said.

Courtney screamed, jumping up and down. “The corpse is in the laundry bag!”

“We saw a man–he’s tall and slim with longish blond hair, but we’ve only seen his face in profile–go in and shoot this lady and then stuff her body into a laundry bag before he left!” I shouted.

“Through the binoculars?”

“Yes!” we shouted together.

Frank looked around. “Let me think this over,” He said. “Hey, are your parents in the luggage business?” he asked suddenly.

I blushed. I had never had a boy in my room before.

Courtney shrugged. “I didn’t unpack yet.”

“Tell me again, Cathy, what happened?” Frank said. He asked me because he knew I was the sane one. I was like him. I felt he liked me.

“Well,” I said, my voice slightly high at first. “Courtney picked up the binoculars to fool around and she saw this man and woman, and they kind of had a fight. When we looked again today the man came back and shot her and stuffed her body into that laundry bag.”

Frank nodded. Finally he spoke. “There’s nothing you can do until the murderer returns to the scene of the crime.”

“But we’re at camp all day. How will we know when he returns? Also, we’ve never seen his face–we may not recognize him,” I said.

“The thing of it is you really don’t have enough evidence to go to the police yet.

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