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came up, like she was reaching for him. He backed away quick and held up his hands, like ‘Don’t touch me.’ Something like that—at least that’s what it looked like, and then he took off really fast.”
“What happened after that?” Lucky asked.
“Nothing. That woman got back in her car and drove away,” Janie said.
Lucky shook her head. “Weird. I wonder what that was all about,” she said more to herself than to the girls. Where was Patricia Honeywell heading when she spotted Sage? And why had she felt it necessary to accost him like that in the street? Could there have been a later altercation that night? The night of her death? No—Lucky shook her head. Whatever was behind that confrontation, it sounded like Sage would have done anything to avoid running into the blonde woman.
“There’s more, Lucky,” Meg spoke softly. “We saw him with the dead woman before—up at the Lodge. We help out there sometimes. She was at the bar with one of the ski instructors—I think it was Josh. It was so disgusting. He was mooning all over her…Josh I mean, but then she spotted Sage and she told Josh to get lost. She walked right over to Sage as if she knew him.”
“What was Sage doing up at the Lodge?” Lucky asked.
Janie dug through her purse and passed a wad of tissues to Meg. Meg took off her glasses and wiped them carefully. Her round face looked doughy and forlorn. “Don’t know. Maybe he was there to meet that Sophie—she’s such a cow! Or maybe he was meeting his brother. Remy sometimes does odd jobs up there.”
“Janie…Meg…even if he knew this woman—Patricia Honeywell—even if there’s some story behind all this, it might not mean anything at all.” Lucky remembered Sage’s reaction at the restaurant when he saw the blonde woman at the counter. It certainly did appear as if they knew each other, or at least Sage recognized her, but she cautiously decided it was best not to offer any more information to the girls.
Red blotches covered Meg’s face. “I shouldn’t have told the police any of that stuff. I got so scared when Nate started asking me questions, it just all came out. If I had just kept my mouth shut, they never would have arrested him.”
Janie put an arm around Meg’s shoulder in an effort to console her. “Lucky, can Meg go home now? There’s nothing for her to do here anyway.”
“Sure. Go ahead—both of you. We might as well close for the day. Again, no one’s turned up and now Sage is gone. There’s not much we can do for him right now, but I intend to find out just why Nate’s arrested him.”
Chapter 12
L UCKY WAITED IMPATIENTLY at the counter, shifting from one foot to the other, as Bradley rummaged through file drawers.
“I know that form is in one of these folders. I’ll find it in just a minute, Ms. Jamieson.”
Lucky heaved a sigh. “Bradley, it’s me. Just call me Lucky, okay? You know me. Why do I need to fill out a form to visit a prisoner?”
“It’s required, Ms. Jamieson…Lucky. It’s Department of Corrections Policy No. 327 and the Administrative Procedure Act, Rule No. 79.26, commonly known as the APA rules. ‘Each visitor shall, upon entry, register his name, address and relationship to the resident.’ I am entitled to ask you to submit to a search, but since it’s you, I won’t insist.”
Lucky bit her tongue. “I appreciate that, Bradley.” If he dared to lay a hand on her, she’d slug him. “I just want a chance to talk to Sage. He works for me. I’m concerned about him.”
“Found it.” Bradley triumphantly held up a one-page form, slightly wrinkled at the corners, and carried it to thelong counter. “It’s just…well, we haven’t had a prisoner for a long time. Actually, I can’t remember when we last had one…except for old Arnie Hicks. He gets drunk and disorderly once a year on his birthday. But we just lock him up so he won’t hurt himself. He’s sober by the next morning.”
Lucky reached for the
“What happened after that?” Lucky asked.
“Nothing. That woman got back in her car and drove away,” Janie said.
Lucky shook her head. “Weird. I wonder what that was all about,” she said more to herself than to the girls. Where was Patricia Honeywell heading when she spotted Sage? And why had she felt it necessary to accost him like that in the street? Could there have been a later altercation that night? The night of her death? No—Lucky shook her head. Whatever was behind that confrontation, it sounded like Sage would have done anything to avoid running into the blonde woman.
“There’s more, Lucky,” Meg spoke softly. “We saw him with the dead woman before—up at the Lodge. We help out there sometimes. She was at the bar with one of the ski instructors—I think it was Josh. It was so disgusting. He was mooning all over her…Josh I mean, but then she spotted Sage and she told Josh to get lost. She walked right over to Sage as if she knew him.”
“What was Sage doing up at the Lodge?” Lucky asked.
Janie dug through her purse and passed a wad of tissues to Meg. Meg took off her glasses and wiped them carefully. Her round face looked doughy and forlorn. “Don’t know. Maybe he was there to meet that Sophie—she’s such a cow! Or maybe he was meeting his brother. Remy sometimes does odd jobs up there.”
“Janie…Meg…even if he knew this woman—Patricia Honeywell—even if there’s some story behind all this, it might not mean anything at all.” Lucky remembered Sage’s reaction at the restaurant when he saw the blonde woman at the counter. It certainly did appear as if they knew each other, or at least Sage recognized her, but she cautiously decided it was best not to offer any more information to the girls.
Red blotches covered Meg’s face. “I shouldn’t have told the police any of that stuff. I got so scared when Nate started asking me questions, it just all came out. If I had just kept my mouth shut, they never would have arrested him.”
Janie put an arm around Meg’s shoulder in an effort to console her. “Lucky, can Meg go home now? There’s nothing for her to do here anyway.”
“Sure. Go ahead—both of you. We might as well close for the day. Again, no one’s turned up and now Sage is gone. There’s not much we can do for him right now, but I intend to find out just why Nate’s arrested him.”
Chapter 12
L UCKY WAITED IMPATIENTLY at the counter, shifting from one foot to the other, as Bradley rummaged through file drawers.
“I know that form is in one of these folders. I’ll find it in just a minute, Ms. Jamieson.”
Lucky heaved a sigh. “Bradley, it’s me. Just call me Lucky, okay? You know me. Why do I need to fill out a form to visit a prisoner?”
“It’s required, Ms. Jamieson…Lucky. It’s Department of Corrections Policy No. 327 and the Administrative Procedure Act, Rule No. 79.26, commonly known as the APA rules. ‘Each visitor shall, upon entry, register his name, address and relationship to the resident.’ I am entitled to ask you to submit to a search, but since it’s you, I won’t insist.”
Lucky bit her tongue. “I appreciate that, Bradley.” If he dared to lay a hand on her, she’d slug him. “I just want a chance to talk to Sage. He works for me. I’m concerned about him.”
“Found it.” Bradley triumphantly held up a one-page form, slightly wrinkled at the corners, and carried it to thelong counter. “It’s just…well, we haven’t had a prisoner for a long time. Actually, I can’t remember when we last had one…except for old Arnie Hicks. He gets drunk and disorderly once a year on his birthday. But we just lock him up so he won’t hurt himself. He’s sober by the next morning.”
Lucky reached for the
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