Secret Sisters by Tristi Pinkston

Author:Tristi Pinkston [Pinkston, Tristi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781484091111
Published: 2014-03-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Thank goodness you all came,” Ida Mae told her counselors after dinner. “Ren’s been home for an hour, and he won’t tell me anything.”

“Good for you, boy,” Arlette said. “No fair spilling the beans without everyone here.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Ren said.

Ida Mae wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Ren and Arlette ganging up on her. “Now, on to business,” she said. “Ren, the floor is yours.”

“I have two things to report,” he said. “First, I followed Nick today. He left his house and drove into Salt Lake, stopping at the McDonald’s on the outskirts of town. He ordered, I believe, a breakfast muffin.”

“I bet it had meat on it,” Arlette said.

“I bet it did too,” Ren said. “After McDonald’s, he drove to a warehouse a few blocks away. He spent the day driving a forklift in and out of the building. Sometimes it had pallets on it, and sometimes not. It looked like a pretty normal work day to me. He took a break around noon and ate from a lunch pail in his truck. Then he drove the fork lift until around four this afternoon. From what I could tell by glancing through the bay doors, he then worked for half an hour in the shipping department, putting containers in cardboard boxes and covering them with packing peanuts. He came home by way of the grocery store. I stayed in the car, but it looked like he bought milk.”

“That’s so . . . unsuspicious,” Tansy said, disappointment on her face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But there’s more.”

Tansy immediately perked up. “What?”

“Most of the cars in the employee lot were trucks or economy vehicles. All except for one.”

“A black Jaguar,” Arlette inserted.

Ren threw her an admiring glance. “That’s right. There was a black Jaguar parked right by the loading dock.”

“Could you tell if it was the same car?” Ida Mae asked.

“There weren’t any distinguishing marks on it, so I can’t say for sure. But I did get the license plate number.”

“It didn’t have mud on the plates?” Tansy asked.

“No, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the same one. He could easily have taken it through a car wash.”

They all sat in silence for a minute, Ida Mae transcribing the new information onto her chart.

“I don’t suppose any of you have a friend who works for the DMV?” she asked. Everyone shook their heads.

“I did a big favor for the DMV when I got Earl to stop driving,” Tansy said. “They sent me a Christmas ham that year.”

“Ren, who owns the warehouse?” Ida Mae asked.

“It belongs to the Baby Mine company.”

Ida Mae jotted that down. “So, what does this mean?” she asked, looking up. “Nick is working at a warehouse. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“If the black Jaguar belongs to someone at work, why did that person drive all the way out here?” Arlette asked. “Why not just talk to Nick at work?”

“Excellent question.” Ida Mae wrote it down and circled it. “Unless it’s a coincidence and we’re dealing with two cars.

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