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that lonely, but not two.”
Blair was on her fourth husband, so if anyone knew about multiple marriages, it was her. Her ex-husbands all still adored her however, and would come to her aid at the drop of a hat. I always suspected it was because her libido was as strong as any man’s, and they were all secretly hoping for a reconciliation, if only for one night.
“Am I the only one who is really suspicious about why she ran out of here so quickly?” Doe said, letting her eyes connect with each one of us.
“What are you thinking?” Rudy asked.
“Just that Dana is one of the most aggressive people I’ve ever met. She’s always on the offensive, not the defensive. And yet, as soon as you mentioned that we’d need to know everything about her life, she became really elusive.”
“I’d say more like nervous,” Rudy nodded. “I’ve never seen her like that. She couldn’t get out of here fast enough.”
“She’s obviously hiding something,” Doe said.
“Then I say we figure out what that something is,” Blair said.
“But how?” I asked.
“We could break into her house,” Blair offered, her cool blue eyes dancing with enthusiasm.
We all frowned at her.
“No,” I responded. “Somehow getting arrested for breaking and entering doesn’t sound like such a good idea. But…” I looked over at Doe. “Dana lives over on North Marchand Drive. What day is her trash picked up?”
Doe shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” She pulled out her cell phone.
While Doe checked in with her office, I looked at Rudy. “Any chance you can do some digging into her life down in Vancouver?”
“Sure, I’ll just make some phone calls. I know a couple of people who used to work at The Columbian newspaper down there. If she was as much of a pain in the ass back then as she is now, they’ll remember her.”
Doe hung up and put her phone on the table. “Bingo,” she said. “Her trash is picked up tomorrow morning. So what are you thinking, Julia?”
I looked around the table considering my response. “Look, I admit that I can’t stand Dana. As a result, I’ve studied her over the years more than I care to admit. She is the most calculating…uh…individual I know,” I said, tempering my remark. “She doesn’t do anything that doesn’t have a purpose, and that purpose is always in her best interests.”
“So? We all know that,” Blair said.
“Well, she wouldn’t stall for time unless she had a reason. I think she needs to get rid of something.”
I could see the light bulbs go off over everyone’s head.
“So the project she mentioned is that she’s going home to get rid of some incriminating evidence?” Doe said.
“It may not have anything to do with her attempted murder. But it’s definitely something she doesn’t want other people to know about. Remember that she referred to a deadline – tomorrow,” I said.
“Trash pickup,” Doe said with a nod.
“Can you get your guys to pick up her trash and separate it out for us?” I asked Doe.
Doe frowned. “Boy, I hate to bring any of them into this. Isn’t there another way?”
“Wait!” Rudy said. “Isn’t it true that the moment someone puts their trash out at the curb, it becomes public property, so-to-speak?”
“Yes,” Doe replied.
“Then, I say we pick it up.”
“Oh, good,” Blair exclaimed with a childish clap of her hands. “A midnight trash run.”
Doe and Rudy exchanged skeptical looks.
“We’ll need rubber gloves,” Doe said with a look of distaste. “After all, this is Dana Finkle’s trash we’re talking about.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
I never thought I’d actually be picking up Dana Finkle’s trash. For that matter, I never thought I’d be picking up anyone’s trash. But we met back at the Inn just before midnight to do just that. It was bitterly cold and had started to rain again. I had dressed in jeans, long johns, an undershirt and sweater and wore tennis shoes in case we had to
Blair was on her fourth husband, so if anyone knew about multiple marriages, it was her. Her ex-husbands all still adored her however, and would come to her aid at the drop of a hat. I always suspected it was because her libido was as strong as any man’s, and they were all secretly hoping for a reconciliation, if only for one night.
“Am I the only one who is really suspicious about why she ran out of here so quickly?” Doe said, letting her eyes connect with each one of us.
“What are you thinking?” Rudy asked.
“Just that Dana is one of the most aggressive people I’ve ever met. She’s always on the offensive, not the defensive. And yet, as soon as you mentioned that we’d need to know everything about her life, she became really elusive.”
“I’d say more like nervous,” Rudy nodded. “I’ve never seen her like that. She couldn’t get out of here fast enough.”
“She’s obviously hiding something,” Doe said.
“Then I say we figure out what that something is,” Blair said.
“But how?” I asked.
“We could break into her house,” Blair offered, her cool blue eyes dancing with enthusiasm.
We all frowned at her.
“No,” I responded. “Somehow getting arrested for breaking and entering doesn’t sound like such a good idea. But…” I looked over at Doe. “Dana lives over on North Marchand Drive. What day is her trash picked up?”
Doe shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” She pulled out her cell phone.
While Doe checked in with her office, I looked at Rudy. “Any chance you can do some digging into her life down in Vancouver?”
“Sure, I’ll just make some phone calls. I know a couple of people who used to work at The Columbian newspaper down there. If she was as much of a pain in the ass back then as she is now, they’ll remember her.”
Doe hung up and put her phone on the table. “Bingo,” she said. “Her trash is picked up tomorrow morning. So what are you thinking, Julia?”
I looked around the table considering my response. “Look, I admit that I can’t stand Dana. As a result, I’ve studied her over the years more than I care to admit. She is the most calculating…uh…individual I know,” I said, tempering my remark. “She doesn’t do anything that doesn’t have a purpose, and that purpose is always in her best interests.”
“So? We all know that,” Blair said.
“Well, she wouldn’t stall for time unless she had a reason. I think she needs to get rid of something.”
I could see the light bulbs go off over everyone’s head.
“So the project she mentioned is that she’s going home to get rid of some incriminating evidence?” Doe said.
“It may not have anything to do with her attempted murder. But it’s definitely something she doesn’t want other people to know about. Remember that she referred to a deadline – tomorrow,” I said.
“Trash pickup,” Doe said with a nod.
“Can you get your guys to pick up her trash and separate it out for us?” I asked Doe.
Doe frowned. “Boy, I hate to bring any of them into this. Isn’t there another way?”
“Wait!” Rudy said. “Isn’t it true that the moment someone puts their trash out at the curb, it becomes public property, so-to-speak?”
“Yes,” Doe replied.
“Then, I say we pick it up.”
“Oh, good,” Blair exclaimed with a childish clap of her hands. “A midnight trash run.”
Doe and Rudy exchanged skeptical looks.
“We’ll need rubber gloves,” Doe said with a look of distaste. “After all, this is Dana Finkle’s trash we’re talking about.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
I never thought I’d actually be picking up Dana Finkle’s trash. For that matter, I never thought I’d be picking up anyone’s trash. But we met back at the Inn just before midnight to do just that. It was bitterly cold and had started to rain again. I had dressed in jeans, long johns, an undershirt and sweater and wore tennis shoes in case we had to
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