The Unexpected Heiress (A Nick Williams Mystery Book 1) by Butterfield Frank W

Author:Butterfield, Frank W. [Butterfield, Frank W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

777 Bush Street

Friday, May 15, 1953

Just past 1 in the afternoon

I jumped up after I put the phone down and grabbed my hat. I realized I didn't have my gun and, more importantly, I had no idea where Janet lived.

As I was walking out I gave Marnie some instructions.

"Call St. Mary's and tell them you're following up on some of the details about Janet Williams. Tell them you're calling from Dr. Williams' office."

"Uh huh."

"I need to find out what address they have on file with her. If they don't have it or won't give it, call the county tax assessor and ask them. Promise anything to anyone. No amount of money is too high. I need that address. And I need it now."

"But where will I get in touch with you, Nick?"

"I'm going home to get my gun. Also, call the firehouse and ask around for Carter. He had his suit on this morning, so I don't know where he was going. But tell him what I'm doing. Under no circumstances are you to leave a message with anyone about any of this, got it?"

"Sure, Nick. You sure are fired up."

"I'm pretty sure the reason why Janet was murdered is in her house. I just hope I get to it before anyone else does. One other... no... two other things."

"What's that, Nick?"

"Call Mike and tell him what I'm doing. Do that first. Then call him back with the address as soon as you have it. And, if you track down Carter in time, give it to him as well. I want as many people as possible to know what I'm doing. And here's the last thing."

"What's that?"

"Do not tell my father, under any circumstances, anything about anything. Got that? If he calls, I'm not in. You haven't seen me. You don't know nothing."

"Got it. Be careful, Nick."

"I'm sure I'm worrying about nothing, but just in case..."

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then I was out of there. I flew down the stairs and jumped into the Buick and was off.

. . .

When I got home, I found my gun and holster and strapped them on under my right arm. I called Marnie and was happy I did.

"I got it, Nick. No problem. The lady at the hospital was real sweet. Tell me when you're ready for the address."

I had a pencil and pad by the phone. When she told me, I whistled. "I know Nick, right?"

I said, "Twenty thousand bucks can buy a lot of house in this town."

"Wow, Nick."

"Remember. Tell Mike and Carter as soon as you can. Don't tell my father. Got it?"

"Got it."

"You're a doll." I dropped the receiver and ran out the door.

As I drove up Stanyan and passed St. Mary's where I'd last seen Janet, I could feel some of the sadness come back. I'd been doing pretty good since Monday, laying low and nursing the hurt. But this was like re-opening the wound.

The Buick took the hills pretty well. Soon I was over by the Presidio.

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