Murder at the Art Gallery by Eleanor Kittering

Author:Eleanor Kittering [Kittering, Eleanor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The day of the funeral I woke up early, not having been able to sleep well. I had a lot of things on my mind and the discoveries of the last couple of days had kept me awake. Roger rubbed himself against my legs as I walked. I figured I'd better feed him before I became distracted.

However, it's hard to forget to feed a hungry cat. They have ways of reminding you and if they don't get you the first time, the second, third, fourth or fifth reminder will alert you to the fact that you haven't fed them. Cats are good like that. For me, it was just great to have a kitty in the house and Roger was turning out to be a very affectionate cat with very little maintenance.

Before heading to work, I got all my information in order. I had all the names of people that Harold had contacted. They said it was okay for me to reach out to them about David, including the Nasty guy. Although I didn't look forward to any confrontations, maybe this nasty guy had something serious against David. Maybe it was more than just rivalry. Maybe David had done something underhanded to him and he was still angry about it.

I went on Facebook to see what these people looked like. I couldn't possibly remember everybody but I figured Harold would fill me in on who I had missed.

So far, my “investigation”, if you could call it that, had turned up things that weren't very flattering about David and basically, showed him in a way that I would never imagine David to be. Maybe one of these people could shed a little light as to what happened to David.

Also, I might learn if there really had been a secret boyfriend or that was just a ruse, as Harold said, to make Harold jealous. This certainly was not the job I had signed up for. I just wanted to do something to remember my friend, something that would have had positive impact on his legacy. And to prove to myself that he didn't commit suicide, that this whole suicide thing was a mistake that I was sure I could clear up. Now, I wasn't so sure. I hated uncertainty, and I just didn't know what was going on.

JiIl called to ask if I had any more material for the fan page. I told her maybe after the funeral, the former clients were a no go and that I would tell her the story later, while I was at work. I told Bernard that the funeral was today and he said that he might not be able to make it because of some prior engagements. That sounded like a poor excuse to me, but I didn't want to push it since he had agreed to do the showing and to give a brief memorial presentation. You have to pick your battles.

Besides, the funeral had taken on a whole new meaning to me. I had to see if any of the people attending could have been someone that wanted David dead.

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