Murder Talks Turkey

Author:Deb Baker [Baker, Deb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery Fiction, Mystery, Grandmothers, Upper Peninsula (Mich.), Johnson; Gertie (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9781463514747
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2007-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Word For The Day

CREDULITY (kruh DOO’ luh tee) n.

A tendency to believe too readily, especially with little or no proof.

THE ONLY CONSTANT IN MY life early Monday morning was my dog and my word for the day, which I had made up ahead of time and found in one of my pants pockets. I’d lost my home, my family and my new significant other, who I had advised to stay away from me. All lost because of one impulsive, foolish escape act. I should have stayed where I was and talked my way out of jail instead of running like a coward.

Looking around my dilapidated hideout, I couldn’t see what had attracted me to this kind of life. The romance had gone out of the idea as soon as I found myself homeless.

I have to stop impulsively seizing moments.

But I still had my word—credulity.

Angie Gates was hiding something, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what it was. After my partners and I had left Herb’s bar, I’d driven down the road and parked. Sure enough, a car pulled into the bar’s parking lot ten minutes later and Angie had driven off in the passenger seat of a small dark sedan. I caught a glimpse of the woman who picked her up.

So much for Angie’s story of leaving her car at a gas station and hitchhiking to Stonely. What a lie! How many others had she told me?

Today I intended to find out.

Kitty, lying next to me in the double bed, woke up slowly, groaning, and stretching. I flung off the covers, let Fred outside, and started coffee in the miniature-sized kitchen. The coffee gurgled and filled the trailer with wonderful aroma while I dressed in sweat pants, T-shirt, sweatshirt, and sneakers.

Last night we had tailed Angie and the driver to a house in Gladstone. Today we would stake out her hiding place and renew our investigation of Tony Lento.

I poured two cups of coffee, let Fred back in to eat his breakfast, and nudged Kitty awake. “Get up,” I said. “You can sleep later.”

“Tony Lento,” she said after sitting down at the table. “Angie’s accusing one of Stonely’s most prominent citizens of grand theft. We better reserve judgment until we have some proof.”

“I caught him cheating on Lyla. That’s not very upstanding.”

“Depends on what’s standing up,” Kitty said, chuckling.

I sipped coffee, feeling my body respond to the warmth of the liquid gold and its caffeine blast. Angie Gates had dropped a bombshell on me last night. Tony Lento, she said, was in the perfect position to steal from the credit union.

“How so?” I’d asked.

“He’s the accountant.”

Well, of course, I knew Tony was an accountant since that was the main reason we had to follow him far and wide all over Tamarack County. He usually handled small businesses. His accounts were spread out. But I hadn’t tipped to his connection with the credit union.

Sue did the bookkeeping, Angie explained, Tony took the financial information forward from there.

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