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Walter. He said he
couldn’t remember unlocking or locking the freezer that night. He also said
that someone got ahold of the principal and he was on his way back from
vacation a few days early.
    I hung up, called Lou, told him what I knew. Since it
was still early, I told him I’d Wii and shower before I picked him up. After a
“Good for you,” I hung up. I wasn’t sure if Lou was glad I was going to Wii, or
shower. Probably both. Since Lou is an early riser, I assumed that he’d already
done both.
     
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    Lou opened the door to Lightning, sat down and buckled
himself.
    “Jennifer Garner.”
    “No, Cy Dekker, and you are…”
    “I mean Jennifer Garner were the words I received this
morning.”
    “Well, who in the world is Jennifer Garner? Is God
trying to fix you up with someone?”
    “No, I think He thinks I’m best suited for Thelma
Lou.”
    “I don’t know if you’re best suited for anyone, but if
there is someone for you, it’s Thelma Lou.”
    “Maybe this Garner dame is someone God wants to fix
you up with.”
    “And maybe she was someone who was at the reunion who
saw someone close and lock the freezer door. We’ll see if anyone knows her. If
not, I’ll Google her when I get home. Maybe she was the homecoming queen at
County.”
    Lou’s thoughts for the day appeared to be God’s subtle
influence in helping us solve each case. Occasionally, the clues were easy to
figure out, but sometimes they were tough. This was a tough one for me. All I
know is that each time someone is murdered Lou always gets a thought that has
something to do with the murder. I call them his messages from God, even though
Lou hears no voice.
    I thought about who this mystery woman was until Lou
changed the subject to the Wii, a word I used to detest. He inquired about what
exercises I’d done that morning, and how much weight I’d lost. I actually
beamed when I told him I’d lost another four-tenths of a pound. Had the Wii or
my new diet taken over my brain?
     
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    It was only our second day on this case, so I had to
tug hard on the wheel to keep Lightning from turning toward the Blue Moon after
I picked up Lou.
    “According to Frank, Rose Ellen Calvert works at the
library. They’ve been open for a few minutes. What say we drop by the library
and pay her a visit?”
    “As you wish Ol’ Getting Skinny One.”
    “Remember not to say anything to anyone else.”
    “Oh, from what I heard, the guys downtown already know
about it.”
    “They don’t know about my new eating regimen and my
Wii Fit, do they?”
    “I don’t think so. I know I haven’t said anything.”
     
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    We arrived at the library. I hoped they had some place
where we could talk to Rose Ellen Calvert without everyone hearing what I had
to say. Maybe some place in the library where I wouldn’t have to be quiet, and
no one would know what we talked about. As it turned out, it didn’t matter.
Miss Calvert was off that day, so I perused my notes and found her home
address. She lived just around the corner from the library.
    I drove around the corner and parked. We could have
walked from the library, but I prefer to get my exercise in the air-conditioned
confines of my home. We pulled up in front of a modest brick home, got out of
the car, looked at the house, and wondered if someone was looking back at us. I
went up to the door and knocked. A few seconds later, a plain-looking woman
answered the door. She was on the slender side, and on second glance, you could
tell that she could have looked a lot better if she had done something with
herself, like change her hairstyle and wear some make-up. But then who am I to
tell people how they should look? Still, I couldn’t help but think that if
she’d change her wardrobe, fix her hair differently, wore some makeup, and
traded her ugly looking glasses for a pair or contacts, she might have been
worth looking at, even if she still didn’t come up to Wonder Woman status.
    “Are you Miss