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seeing her great aunt’s signature on various documents, she could confirm it was her handwriting.
Katherine shook her head. “I can’t help you here. I don’t have the authority to allow anything to be removed from this carriage house. Let me call Mark Dunn.”
“We don’t want any trouble, ma’am,” Stevie said with narrowed eyes. “We came to git what belongs to us.”
Katherine extracted her phone and called Mark Dunn. He wasn’t in his office, so she left an urgent voice mail.
“As you could hear,” she began. “I called Mark. He’s the lawyer for my great aunt’s estate. If you’d give me your number, I’ll have him call you.”
Bobby continued his nervous cackling, which now sounded like a hyena.
Stevie threw Katherine a menacing look and stormed to his truck, with Bobby close behind. The other truck pulled out first, and then Stevie peeled out. He yelled out the window, “We’ll be back!”
Great , Katherine thought. Nothing like alienating the Sanders family any more than I’ve already done.
Chapter Four
Katherine arrived at the Indianapolis airport and parked in the cell phone lot. Within a few seconds, Colleen called and said her flight had arrived early, and she’d already picked up her bags. Katherine couldn’t believe her good timing. She started up the engine, headed back onto the service road, and drove to the airline’s arrival area. Colleen was waiting outside near the curb; her long red hair enveloped her face. It was a typical blustery fall day. Katherine temporarily parked the Subaru and got out to help Colleen with her bags.
“Katz,” Colleen said. “Give me a hug. It is so wonderful to see you.”
Katherine hugged her back. “You look great. Where’s Jacky?” she asked, looking around.
“Jacky couldn’t come. There was some last-minute emergency. His super was in a motorcycle accident and broke his arm. Jacky will have to do double-duty. He’s really disappointed.”
“Oh, no. I so much wanted him to come!”
“Maybe he can change his ticket and come out later when his boss is better.”
“Let me help you with your bags,” Katherine said, opening the back hatch.
“Wow, now this is a vehicle,” Colleen praised. “It’s certainly a far cry better than the ancient Toyota.”
Katherine laughed. “I miss that car. But I love this one, though. Jake named her Sue-bee. Indiana guys have a thing with naming things.”
Colleen smirked. “That’s rich.”
Katherine and Colleen both picked up Colleen’s large suitcase and hoisted it in the back.
“It’s a bit heavy,” Colleen apologized.
“You think?” Katherine teased.
“I brought my spirit hunting equipment. Well, not all of it. I didn’t want to chance the more expensive stuff getting broken,” she said tongue-in-cheek, referring to her ghost meter, which was destroyed by Frank and Beatrice Baker when they vandalized her room during her last visit.
Katherine closed the hatch. Colleen got in and Katherine climbed in behind the wheel.
“Are you hungry? We could stop to get a bite to eat.” Katherine checked the mirror, then merged into traffic.
“I’m famished,” Colleen complained.
“Remember that restaurant we went to in Ohio – Down Home Cookin’? There’s one several miles from here.”
“I love that place! Yes, by all means.”
On the way to the restaurant, Colleen talked about her cab drive from Manhattan to LaGuardia. “‘Twas a nightmare to behold,” she began. “The cabby kept looking at me in his mirror. I screamed several times, or we’d all be killed.”
Arriving at the restaurant, Katherine lamented that most of the parking spaces were taken, but found one behind the back dumpster. “I have rotten luck with parking spaces.”
The two friends walked in and a friendly hostess seated them in front of a blazing fireplace. They both chose the special with
Katherine shook her head. “I can’t help you here. I don’t have the authority to allow anything to be removed from this carriage house. Let me call Mark Dunn.”
“We don’t want any trouble, ma’am,” Stevie said with narrowed eyes. “We came to git what belongs to us.”
Katherine extracted her phone and called Mark Dunn. He wasn’t in his office, so she left an urgent voice mail.
“As you could hear,” she began. “I called Mark. He’s the lawyer for my great aunt’s estate. If you’d give me your number, I’ll have him call you.”
Bobby continued his nervous cackling, which now sounded like a hyena.
Stevie threw Katherine a menacing look and stormed to his truck, with Bobby close behind. The other truck pulled out first, and then Stevie peeled out. He yelled out the window, “We’ll be back!”
Great , Katherine thought. Nothing like alienating the Sanders family any more than I’ve already done.
Chapter Four
Katherine arrived at the Indianapolis airport and parked in the cell phone lot. Within a few seconds, Colleen called and said her flight had arrived early, and she’d already picked up her bags. Katherine couldn’t believe her good timing. She started up the engine, headed back onto the service road, and drove to the airline’s arrival area. Colleen was waiting outside near the curb; her long red hair enveloped her face. It was a typical blustery fall day. Katherine temporarily parked the Subaru and got out to help Colleen with her bags.
“Katz,” Colleen said. “Give me a hug. It is so wonderful to see you.”
Katherine hugged her back. “You look great. Where’s Jacky?” she asked, looking around.
“Jacky couldn’t come. There was some last-minute emergency. His super was in a motorcycle accident and broke his arm. Jacky will have to do double-duty. He’s really disappointed.”
“Oh, no. I so much wanted him to come!”
“Maybe he can change his ticket and come out later when his boss is better.”
“Let me help you with your bags,” Katherine said, opening the back hatch.
“Wow, now this is a vehicle,” Colleen praised. “It’s certainly a far cry better than the ancient Toyota.”
Katherine laughed. “I miss that car. But I love this one, though. Jake named her Sue-bee. Indiana guys have a thing with naming things.”
Colleen smirked. “That’s rich.”
Katherine and Colleen both picked up Colleen’s large suitcase and hoisted it in the back.
“It’s a bit heavy,” Colleen apologized.
“You think?” Katherine teased.
“I brought my spirit hunting equipment. Well, not all of it. I didn’t want to chance the more expensive stuff getting broken,” she said tongue-in-cheek, referring to her ghost meter, which was destroyed by Frank and Beatrice Baker when they vandalized her room during her last visit.
Katherine closed the hatch. Colleen got in and Katherine climbed in behind the wheel.
“Are you hungry? We could stop to get a bite to eat.” Katherine checked the mirror, then merged into traffic.
“I’m famished,” Colleen complained.
“Remember that restaurant we went to in Ohio – Down Home Cookin’? There’s one several miles from here.”
“I love that place! Yes, by all means.”
On the way to the restaurant, Colleen talked about her cab drive from Manhattan to LaGuardia. “‘Twas a nightmare to behold,” she began. “The cabby kept looking at me in his mirror. I screamed several times, or we’d all be killed.”
Arriving at the restaurant, Katherine lamented that most of the parking spaces were taken, but found one behind the back dumpster. “I have rotten luck with parking spaces.”
The two friends walked in and a friendly hostess seated them in front of a blazing fireplace. They both chose the special with
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