grinned. “Wait until your mom hears about this.”
Chapter Nine
The late afternoon sun appeared to shine brighter as Liz opened her blinds to let the golden rays in, covering her office floor. She had put the Sanders incident behind her and was moving on to other cases. Her chair creaked as she shuffled through a file.
Margie came pounding in. The feathers of her violet, feathery sweater fluttered with her slightest movement or breath. “I told him about you. He’s real interested. He thinks you’re cute.”
Liz shook her head. “Margie, you’re relentless.” Then realization sunk in. “You showed him my picture?” Curiosity won out over concern. “What picture?”
“This one.” Margie walked over to Liz’s desk and picked up a silver picture frame. “From last year’s Christmas party.”
The entire team was in this one, all eight of them, arranged in front of the huge Christmas tree that had been set up in the foyer. Liz critiqued her photo appearance. The dark green velvet dress, and low pumps accented Liz’s straight, brown hair hanging over her shoulders. At least it was a decent picture.
“How do you know him?”
Margie gave Liz a sideways glance as she held the picture between them, still at eye level. “At church.”
“Really?”
“I knew that would get you,” Margie said with a wink. “You never miss a Sunday. So what do you think? Just meet him one time. Just one time, that’s all I ask.”
Liz interrupted, giving her an agitated look. “No, Margie, sorry.”
“Humph! No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend, you’re too stubborn to meet anyone. By the way, you have a call on line two.”
Liz grabbed the phone, hoping the lengthy hold hadn’t caused them to hang up. “This is Liz.”
“Liz, it’s John.”
“It’s good to hear from you, John. I’ve been wondering how the boys are doing.”
“They’re fine. What I called to tell you is that we found something that you should be aware of. We found a bag of money in the boy’s room.”
“A lot of money?”
“Yes. I’m nervous having this much lying around the house. Do you think it’s laundered or drug money?”
“Probably.” Yes .
“I don’t think I’ll share that bit of information with the wife.”
“Just hide it in a safe place until Officer Demas picks it up.”
“Oh good, someone we know. The boys will be glad to see him again.”
“And tell Nancy not to worry. I’ll put a rush order on it.”
Just for reassurance she asked, “Are there any other details or information you can tell me before I make the call?”
“Nothing at the moment, but I’ll keep thinking about it.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
When they disconnected, she called Alex. It felt a little strange calling him on routine details of cases because now she was hoping their work conversations would lead to talk about “them.”
As she filled him in on the new twist of events, the anonymous phone call came back to her. “Alex, I need you to get that money right away. And please don’t think I’m overreacting, because I’m not.”
“Okay, okay. You’re a little protective of these people. But whenever it comes to money, clean or dirty, people do start to act crazy.”
Liz paused. She contemplated telling him about the phone call, but he had her on such a short leash now, she didn’t want him to cut her out completely. It was probably nothing, but he would blow it way out of proportion.
“I’ll personally go over and get the money, and if it would make you feel better, I’ll tell the officers who patrol that neighborhood to keep an eye on the house.”
“And the surrounding area?”
“I’ll make sure they do.”
“Okay, good.”
Alex paused. “Would you like me to put out an APB?”
“Can you do that?”
“Liz.” He groaned.
She let out a breath. That would cover them as well as if there had been an actual threat. “Are we still on for dinner?”
“Yeah, will it still work for you?”
She smiled
Chapter Nine
The late afternoon sun appeared to shine brighter as Liz opened her blinds to let the golden rays in, covering her office floor. She had put the Sanders incident behind her and was moving on to other cases. Her chair creaked as she shuffled through a file.
Margie came pounding in. The feathers of her violet, feathery sweater fluttered with her slightest movement or breath. “I told him about you. He’s real interested. He thinks you’re cute.”
Liz shook her head. “Margie, you’re relentless.” Then realization sunk in. “You showed him my picture?” Curiosity won out over concern. “What picture?”
“This one.” Margie walked over to Liz’s desk and picked up a silver picture frame. “From last year’s Christmas party.”
The entire team was in this one, all eight of them, arranged in front of the huge Christmas tree that had been set up in the foyer. Liz critiqued her photo appearance. The dark green velvet dress, and low pumps accented Liz’s straight, brown hair hanging over her shoulders. At least it was a decent picture.
“How do you know him?”
Margie gave Liz a sideways glance as she held the picture between them, still at eye level. “At church.”
“Really?”
“I knew that would get you,” Margie said with a wink. “You never miss a Sunday. So what do you think? Just meet him one time. Just one time, that’s all I ask.”
Liz interrupted, giving her an agitated look. “No, Margie, sorry.”
“Humph! No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend, you’re too stubborn to meet anyone. By the way, you have a call on line two.”
Liz grabbed the phone, hoping the lengthy hold hadn’t caused them to hang up. “This is Liz.”
“Liz, it’s John.”
“It’s good to hear from you, John. I’ve been wondering how the boys are doing.”
“They’re fine. What I called to tell you is that we found something that you should be aware of. We found a bag of money in the boy’s room.”
“A lot of money?”
“Yes. I’m nervous having this much lying around the house. Do you think it’s laundered or drug money?”
“Probably.” Yes .
“I don’t think I’ll share that bit of information with the wife.”
“Just hide it in a safe place until Officer Demas picks it up.”
“Oh good, someone we know. The boys will be glad to see him again.”
“And tell Nancy not to worry. I’ll put a rush order on it.”
Just for reassurance she asked, “Are there any other details or information you can tell me before I make the call?”
“Nothing at the moment, but I’ll keep thinking about it.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
When they disconnected, she called Alex. It felt a little strange calling him on routine details of cases because now she was hoping their work conversations would lead to talk about “them.”
As she filled him in on the new twist of events, the anonymous phone call came back to her. “Alex, I need you to get that money right away. And please don’t think I’m overreacting, because I’m not.”
“Okay, okay. You’re a little protective of these people. But whenever it comes to money, clean or dirty, people do start to act crazy.”
Liz paused. She contemplated telling him about the phone call, but he had her on such a short leash now, she didn’t want him to cut her out completely. It was probably nothing, but he would blow it way out of proportion.
“I’ll personally go over and get the money, and if it would make you feel better, I’ll tell the officers who patrol that neighborhood to keep an eye on the house.”
“And the surrounding area?”
“I’ll make sure they do.”
“Okay, good.”
Alex paused. “Would you like me to put out an APB?”
“Can you do that?”
“Liz.” He groaned.
She let out a breath. That would cover them as well as if there had been an actual threat. “Are we still on for dinner?”
“Yeah, will it still work for you?”
She smiled
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