The Case of the Stolen Memories by Deborah Sprinkle

Author:Deborah Sprinkle [Sprinkle, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scrivenings Press LLC
Published: 2024-08-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Mac closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He was gone. No harm done. “I’m okay. I’ll tell you when I get there.” She pressed the hang up button on her steering wheel and turned right on West Third.

At the office, Miss P met her at the door with a cup of hot tea.

“Is this more of your lemon balm tea?” Mac chuckled.

“Yes, I made it special for you.” The older woman peered at her over the rim of her glasses.

“Thank you.” Chastened, she dropped her purse on a chair and took an appreciative sip of the warm beverage.

“Are you going to tell us what happened to you this morning?” Sam stood in her doorway, arms folded across her chest.

“A red sedan’s been showing up at the museum and the park the last couple of days. Last night, I saw it parked across from my house.”

“A blue van and now a red sedan?”

“I know. Crazy.” Mac sank into her chair. “This morning, I was at the stop sign at Third Street when the car barreled down on me out of nowhere. It was so fast, I didn’t have time to react.”

“I didn’t hear a collision.”

“He managed to stop two inches from my bumper.” The remarkable incident replayed in her mind.

“Did you get a look at the driver?”

Mac shook her head. “He did a reverse one-eighty so fast I didn’t get the chance. Besides, his windows were tinted.”

“Why would he pull a stunt like that?” Sam slapped her hand on the table. “It makes no sense.”

“I believe he wants to make sure he has your attention.” Miss P tented what were once elegant fingers in front of her face. “But why he wishes for you to notice his automobile is beyond me.”

“Maybe it’s another clue.” Sam opened her computer.

“I hate ambiguous clues.” Mac opened her notepad to a clean page. “But let’s see what we’ve got so far.”

“Here’s the note left on my windshield.” Sam handed the baggie to Mac.

“Time is of the essence. You must HURRY.” It seemed he wanted them to focus on the word hurry. But why?

“It occurs to me another word for hurry is rush,” Miss P said. “Might that be what is intended here?”

“As in David Rush? Have either of you had time to do any research on him?”

“I have.” Miss P pulled a folder over from a stack next to her. “And I found a few things worth noting.” Her lips moved silently as she found what she wanted on the paper in front of her. “Before arriving back in Washington, there is a two-year gap in information available about Mr. Rush.”

Mac furrowed her brow. “Did he go overseas?”

“I checked the foreign media. No sign of him there either.” She passed the paper across the table to Mac. “As you can see, before, there is a plethora of information available about him and his career. I believe the man went to every gala and gave interviews to every reporter in New York City in the years before he dropped out of sight.

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