couple now?” I smiled.
“Sure, sweetie, but I’ll need a pre-nup.”
“Well, don’t expect much of my fortune. There is none,” I joked. Her laugh was infectious.
“Well, we made it through the teenage make out session. It’s uphill from here.” She was tying her hair up on her head, just the way I liked women to have their hair up.
“You know, it’s been twelve years since I last kissed a woman,” I confessed.
“Damn, you sure could have fooled me. You must have a great memory.” She looked at me in wonder.
“I do now, and that will go with me to the grave.” I hoped it wouldn’t be too soon.
She picked up an envelope from her dressing table and opened it. She read the paper from the envelope and went pale. A small choke came from her throat, and she looked at me with wide eyes. I grabbed the paper and read.
“ Star light, star bright. Your star is going out tonight. You’re the next classmate to die! ”
*
Chapter Seven
~~*~~
Trapper was insistent about not wanting anyone around Sue Carter, but the old woman was just as adamant about doing her work.
“I have to make a living here, unless you want to fund my lifestyle?” she said angrily.
“Fine, but I’m having my men watch you and your customers just to be sure.” He looked at his officers and told them to check every person who came in. “I’m going to look for Linda Grolich, so stay around the house and be sure no one gets in who shouldn’t be here.” He went out.
One of the sheriff’s men was inside with Sue, so Trapper figured she would be safe. Sue’s business was not booming, so she and the young deputy sat a good while before a car drove up the drive. One of the outside officers stepped up to the vehicle and saw that a very elderly woman was driving. He opened the door for her, and he relaxed as he watched her struggle to get out of the car. She thanked him and struggled up the couple of rickety steps of the porch. The officer rushed around her to open the door as she slowly waddled in. The well-wrinkled, gray haired woman stepped into the salon and saw Sue and the younger officer sitting.
“My goodness, all the police, is it all right to get a little trim on my hair?”
“Sure, ma’am. Come on and sit down. Just ignore the police, they’re here to sell tickets for some policeman thing, but you don’t have to buy anything to have your hair done,” Sue said with a smile.
The woman set her oversized handbag on a chair and toddled to the seat. Sue assisted the woman onto the styling chair and helped straighten her up. The woman thanked Sue and inquired if Sue had a bit of coffee to offer.
Sue paused, looked at the young deputy and asked, “Do you know how to make coffee, officer?”
The young cop replied he did, and Sue instructed him where to find the coffee maker in the kitchen. He dutifully headed into the other room, and Sue picked up the haircloth to cover the woman.
“Just a little off the ends, dear.” The woman smiled as Sue swung the cloth around the woman and fastened it at the neck with a clip.
Sue picked up a comb from the back bar and walked around to the front of the woman, leaning in to get a closer look at the woman’s hair from the front. Sue looked a little puzzled and asked, “Ma’am, are you wearing a wig?”
The woman smiled and said, “Why, yes, dear, it’s my disguise,” and brought her hand up and across Sue’s throat with the open straight razor she took from her pocket. It was a very good slash. Little blood spurted and was caught by the haircloth as the woman pushed Sue back and down.
The woman pulled the haircloth off, bundled it up with the razor and gracefully stuffed it into her large purse. She pulled a small handgun from an outer pocket of the purse and quietly sprinted to the other room, gun held out.
She came to the tiny kitchen
“Sure, sweetie, but I’ll need a pre-nup.”
“Well, don’t expect much of my fortune. There is none,” I joked. Her laugh was infectious.
“Well, we made it through the teenage make out session. It’s uphill from here.” She was tying her hair up on her head, just the way I liked women to have their hair up.
“You know, it’s been twelve years since I last kissed a woman,” I confessed.
“Damn, you sure could have fooled me. You must have a great memory.” She looked at me in wonder.
“I do now, and that will go with me to the grave.” I hoped it wouldn’t be too soon.
She picked up an envelope from her dressing table and opened it. She read the paper from the envelope and went pale. A small choke came from her throat, and she looked at me with wide eyes. I grabbed the paper and read.
“ Star light, star bright. Your star is going out tonight. You’re the next classmate to die! ”
*
Chapter Seven
~~*~~
Trapper was insistent about not wanting anyone around Sue Carter, but the old woman was just as adamant about doing her work.
“I have to make a living here, unless you want to fund my lifestyle?” she said angrily.
“Fine, but I’m having my men watch you and your customers just to be sure.” He looked at his officers and told them to check every person who came in. “I’m going to look for Linda Grolich, so stay around the house and be sure no one gets in who shouldn’t be here.” He went out.
One of the sheriff’s men was inside with Sue, so Trapper figured she would be safe. Sue’s business was not booming, so she and the young deputy sat a good while before a car drove up the drive. One of the outside officers stepped up to the vehicle and saw that a very elderly woman was driving. He opened the door for her, and he relaxed as he watched her struggle to get out of the car. She thanked him and struggled up the couple of rickety steps of the porch. The officer rushed around her to open the door as she slowly waddled in. The well-wrinkled, gray haired woman stepped into the salon and saw Sue and the younger officer sitting.
“My goodness, all the police, is it all right to get a little trim on my hair?”
“Sure, ma’am. Come on and sit down. Just ignore the police, they’re here to sell tickets for some policeman thing, but you don’t have to buy anything to have your hair done,” Sue said with a smile.
The woman set her oversized handbag on a chair and toddled to the seat. Sue assisted the woman onto the styling chair and helped straighten her up. The woman thanked Sue and inquired if Sue had a bit of coffee to offer.
Sue paused, looked at the young deputy and asked, “Do you know how to make coffee, officer?”
The young cop replied he did, and Sue instructed him where to find the coffee maker in the kitchen. He dutifully headed into the other room, and Sue picked up the haircloth to cover the woman.
“Just a little off the ends, dear.” The woman smiled as Sue swung the cloth around the woman and fastened it at the neck with a clip.
Sue picked up a comb from the back bar and walked around to the front of the woman, leaning in to get a closer look at the woman’s hair from the front. Sue looked a little puzzled and asked, “Ma’am, are you wearing a wig?”
The woman smiled and said, “Why, yes, dear, it’s my disguise,” and brought her hand up and across Sue’s throat with the open straight razor she took from her pocket. It was a very good slash. Little blood spurted and was caught by the haircloth as the woman pushed Sue back and down.
The woman pulled the haircloth off, bundled it up with the razor and gracefully stuffed it into her large purse. She pulled a small handgun from an outer pocket of the purse and quietly sprinted to the other room, gun held out.
She came to the tiny kitchen
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