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before I asked my next question. “So, you don’t grow it in your garden?”
“Good heavens, no!”
And I suddenly knew what had been bothering me. There weren’t any rhubarb plants in the Norwell garden. So, then how did rhubarb end up on the back table and in the trash?
Chapter Twelve
Before I could ask her any more questions, the doorbell rang. “Wait a minute, Iris,” I said and turned to Gladys. “I’m guessing that’s T.J. coming to arrest you. Just hush and listen to me. Don’t say anything to them without an attorney present, do I make myself clear?” Gladys didn’t say anything. I moved the albums to one side and sat on the coffee table in front of her. “Gladys, we don’t get along at all, but I know in my heart you didn’t do this. Just trust me, alright? We will get through this. No talking without an attorney. Iris and I will get one for you. Understand?” The doorbell rang again. “Answer me!”
“I understand.”
“Good. You be the strong woman I know you are, and hold your head up high.” I nodded at Iris as I sat back down on the couch.
Iris got up and opened the door. “T.J.! What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in.” She stepped back and out of the way as he came in.
He nodded at me as he walked across the room to Gladys. I expected him to be tough with her, but he knelt in front of her, and took one of her hands in his. “Mrs. Norwell, I’m sorry more than I can say about this, but I’m going to have to ask you to come down to the station with me to answer some questions.”
“Are you going to arrest me?” she asked him as her eyes filled with tears.
“Well, ma’am, I’ll be honest with you, it’s a very strong possibility. The evidence against you is overwhelming, and very hard to ignore. But you’ve got some good people on your side,” he said, glancing over at me, “who tell me there’s no way you’d ever hurt your own husband, much less kill him.”
“I loved him so much,” she said, holding his hand tightly in hers. “We’ve been together since we were eight. I…I’ve never gone a day without seeing him.”
“Why don’t we go down to the station so we can talk?” T.J. replied, helping her to her feet. “I’m sure Ms. Crenshaw has advised you not to talk until you have a lawyer.” Gladys nodded. “That’s very good advice, ma’am. She’s absolutely right. You can sit in Sheriff Greene’s office until your lawyer shows up.”
“Could she at least change into something more presentable?” Iris asked.
“Of course, that’s fine. No rush.”
Iris helped Gladys down the hall as T.J. turned to me. “Have you already contacted someone for her?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t had the chance, and to be honest, I don’t know a criminal attorney.”
“You better find someone for her quick. I don’t know how long Owen is going to let her sit in his office before he starts to get antsy.”
There was only one person I knew who had contacts everywhere: Jake. “Tell Gladys I will get her an attorney just as fast as I can.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Thank you for treating her so kindly.”
“Owen wanted me to clap her irons and haul her down to the station,” T.J. said. “It took us ten minutes to convince him otherwise.”
I nodded and walked over to the door, but turned around just as my hand touched the knob. “By the way, you should know there are no rhubarb plants in the Norwells’ garden. Harold hated the stuff. Gladys said that the last time she had rhubarb in the house was last year.”
“So someone planted the stuff in the trash can and on the table?” T.J. sounded incredulous.
“That’s your job to figure out, Deputy. Mine right now is to get my archenemy an attorney so I can keep her out of jail.” I opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me.
As I walked toward the car, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Jake. “Hey doll, what’s up?” he said when he answered.
“Don’t
“Good heavens, no!”
And I suddenly knew what had been bothering me. There weren’t any rhubarb plants in the Norwell garden. So, then how did rhubarb end up on the back table and in the trash?
Chapter Twelve
Before I could ask her any more questions, the doorbell rang. “Wait a minute, Iris,” I said and turned to Gladys. “I’m guessing that’s T.J. coming to arrest you. Just hush and listen to me. Don’t say anything to them without an attorney present, do I make myself clear?” Gladys didn’t say anything. I moved the albums to one side and sat on the coffee table in front of her. “Gladys, we don’t get along at all, but I know in my heart you didn’t do this. Just trust me, alright? We will get through this. No talking without an attorney. Iris and I will get one for you. Understand?” The doorbell rang again. “Answer me!”
“I understand.”
“Good. You be the strong woman I know you are, and hold your head up high.” I nodded at Iris as I sat back down on the couch.
Iris got up and opened the door. “T.J.! What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in.” She stepped back and out of the way as he came in.
He nodded at me as he walked across the room to Gladys. I expected him to be tough with her, but he knelt in front of her, and took one of her hands in his. “Mrs. Norwell, I’m sorry more than I can say about this, but I’m going to have to ask you to come down to the station with me to answer some questions.”
“Are you going to arrest me?” she asked him as her eyes filled with tears.
“Well, ma’am, I’ll be honest with you, it’s a very strong possibility. The evidence against you is overwhelming, and very hard to ignore. But you’ve got some good people on your side,” he said, glancing over at me, “who tell me there’s no way you’d ever hurt your own husband, much less kill him.”
“I loved him so much,” she said, holding his hand tightly in hers. “We’ve been together since we were eight. I…I’ve never gone a day without seeing him.”
“Why don’t we go down to the station so we can talk?” T.J. replied, helping her to her feet. “I’m sure Ms. Crenshaw has advised you not to talk until you have a lawyer.” Gladys nodded. “That’s very good advice, ma’am. She’s absolutely right. You can sit in Sheriff Greene’s office until your lawyer shows up.”
“Could she at least change into something more presentable?” Iris asked.
“Of course, that’s fine. No rush.”
Iris helped Gladys down the hall as T.J. turned to me. “Have you already contacted someone for her?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t had the chance, and to be honest, I don’t know a criminal attorney.”
“You better find someone for her quick. I don’t know how long Owen is going to let her sit in his office before he starts to get antsy.”
There was only one person I knew who had contacts everywhere: Jake. “Tell Gladys I will get her an attorney just as fast as I can.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Thank you for treating her so kindly.”
“Owen wanted me to clap her irons and haul her down to the station,” T.J. said. “It took us ten minutes to convince him otherwise.”
I nodded and walked over to the door, but turned around just as my hand touched the knob. “By the way, you should know there are no rhubarb plants in the Norwells’ garden. Harold hated the stuff. Gladys said that the last time she had rhubarb in the house was last year.”
“So someone planted the stuff in the trash can and on the table?” T.J. sounded incredulous.
“That’s your job to figure out, Deputy. Mine right now is to get my archenemy an attorney so I can keep her out of jail.” I opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me.
As I walked toward the car, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Jake. “Hey doll, what’s up?” he said when he answered.
“Don’t
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