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Authors: Deb Baker
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Grandmothers, Upper Peninsula (Mich.), Johnson; Gertie (Fictitious Character)
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determined to talk right over the voices.
Pearl, whose fifteen minutes of fame ended with the news of the second death, pulled into the driveway at about two miles an hour. I watched her do a jerky park between my truck and Kitty’s rusted out Lincoln.
“Pearl, get your hinder in here,” Grandma called as Pearl walked in wearing a little pillbox hat on her head. “We have a porno tape going.”
“Goody,” Pearl said, stepping it up a bit. Grandma set down a cup and saucer in front of her, sloshing most of the coffee into the saucer.
“What’s the commotion?” Blaze said, rushing down the hall in his boxer shorts. He had his sheriff’s hat on top of his head and an empty holster across his bare shoulder.
“We’re holding ’em off,” Grandma said to get him going. “Where’s your weapon?”
She’s the meanest woman I’ve ever known.
“Sit down,” I told him. “We’re eating doughnuts.”
It’s a good thing I have a big kitchen table. The six of us perched around the table like a bunch of monkeys. Once everyone had sugar fixes and coffee, I rewound the tape. We all listened again.
“That’s Sylvester Stallone,” Blaze said, piping up. “He’s doing his Rocky character.” It was going to be one of those days.
“You’re right,” I said to keep him happy. “Blaze won the first prize. Now, who is the woman?”
“Play it one more time,” Pearl said. “I’ve heard that voice someplace before.”
“Is it a porno star?” Grandma said. “Because if it is, I don’t know any of them by name.”
“You don’t know any by sight either,” Pearl said.
“She’d sit up and fly right if I caught one. I wonder where my gun went.”
“It’s someone from around here,” Cora Mae offered. “She got a part playing the lead with Sylvester.”
“I didn’t hear anything about a movie star being in town.” Grandma clacked her teeth.
“Shhh, everybody.” I turned the volume up and replayed the tape.
“Not much to go on,” Kitty said. “She said a total of eight words.”
“They teaching you to count in that online class?” Grandma sneered. My friend and bodyguard had signed up for an online law degree class. Her goal was to get her state certificate to operate as a lawyer. The woman was book smart, no question about it.
But she didn’t have a ready retort for Grandma. The old woman threw so many balls from left field, it was easier to ignore her than to participate.
“Where’s my prize?” Blaze asked, looking around the room for a wrapped present.
“Have the last doughnut,” Cora Mae said. “That’s a good prize.”
“That’s one higgledy-piggledy tape,” Kitty said, sliding her smug and competitive eyes over to me to catch my reaction.
“Got me again, Kitty,” I conceded.
Chapter 10
MY AGENDA FOR THE DAY was to interview the people involved in the credit union heist. Pearl didn’t have anything new to add to her original sock-it-to-him story. I sent Kitty and Cora Mae to find Dickey in hopes they could pry information from him regarding the dead guy with the Kromer hat.
My two partners pulled out of the driveway with Cora Mae in the driver’s seat. “Good luck,” I called from the porch, hoping they survived.
Fred and I headed for the Trouble Buster truck, but we make it only halfway before being detected by the yard patrol. Guinea fowl flapped through the backyard like a carpet of locust, running as fast as they could on their scrawny legs. They circled Fred, pinning him in the center of the group and pecking his toes. He howled.
Last year, my first squawking flock consisted of six little guys, fluffy day-old keets with orange legs. They weren’t all little “guys,” since they’ve multiplied several times. They like to hide in tall grasses with their broods, depriving me of fried eggs. Instead, I get more of them to feed. It doesn’t seem fair.
Guineas coined the term “free-range.” Nothing can keep a guinea confined. They come and go as they please,
Pearl, whose fifteen minutes of fame ended with the news of the second death, pulled into the driveway at about two miles an hour. I watched her do a jerky park between my truck and Kitty’s rusted out Lincoln.
“Pearl, get your hinder in here,” Grandma called as Pearl walked in wearing a little pillbox hat on her head. “We have a porno tape going.”
“Goody,” Pearl said, stepping it up a bit. Grandma set down a cup and saucer in front of her, sloshing most of the coffee into the saucer.
“What’s the commotion?” Blaze said, rushing down the hall in his boxer shorts. He had his sheriff’s hat on top of his head and an empty holster across his bare shoulder.
“We’re holding ’em off,” Grandma said to get him going. “Where’s your weapon?”
She’s the meanest woman I’ve ever known.
“Sit down,” I told him. “We’re eating doughnuts.”
It’s a good thing I have a big kitchen table. The six of us perched around the table like a bunch of monkeys. Once everyone had sugar fixes and coffee, I rewound the tape. We all listened again.
“That’s Sylvester Stallone,” Blaze said, piping up. “He’s doing his Rocky character.” It was going to be one of those days.
“You’re right,” I said to keep him happy. “Blaze won the first prize. Now, who is the woman?”
“Play it one more time,” Pearl said. “I’ve heard that voice someplace before.”
“Is it a porno star?” Grandma said. “Because if it is, I don’t know any of them by name.”
“You don’t know any by sight either,” Pearl said.
“She’d sit up and fly right if I caught one. I wonder where my gun went.”
“It’s someone from around here,” Cora Mae offered. “She got a part playing the lead with Sylvester.”
“I didn’t hear anything about a movie star being in town.” Grandma clacked her teeth.
“Shhh, everybody.” I turned the volume up and replayed the tape.
“Not much to go on,” Kitty said. “She said a total of eight words.”
“They teaching you to count in that online class?” Grandma sneered. My friend and bodyguard had signed up for an online law degree class. Her goal was to get her state certificate to operate as a lawyer. The woman was book smart, no question about it.
But she didn’t have a ready retort for Grandma. The old woman threw so many balls from left field, it was easier to ignore her than to participate.
“Where’s my prize?” Blaze asked, looking around the room for a wrapped present.
“Have the last doughnut,” Cora Mae said. “That’s a good prize.”
“That’s one higgledy-piggledy tape,” Kitty said, sliding her smug and competitive eyes over to me to catch my reaction.
“Got me again, Kitty,” I conceded.
Chapter 10
MY AGENDA FOR THE DAY was to interview the people involved in the credit union heist. Pearl didn’t have anything new to add to her original sock-it-to-him story. I sent Kitty and Cora Mae to find Dickey in hopes they could pry information from him regarding the dead guy with the Kromer hat.
My two partners pulled out of the driveway with Cora Mae in the driver’s seat. “Good luck,” I called from the porch, hoping they survived.
Fred and I headed for the Trouble Buster truck, but we make it only halfway before being detected by the yard patrol. Guinea fowl flapped through the backyard like a carpet of locust, running as fast as they could on their scrawny legs. They circled Fred, pinning him in the center of the group and pecking his toes. He howled.
Last year, my first squawking flock consisted of six little guys, fluffy day-old keets with orange legs. They weren’t all little “guys,” since they’ve multiplied several times. They like to hide in tall grasses with their broods, depriving me of fried eggs. Instead, I get more of them to feed. It doesn’t seem fair.
Guineas coined the term “free-range.” Nothing can keep a guinea confined. They come and go as they please,
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