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David arguing in the kitchen.
“David, the service isn’t until five o’clock later today. You need to leave. Kitty has nothing to talk to you about.”
“I want the keys to Roger’s office. He had some papers I need.”
“You got fired. What could be in Roger’s office that you need?” Kitty yel ed.
“It’s personal.” He snarled.
“Wel , it wil have to wait until Kitty is ready to go there with you. She needs to clean out the office and she’l do it when she’s good and ready, not at your convenience.” Tina angrily told him.
David turned around, heading for the door.
“Who are you?” David almost spit at Frank. “Kitty’s not wasting any time finding another man, is she?”
“David, what is your problem? Get out of here!” Tina pushed him.
Frank grabbed David’s arm. “I’m Detective Frank Hughes. I have some questions for you.”
“Let me go. I don’t have to talk to you. How come you haven’t arrested the murderer yet?” David said as he pointed to Kitty and then slammed the door as he left.
“Seems like a real nice guy,” Frank said sarcastical y, a grin on his face. “I’l try to talk to him again later if it’s alright if I come back for the service?”
“You should come. There won’t be too many people but you might notice something. It should be . . . interesting,” Tina informed Frank.
Michael and Tina left to get some refreshments for the service.
Kitty looked at Frank. “I’m exhausted. Do you have time for some coffee and to sit down with me for a bit?”
“Kitty, meeting you has made this whole investigation so much more interesting. Watching you juggle moving into your farm, your friends and now trying to figure out who kil ed your husband, has been a real inspiration. I’d love to pay you back for your hospitality and take you out for a nice dinner. You choose when and where. How does that sound?”
Kitty was stunned. “I’m speechless. Wel , almost. That sounds perfect. There’s an elegant restaurant about a half hour drive from here that I’ve wanted to go to but Roger was always too busy. I’ve heard they have the best salmon and a great salad bar with lots of veggies and artisan breads and live music on Friday and Saturday nights.”
Smiling, Frank said, “You had me sold on the salmon. I can see you are real y passionate about food. It sounds like a date then. Saturday night?”
Kitty was on cloud nine. “Yes!” She had a huge smile on her face as she got coffee for Frank. “I don’t know how often you are in Wil ow Fal s, but I hope we can remain friends.”
“That’s what I was hoping, too. I’l be around for a while, at least until this is wrapped up.” Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Excuse me. Let me see who that is.” Kitty put her coffee mug down and went to the door. She was surprised to see Glenda wiping away tears, waiting to come in.
“Glenda, what’s wrong?” Kitty reached for her arm to console her.
“I need to talk to you Kitty. Is there someplace private?”
“Come in. Detective Hughes is here, is that okay?”
“Maybe the detective needs to hear this too”. Glenda fol owed Kitty to the kitchen, nodding to Frank. “Jimmie threatened to fire me yesterday. I gave you the wrong truck by accident. They are identical and I guess I grabbed the wrong keys. Something is going on and I don’t know what it is but I’m real y scared. David got fired, then Roger was murdered. Everyone is on edge. I need to get this straightened out.” Frank got up to give Glenda his chair. “Everything wil be okay Glenda. We’re starting to put the pieces together. Do you think David kil ed Roger?”
“I don’t know. Roger was in David’s office a lot. I had to make copies of lots of files for Roger. I never understood what was going on, I just did what David asked me to do. I know the police chief questioned al of us.”
“Try not to worry. If you don’t know anything, you aren’t a
“David, the service isn’t until five o’clock later today. You need to leave. Kitty has nothing to talk to you about.”
“I want the keys to Roger’s office. He had some papers I need.”
“You got fired. What could be in Roger’s office that you need?” Kitty yel ed.
“It’s personal.” He snarled.
“Wel , it wil have to wait until Kitty is ready to go there with you. She needs to clean out the office and she’l do it when she’s good and ready, not at your convenience.” Tina angrily told him.
David turned around, heading for the door.
“Who are you?” David almost spit at Frank. “Kitty’s not wasting any time finding another man, is she?”
“David, what is your problem? Get out of here!” Tina pushed him.
Frank grabbed David’s arm. “I’m Detective Frank Hughes. I have some questions for you.”
“Let me go. I don’t have to talk to you. How come you haven’t arrested the murderer yet?” David said as he pointed to Kitty and then slammed the door as he left.
“Seems like a real nice guy,” Frank said sarcastical y, a grin on his face. “I’l try to talk to him again later if it’s alright if I come back for the service?”
“You should come. There won’t be too many people but you might notice something. It should be . . . interesting,” Tina informed Frank.
Michael and Tina left to get some refreshments for the service.
Kitty looked at Frank. “I’m exhausted. Do you have time for some coffee and to sit down with me for a bit?”
“Kitty, meeting you has made this whole investigation so much more interesting. Watching you juggle moving into your farm, your friends and now trying to figure out who kil ed your husband, has been a real inspiration. I’d love to pay you back for your hospitality and take you out for a nice dinner. You choose when and where. How does that sound?”
Kitty was stunned. “I’m speechless. Wel , almost. That sounds perfect. There’s an elegant restaurant about a half hour drive from here that I’ve wanted to go to but Roger was always too busy. I’ve heard they have the best salmon and a great salad bar with lots of veggies and artisan breads and live music on Friday and Saturday nights.”
Smiling, Frank said, “You had me sold on the salmon. I can see you are real y passionate about food. It sounds like a date then. Saturday night?”
Kitty was on cloud nine. “Yes!” She had a huge smile on her face as she got coffee for Frank. “I don’t know how often you are in Wil ow Fal s, but I hope we can remain friends.”
“That’s what I was hoping, too. I’l be around for a while, at least until this is wrapped up.” Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Excuse me. Let me see who that is.” Kitty put her coffee mug down and went to the door. She was surprised to see Glenda wiping away tears, waiting to come in.
“Glenda, what’s wrong?” Kitty reached for her arm to console her.
“I need to talk to you Kitty. Is there someplace private?”
“Come in. Detective Hughes is here, is that okay?”
“Maybe the detective needs to hear this too”. Glenda fol owed Kitty to the kitchen, nodding to Frank. “Jimmie threatened to fire me yesterday. I gave you the wrong truck by accident. They are identical and I guess I grabbed the wrong keys. Something is going on and I don’t know what it is but I’m real y scared. David got fired, then Roger was murdered. Everyone is on edge. I need to get this straightened out.” Frank got up to give Glenda his chair. “Everything wil be okay Glenda. We’re starting to put the pieces together. Do you think David kil ed Roger?”
“I don’t know. Roger was in David’s office a lot. I had to make copies of lots of files for Roger. I never understood what was going on, I just did what David asked me to do. I know the police chief questioned al of us.”
“Try not to worry. If you don’t know anything, you aren’t a
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