you need to tell her about George, too. Who else do we need to write down?”
“Amanda Holbrook. She reminds me of myself when Wade divorced me. Instead of a chip, she has a boulder on her shoulder.” Dee Dee grinned at my rhyme. “She’s been put in a position where she has to find a job to support herself and her children. She wrote for pleasure, now she wants to write professionally. Sounds a lot like me, doesn’t it.”
“That may have been you when you first moved back to Vans Valley, but it isn’t you now. You’ve grown so much Trixie. I’m real proud of you.” She rewarded me with a wide smile.
“Thanks Dee. I couldn’t have done it without your help and support.” I reached over and squeezed her hand. I had no doubt Dee Dee would be there for the long haul.
“Anyway, Amanda definitely harbors a lot of anger, but it seems to be directed at her ex-husband. I don’t see any reason she’d take it out on Annie.”
“Yeah, but she was in the bed and breakfast so we need to write her down.” Dee Dee wrote her name with a flourish.
“The only other person I can think of is Ladonna, the housekeeper. She was in the room when Annie told us she was feeling sick. I wonder if she’s staying at the bed and breakfast? If so, it’d be easy to find her.”
“Looks like we have us a bonafide suspect list. So far we have Bodene, Lori, Tippi, George, Amanda and Ladonna. Wow, that’s six people.”
I looked over Dee Dee’s shoulder to see none other than Detective Sams and Sergeant Gary Sargent heading our way. “Quick, hide the list. Here comes the detective.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Q uick thinking Dee Dee opted for a foolproof method of hiding the names. She shoved the tablet under her ample bottom, and donned a smile, as innocent as a baby.
“Trixie.” Detective Sams greeted me then she shot a questioning look toward Dee Dee.
“Hello, Detective. This is my good friend, Dee Dee Lamont.”
Dee Dee stared at her mirror image. “Hi.”
Detective Sams gave an approving look at Dee’s outfit. Today she wore red slacks, a white top with a red and green sweater, in keeping with the holiday season. “Nice ensemble, Dee Dee.”
“Why thank you,” Dee Dee said, grinning ear to ear.
“Unfortunately, I’m not here to talk about clothes. I hear you ladies were making a hit list?”
What in the world? I guess that busybody reported us. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse – they did. I looked up to see Nana staggering toward us. I reached over and nudged Dee Dee and pointed toward Nana. We jumped up at the same time knocking into each other. Dee Dee, being a patron of the Woman’s Department, won the round and I ended up back in my chair. She moved faster than I ever imagined she could. I hurried to catch up. With Dee Dee on one side and me on the other we guided Nana over to the chairs and sat her down. All the while Detective Sams and Sergeant Gary Sargent took in the scene wide-eyed.
Everybody gathered around and I sat in the chair opposite Nana. “What’s the matter? Don’t you feel good, Nana?”
She looked up and smiled. “Actually, I feel pretty good.” She held up her hot pink cast. “See, no pain.”
Dee Dee gasped. “Nana, did you take more of your pain medicine?”
“I just took two more,” she shook her head, “I think it was just two.” I wasn’t feeling any better, so I thought I’d take a couple more. Now I don’t feel a bit of pain. A little woozy though.”
I lifted my head toward heaven . Lord, give me strength and patience. Hurry please. “Sorry about that, Detective. This is my great-aunt, Nana. As you can see she fell last night and broke her arm.”
“I’m sorry to hear about that, ma’am. Now back to that list.”
Nana piped up. “Are you here to question Trixie?” She slurred her words making it sound more like “Are you here to quesion Trixie?”
“Ma’am this is police business,” Detective Sams said. “Someone needs to get this
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