Easy as One Two Three (A Flap Tucker Mystery) by Phillip Depoy

Author:Phillip Depoy [Depoy, Phillip]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Endeavour Press
Published: 2015-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

17. Wildflowers

David had his old pickup truck out front of Miss Nina’s. We climbed in, Dally in the middle. The front seat was bigger than a sofa. We actually had space in between each other.

Once we were rolling, I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Officer Duffie thinks Wicher kidnapped Ginny.”

Dally cracked up. “I was wondering how long you’d last in the confidential-case department.”

I let her laugh. “Well, you’ve got to admit …”

She wouldn’t hear of it. “I’ve got to admit nothing, pal. We both had an idea that Wicher was whacked.”

David was very calm. “Sydney’s just a lonely old man. He’s not even completely in this reality. He’s got one foot in another world.”

Dally beat me to the obvious question. “Huh?”

He went right on driving. “That’s why he talks to his dead wife. I believe he actually sees her. I believe she’s actually there. Waiting just outside the normal plane.”

My turn. “Waiting?”

He spoke softly. “For him to join her. Then they’ll move on. They were very close. When he passes on, it’ll be a happy day in many respects.”

Dally was impatient with the whole premise. “Okay. Whatever. Back to Ginny.”

I picked up. “Right. Ginny’s out there on her own. And she wants to be. She’s not lost at all. Get this: The McDonners own that property up where the tree house is.”

She turned my way. “Get out.”

“Plays up there all the time. Knows it well.”

“Jesus.”

David made with the stern face. “I hope that’s the beginning of a prayer, Ms. Oglethorpe, and not merely an exclamation.”

She turned back to him. “Just an expression. I’m very comfortable with the major figure of my culture’s primary religion. We’re on a first-name basis. He calls me Dally, I call him —”

I rammed in. “The point is, Ginny’s not lost.”

That stopped everything. Even the truck slowed down a little.

I went on. “She just doesn’t want to come home, it would appear.”

Dally looked out the window. “Wow.” Back at me. “How come?”

“Could have something to do with why the McDonners own the property. They’re related to the family that used to own it. The Little Girl of Lost Pines? Her mother was a Day.”

David, bless his soul, could tell it was significant, but he didn’t get it. “Why does that mean something?”

I answered. “Lot of people think that little Christy, the ghost of —”

He moved me on. “I’m familiar with that story.”

“Right. Lot of people believe that her father was abusive. Maybe it runs in the family. I’ve read that it does.”

“Isn’t it about time to” — Dally nudged me — “you know … do the thing?”

I was embarrassed. “Yeah. I guess.”

David wanted to know. “What thing?”

Dally spoke for me, even though I was kind of wishing she wouldn’t. She knew I didn’t really like sharing the idea with all that many people. I couldn’t figure why she was so willing to spill to David.

“See, he goes into something of a trance. He kind of learned it when he was a kid. In the dream or trance or whatever it is, he sees everything.

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