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long hours at work. Leo could work all day and forget to eat. That was probably why there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Thanks to Vanessa for reminding me that I had gained a little more than baby weight.
"Don't worry. I had a sandwich before I left Mississippi. Nate, one of the pilots, wanted to talk to me, so we had lunch together."
"That's good. I had another one of those dreams."
"What dreams?"
"You know, one of those dreams." There was soft laughter on the other end.
"Oh," he said knowingly. "One of those dreams."
I hurried to correct him. "No! Not one of those."
"Darn. I was hoping you were going to tell me about it."
"The next one I have, I promise you'll be the first to know."
"The first?"
"Whoops. The only one to know."
"So what did you dream about?"
"I had a visit from Vanessa Markham."
"The Vanessa Markham who was murdered?"
"That's the one. She sort of thanked me for finding her killer."
"That was kind of her."
"And then she said something about things we hide from each other. Oh, and she said I was fat."
"… Yeah. Hey Bets, I have to go. The storm’s picking up and I need to concentrate. Talk to you later."
There's nothing like telling other people your dreams to get them to hang up the phone quickly, I thought. Still, though, I couldn't get Vanessa Markham's face out of my memory. She was a pain in life and it looked as if death hadn’t changed her.
With the phone still in my hand, I decided to call Rocky and talk to him about my city council piece. Maybe talking to Rocky would wipe Vanessa out of my head.
"It's about time you called me," Rocky said a few minutes later.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm running a little late. I'm moving pretty slowly these days."
"Understandable."
"I have the city council grill-off piece finished. I can email it over to you in the next hour."
"So how was your experience interviewing the candidates? Get any good stuff?"
"Well, I collected a couple of recipes, which is why you sent me on the interviews."
"Yes, I know, but we could use some better dirt to spice up this race. People are holed up inside their houses under the air conditioners, and once the hurricane blows through life in this town will go back to boring. I have to fill up a newspaper, you know."
"I know."
"So, what did you pick up on with these two guys? Who was more helpful? Who did you like more? Anything we can use to pit one against the other? Give me the scoop."
I debated what to say. I could tell him about seeing Digby at the motel, or I could keep it to myself. Maybe he already knew about Digby and was just trying to see if I knew?
"That Digby fellow is as slippery as they come," he said. That was it. He did know. In a town this small, an affair would be difficult to hide.
"So you know?"
"Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific."
"You know? About Baxter Digby?"
Rocky paused for a moment and then continued. "Of course. Just tell me what you know, and I’ll tell you what I know."
"Come off of it, Rocky. Either you know or you don’t."
"You first."
I was beginning to think Rocky didn’t know anything about Baxter Digby and the motel. He was just trying to trick me into saying it.
"Now you have to tell me," Rocky said.
"No, I don’t."
"Yes, you do. You’re sitting on top of something about Digby."
I sighed, giving in to him. "I’m probably jumping to conclusions, but I’ve seen his car at the Super Stay Motel twice in the last two days, right at lunch time."
I could hear Rocky’s chair squeak as he leaned back. "Isn't this interesting? Did you see anybody with him?"
"Rocky, I didn't even see him. I only saw his car."
"That's good enough for me." Waves of guilt started washing over me. What if Rocky ran with this and embarrassed Baxter Digby, or worse, embarrassed his wife? I should've kept quiet about it.
"You have to promise me that even if you find out he is having an affair, you don't put it in the newspaper."
"I don't have to promise anything. News is news,
"Don't worry. I had a sandwich before I left Mississippi. Nate, one of the pilots, wanted to talk to me, so we had lunch together."
"That's good. I had another one of those dreams."
"What dreams?"
"You know, one of those dreams." There was soft laughter on the other end.
"Oh," he said knowingly. "One of those dreams."
I hurried to correct him. "No! Not one of those."
"Darn. I was hoping you were going to tell me about it."
"The next one I have, I promise you'll be the first to know."
"The first?"
"Whoops. The only one to know."
"So what did you dream about?"
"I had a visit from Vanessa Markham."
"The Vanessa Markham who was murdered?"
"That's the one. She sort of thanked me for finding her killer."
"That was kind of her."
"And then she said something about things we hide from each other. Oh, and she said I was fat."
"… Yeah. Hey Bets, I have to go. The storm’s picking up and I need to concentrate. Talk to you later."
There's nothing like telling other people your dreams to get them to hang up the phone quickly, I thought. Still, though, I couldn't get Vanessa Markham's face out of my memory. She was a pain in life and it looked as if death hadn’t changed her.
With the phone still in my hand, I decided to call Rocky and talk to him about my city council piece. Maybe talking to Rocky would wipe Vanessa out of my head.
"It's about time you called me," Rocky said a few minutes later.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm running a little late. I'm moving pretty slowly these days."
"Understandable."
"I have the city council grill-off piece finished. I can email it over to you in the next hour."
"So how was your experience interviewing the candidates? Get any good stuff?"
"Well, I collected a couple of recipes, which is why you sent me on the interviews."
"Yes, I know, but we could use some better dirt to spice up this race. People are holed up inside their houses under the air conditioners, and once the hurricane blows through life in this town will go back to boring. I have to fill up a newspaper, you know."
"I know."
"So, what did you pick up on with these two guys? Who was more helpful? Who did you like more? Anything we can use to pit one against the other? Give me the scoop."
I debated what to say. I could tell him about seeing Digby at the motel, or I could keep it to myself. Maybe he already knew about Digby and was just trying to see if I knew?
"That Digby fellow is as slippery as they come," he said. That was it. He did know. In a town this small, an affair would be difficult to hide.
"So you know?"
"Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific."
"You know? About Baxter Digby?"
Rocky paused for a moment and then continued. "Of course. Just tell me what you know, and I’ll tell you what I know."
"Come off of it, Rocky. Either you know or you don’t."
"You first."
I was beginning to think Rocky didn’t know anything about Baxter Digby and the motel. He was just trying to trick me into saying it.
"Now you have to tell me," Rocky said.
"No, I don’t."
"Yes, you do. You’re sitting on top of something about Digby."
I sighed, giving in to him. "I’m probably jumping to conclusions, but I’ve seen his car at the Super Stay Motel twice in the last two days, right at lunch time."
I could hear Rocky’s chair squeak as he leaned back. "Isn't this interesting? Did you see anybody with him?"
"Rocky, I didn't even see him. I only saw his car."
"That's good enough for me." Waves of guilt started washing over me. What if Rocky ran with this and embarrassed Baxter Digby, or worse, embarrassed his wife? I should've kept quiet about it.
"You have to promise me that even if you find out he is having an affair, you don't put it in the newspaper."
"I don't have to promise anything. News is news,
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