Diamonds and Cole: Cole Sage Mystery #1 (A Cole Sage Mystery) by Micheal Maxwell

Author:Micheal Maxwell [Maxwell, Micheal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

Cole decided on a low-tech approach to finding Richard Anderson. Taking a phone book from the dresser drawer in his motel room, he turned to A. There, he saw Richard and Eloise, 2118 Meadowview Court. He jotted the address on a motel notepad and fell back across the bed, falling into a deep, exhausted sleep. The next morning he rolled into a bright shaft of light that leaked through the curtains, and awoke with a start. The cheap plastic clock on the nightstand read 9:30.

At a quarter past eleven Cole pulled up in front of the Anderson house on Meadowview. Located in an upscale development of custom homes, the lawn showed the crisp edge of being freshly cut, and the bushes were all newly trimmed, but the house nearly shouted “no one home.”

Several minutes passed after the doorbell rang out “The Entertainer” before Cole heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The large oak and stained glass door opened to reveal a large, fleshy woman. She wore a white sleeveless knit top stretched over the large stomach that protruded far past her breasts. The black shorts that stopped just above her dimpled knees weren’t the best choice to achieve the “black is always slimming” look. Her large legs ended in bare feet and toes stained from freshly mowed grass.

“Sorry I took so long. I cain’t hear the door bell in the backyard. I needed to rake. The gardener left grass all over the lawn. What a mess.” Her soft voice betrayed a Southern lilt.

“Mrs. Anderson?” Cole asked.

“Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I would like to speak with your husband if I may. Don’t worry, I’m not a salesman.” Cole turned on his best smile.

“He’s not here.” She said unfazed by the smile. Her tone turned cautious and unfriendly.

“Oh, okay.” Cole scrambled for an approach.”Will he be back soon? A friend said he might be interested in buying my wife’s car. Original ‘65 Mustang; it’s a cutie, belonged to her mom. The original little ol’ lady who only drove it to church and the grocery store. My wife wants one of those big ol’ SUV things.” Cole pointed to his own vehicle.” That’s a rental, mine’s in the shop.”

“Richard is uh, he uh...” Her eyes filled with tears.

“He’s gone, isn’t he,” Cole said softly. “Look, I’m not here about a car. Can we chat a minute?”

“Are you a policeman?”

“No, just trying to get some information before somebody gets in trouble.”

Eloise Anderson lifted her chin and looked deeply into Cole’s eyes. “You’re not a con are you.” She offered this as a statement more than a question.

“No, I work for the The Sentinel in Chicago.” Cole knew the truth would be his best bet.

“Guess you better come in out of the sun.” She opened the door wide and stepped back. “I’ll get us some lemonade. We can talk in here.” She pointed to a large, high-beamed room.

The room, as well as its furnishings, was very large. Heavy, overstuffed leather sofas lined the walls and a floor-to-ceiling fireplace dominated the far corner.

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