Demise in Denim by Duffy Brown

Author:Duffy Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2015-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I LEFT a twenty on the table and gave a wave to GracieAnn. Auntie KiKi, BW, and I made for the front door of the Cakery Bakery. When we got outside, Deckard’s cruiser was still parked at the curb.

“That man’s nothing but trouble,” I said to KiKi as I smiled at Deckard. He wasn’t the only one who could fake it. The fearsome threesome casually strolled along, the cruiser following us. We turned onto Barnard, where KiKi had left the Batmobile. BW jumped in the back and KiKi and I climbed in the front, just two ladies and a pup out for breakfast. Oh, if only that were true.

KiKi brought the car to life, casually blended into the flow of morning traffic, and then turned to me. “If you don’t tell me right now what was in that note, I’m throwing you out at the next stoplight and running you over flat. I’m dying here, honey! What’s going on?”

“It said Follow the money, and there was a phone number.”

“Saints in heaven, tell me you remember the number before you choked it down.”

“Of course I remember.” Maybe. “I think the three was before the four, or was it after the five?”

KiKi stopped to let a band of happy tourists plus leader cross East Oglethorpe to get to the Colonial Park Cemetery. “You got to be kidding. This is important. James Bond always remembered that kind of stuff.”

“Do I look like James Bond? And I was under a lot of stress, and I bet Bond never had to eat the evidence, now did he? Just give me your phone and I’ll try some combinations.”

“The way things are going, you’ll probably get through to China and I’ll get nailed with roaming charges.” KiKi harrumphed and forked over her iPhone. I punched in the numbers, then hung up.

“Well?” KiKi asked.

“Main menu for the Savannah Chatham County public school system.”

“Sweet mother save us all,” KiKi muttered under her breath as I punched in another combination. I apologized for having the wrong number, then hung up. “Car Spa over on Jeff . . . Wait a minute.” I hit redial and Jimmy at Car Spa answered again. “This is Reagan Summerside and—”

“Bring in the Chevy tomorrow at noon and we’ll take care of it.” The line went dead.

“What was that all about?” KiKi asked as I stared at the phone in my hand.

“Boone’s closer than we think. The number was to have the Chevy cleaned. Chantilly and I sort of spilled barbecue in the trunk when making a delivery and—”

“And Walker knew about it and made plans to have it cleaned up even on a Sunday? That makes sense; a man’s gotta take care of his ride, now doesn’t he?”

KiKi pulled into her driveway and I didn’t get out. Instead I folded my arms. “You’re not surprised.” I looked KiKi dead in the eyes. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“And you wouldn’t tell me if you did.”

“There is that.” KiKi framed my face with her hands.

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