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Rather than flood them with questions, I decided to hear what they had to say first. So I stood there waiting for them to continue. I could tell they were dying to say something more, but there seemed to be an underlying caginess as they kept looking around. I even looked myself.
“Want to go by the pool area to talk?” I asked.
Sylvie peered over the wall. We all did. It was vacant.
“Well, it might give us more privacy,” she admitted.
Bunny started walking toward the gate. “Come on.”
We stood by one of the round tables under an umbrella in a corner area. I kept a constant eye out for Thug One.
“I’ve been real nervous lately,” said Sylvie.
“I’ve felt a little skittish myself,” said Bunny.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” I asked, edging closer.
Sylvie lowered her voice. “We might have omitted some details about that night Marco was killed.”
“Yes,” said, Bunny. “We should have told you, but…”
“But…?”
“But nothing,” said Sylvie. “I insisted we had to tell you. The night Marco was shot, I ran into Bunny crossing the lawn at the exact same time I was walking out after hearing those two popping noises because of all the arguing earlier, but wasn’t sure about what was being said.”
“I heard it, too,” said Bunny, “and came down from my deck to sneak a look at what was going on over there.”
“We almost collided in the dark,” said Sylvie.
“Why didn’t you tell me before this at the pool?”
“Because,” said Sylvie, “I’m a little more jittery now.”
“Why?”
“Since I phoned Bunny to tell her I was getting calls.”
The ladies room conversation at their club I overheard.
“What calls?” I asked innocently.
“They were very disturbing,” said Sylvie.
“I started getting them too, right after Sylvie told me about hers,” said Bunny. “It’s alarming to say the least.”
The first thing I asked was, “Male or female?”
They glanced at each other, then back at me.
“Why ask that?” Sylvie asked.
“Because it might be important.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Bunny. “We don’t have a clue.”
“Why not?”
“No one spoke, that’s why.”
“What do you mean, no one spoke?”
“All they did was breathe heavily,” said Sylvie, “then they hung up while I was still asking who it was.”
“Did you see someone that night?”
“We didn’t see anyone, just each other,” said Bunny.
“But I found this,” said Sylvie, opening up her hand and giving me some kind of business card.
It was for the Down Under Club, the same as Mona’s.
Now that was curious.
Chapter 32
Flipping Over & Flipping Out
I turned the card over. An address was written on the back of it. I filed it to memory and handed it back to Sylvie.
“It should be easy for you to check out,” Sylvie added.
My brow raised in disbelief. “What do you mean, me ?”
“Of the three of us, you’ve had more experience. How can you expect us to? We might get hurt! Besides, you’re the sleuth, right? It might be an important clue.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Well…”
Sylvie pointed at the card. “It could’ve been dropped by whoever shot Marco. We’re afraid to be linked to this.”
“It’s also possible they saw you two.”
Both of them took a step back from me.
Sylvie’s hand flew to her throat. “You think so?”
“Sam’s right,” said Bunny. “Maybe they’re watching.”
Sylvie quickly glanced around. “You mean, right now?”
“Hey, relax,” I said. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Look,” said Sylvie. “A guy was shot in cold blood right next door, FBI, the police, and God knows who else were walking through here, and now we’re getting phone calls most likely because they think we know something…”
“…Or saw something,” I said.
“Why did they write that address down?” Sylvie asked.
“Maybe that’s who hired them,” said Bunny.
“That’s a
Rather than flood them with questions, I decided to hear what they had to say first. So I stood there waiting for them to continue. I could tell they were dying to say something more, but there seemed to be an underlying caginess as they kept looking around. I even looked myself.
“Want to go by the pool area to talk?” I asked.
Sylvie peered over the wall. We all did. It was vacant.
“Well, it might give us more privacy,” she admitted.
Bunny started walking toward the gate. “Come on.”
We stood by one of the round tables under an umbrella in a corner area. I kept a constant eye out for Thug One.
“I’ve been real nervous lately,” said Sylvie.
“I’ve felt a little skittish myself,” said Bunny.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” I asked, edging closer.
Sylvie lowered her voice. “We might have omitted some details about that night Marco was killed.”
“Yes,” said, Bunny. “We should have told you, but…”
“But…?”
“But nothing,” said Sylvie. “I insisted we had to tell you. The night Marco was shot, I ran into Bunny crossing the lawn at the exact same time I was walking out after hearing those two popping noises because of all the arguing earlier, but wasn’t sure about what was being said.”
“I heard it, too,” said Bunny, “and came down from my deck to sneak a look at what was going on over there.”
“We almost collided in the dark,” said Sylvie.
“Why didn’t you tell me before this at the pool?”
“Because,” said Sylvie, “I’m a little more jittery now.”
“Why?”
“Since I phoned Bunny to tell her I was getting calls.”
The ladies room conversation at their club I overheard.
“What calls?” I asked innocently.
“They were very disturbing,” said Sylvie.
“I started getting them too, right after Sylvie told me about hers,” said Bunny. “It’s alarming to say the least.”
The first thing I asked was, “Male or female?”
They glanced at each other, then back at me.
“Why ask that?” Sylvie asked.
“Because it might be important.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Bunny. “We don’t have a clue.”
“Why not?”
“No one spoke, that’s why.”
“What do you mean, no one spoke?”
“All they did was breathe heavily,” said Sylvie, “then they hung up while I was still asking who it was.”
“Did you see someone that night?”
“We didn’t see anyone, just each other,” said Bunny.
“But I found this,” said Sylvie, opening up her hand and giving me some kind of business card.
It was for the Down Under Club, the same as Mona’s.
Now that was curious.
Chapter 32
Flipping Over & Flipping Out
I turned the card over. An address was written on the back of it. I filed it to memory and handed it back to Sylvie.
“It should be easy for you to check out,” Sylvie added.
My brow raised in disbelief. “What do you mean, me ?”
“Of the three of us, you’ve had more experience. How can you expect us to? We might get hurt! Besides, you’re the sleuth, right? It might be an important clue.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Well…”
Sylvie pointed at the card. “It could’ve been dropped by whoever shot Marco. We’re afraid to be linked to this.”
“It’s also possible they saw you two.”
Both of them took a step back from me.
Sylvie’s hand flew to her throat. “You think so?”
“Sam’s right,” said Bunny. “Maybe they’re watching.”
Sylvie quickly glanced around. “You mean, right now?”
“Hey, relax,” I said. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Look,” said Sylvie. “A guy was shot in cold blood right next door, FBI, the police, and God knows who else were walking through here, and now we’re getting phone calls most likely because they think we know something…”
“…Or saw something,” I said.
“Why did they write that address down?” Sylvie asked.
“Maybe that’s who hired them,” said Bunny.
“That’s a
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