See Something by Carol J. Perry

Author:Carol J. Perry [Perry, Carol J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2021-02-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

We enjoyed one of our favorite seafood meals, and lingered over coffee. When Pete reached for the check, I objected. “We said we were going dutch tonight. Half of that is mine.” I opened the purse and reached inside for my wallet. “Hey. What’s this?” I’d pulled a colorful business card from the cross-body I’d loaned to Emily. I held the thing up between thumb and forefinger.

“What is it?” Pete asked.

“A business card from a real estate agent. Emily must have left it in here.” I peered into the open purse, extracting my wallet. “It’s not mine.”

“May I see it?”

“Sure.” I handed it to him.

“ ‘Alfred J. Pridholm,’ ” he read aloud. “ ‘Specializing in waterfront properties.’ Ever heard of him?”

“Nope. Must be somebody Emily knows. Or, more likely, somebody she was investigating.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” he said. “Mind if I hold on to this?”

“It’s all yours,” I said. “Did you get a chance to go over those lists I gave you?”

“They didn’t add up to anything for me, but I think they’re worth studying some more. I handed them over to our forensic accountant to check further. Maybe O’Ryan was right about them though.”

“Maybe. Speaking of accounting, how much is my half of the check?”

He slipped the business card into his breast pocket. “Since you bought breakfast, how about I get this one and you do the tip?”

“Good deal,” I said, slipping the appropriate bills under my coffee mug. “It’s still pretty early. The Angels meeting might still be going on. Want to crash their party and see if they’ve come up with anything?”

“You said they were talking about real estate people?” He patted his pocket. “People who were involved in whatever Emily was investigating?”

“Yep. Let’s go.” Like a couple of conspirators plotting a spy mission, we headed home to casually “drop in” on the Angels meeting. We decided to first do a quick drive-by on Winter Street just to see if the Mazda might be there. It wasn’t, so we drove around the block to Oliver Street. Louisa’s car was still in the driveway and Pete pulled the Crown Vic in beside it.

“Maybe we should have brought ice cream,” I whispered as we approached the back steps where O’Ryan waited for us. As soon as I opened the door, the cat darted ahead of us into the hall.

“Too late now,” Pete said. “Anyway, if O’Ryan did his usual racing-through-the-cat-door act, they already know we’re here.” He tapped on the kitchen door. “I hope this is locked.”

“Who is it?” my aunt called.

“It’s me, Aunt Ibby,” I answered. “Pete is here too.” We heard the lock click open.

“Come in, come in,” she said. “We’ve been so busy. Wait until you see all we’ve uncovered.”

Louisa, Betsy, and my aunt, beaming like kids who knew they’d aced a final exam, invited us to join them at the round oak table where a manuscript-sized stack of paper was neatly centered.

“Looks like you’ve been working hard,” I said. “What’s all this?” I pointed to the paper pile.

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