The Gun Also Rises by Sherry Harris

Author:Sherry Harris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

I whipped out my cell phone and called James. “Can you sponsor me on base?” I asked.

“Sure. For how long?”

“Long enough for me to drive in one gate and out the other.” Reporters wouldn’t have access to the base unless one of them happened to be retired military. It seemed unlikely.

“I’ll meet you at the Visitors Center. What’s going on?”

He deserved an explanation of my unusual request, so I filled him in. After I hung up, I drove through Bedford, a bit of Concord, and swung back around to the base. James was there, and we quickly filled out the paperwork. He put my destination as the base thrift shop. I would drive right by it on my way to the other side of the base so it didn’t seem like a complete fabrication.

Fifteen minutes later, I popped out the other gate, which was in Lexington. I drove past Gilgannon’s Irish Pub. Stella loved to go to karaoke there and often dragged a reluctant me along. So far, Awesome had refused to go. Even though I’d begged and tried bribing him. If he went, I wouldn’t have to. I continued down the road, cutting through bits of Bedford and Ellington until I felt comfortable enough to head to Miss Belle’s.

I made it to her house about nine forty-five, parked, and was heading to the front door when a big man stepped out in front of me.

“What da you think you’re doing?” he asked. He wore a T-shirt that stretched across massive shoulders and a large belly. His jeans and thick dark hair were rumpled. I backed up as he stepped toward me. If he was a cop, I didn’t recognize him. If he was a reporter, he needed to work on his people skills.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, worrying I was going to have to call Pellner already.

The front door swung open and Frieda stepped out. “She’s okay,” she told the man.

Then I remembered her son-in-law was going to help out with security. I was surprised he was still here.

He nodded and lumbered off toward the side of the house.

“How’s Miss Belle?” I asked as I trotted up the steps and into the house.

“Resilient.” Frieda put a hand on my arm and pulled me over to a corner near a coat closet in the foyer. “You don’t think she’s going to want me to wear one of those silly maid’s dresses, do you?”

The image of Frieda dressed like Kay almost made me burst out laughing. “I don’t think she will. Was there any trouble last night?”

“No. Quiet as could be.”

I hoped that was a good thing and not a gathering storm waiting on the horizon. We walked down to Miss Belle’s study but didn’t see her.

“Miss Belle?” I called.

We heard a shuffling sound. Miss Belle’s rear end backed out from under her desk. Next, her head popped up over the edge of her desk. As she stood, she swiped her hands against each other. Frieda and I exchanged a glance.

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