Thanksgiving by the Sea (Haunting by the Sea Book 5) by Kathi Daley

Author:Kathi Daley [Daley, Kathi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathi Daley Books
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Later that day, I received a call on my cell from a woman who claimed to have some information I might be interested in relating to the shooting of the social worker and the children I was currently harboring in my home. I informed her that I was not the one investigating the shooting and that she should call Woody. Then she informed me that she didn’t want to speak to the cops, and would just keep what she knew to herself unless I was willing to meet with her. I asked her how she had gotten my name and number, and she replied that she’d seen me at the hospital and inquired about me. Once she had my name, she claimed to have looked up my cell number. Here’s the thing. Very few people have my cell number now that Donovan has provided me with a secure burner phone. In fact, other than Mom, Mac, Trevor, Woody, and Donovan, of course, I’d only given the number to a handful of friends who might need to reach me. I’d also given it to Carmen Rosewood. I knew that the woman on the phone could not have looked the number up and must have gotten it from one of the ten or so people who had the number, but why, if she had gotten the number from someone I knew and trusted, hadn’t she simply said so.

I figured there was a good chance the call was either bogus, or worse, a trap of some sort, but I’d always been the curious sort, so against my better judgment, I found myself agreeing to meet the woman at a location we’d both agreed on. She’d wanted me to come alone, and I’d wanted to meet somewhere public, so we’d decided on the bench in front of the gazebo in the park. It seemed like a safe enough place to chat.

Trevor had taken the two older kids down to the beach while the younger two napped, and Mom was still in the kitchen working on her pies, so it was easy enough to slip out with only a vague mention of running into town and being back shortly.

When I arrived at the park, I found a woman wearing a dark blue coat, just as she’d mentioned she would. I sat down next to her.

“I’m Amanda,” I said.

“Gloria.”

“You said you had information for me.”

She nodded. “I live two doors down from the Jenkins family. I work a lot of hours, as do most of the folks who live in the neighborhood, but sometimes I poke my head in and check on the kids if I know they are alone. I don’t know the kid’s parents well. They really aren’t around all that much, but I have chatted with them from time to time, and they seem nice enough. I felt bad when the social worker got involved. I know how hard it is to make a living in this town, and I felt like everyone involved was just doing the best they could.

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