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But then she wasn't the one who had been hit over the head and knocked out. When Vicky dialed Mitchell's phone number, once again it rang and rang and then went to voice mail. Vicky frowned as she checked the number to make sure that it was correct.
"What could he be doing?" she wondered. Just for an instant she considered that maybe he had only told her to call him out of courtesy. Maybe he didn't really want to have to speak to her.
***
"Please sir, this is the second time she's called," Mitchell begged as he looked across the desk at his boss. The sheriff only shook his head and leveled his damning gaze on Mitchell.
"No we don't have time for yo u to make goo goo eyes with Ms. Braydon," he said gruffly. "We need to figure out who this killer is. I won't have him running loose through my city."
"Well , we've ruled out the chef Henry, and Bob's brother Larry, he was out of town at the time of the crime," he frowned as he looked back down at his phone. He hated ignoring Vicky's calls, but the sheriff had noticed their little hand holding session earlier in the day and had put his foot down about personal calls. "Really sir, I told Vicky to call me if she ran into any trouble, please can I just check in with her?" he pleaded.
"What kind of trouble do you think she ran into? " the sheriff asked with a smile. "Another ghost tattoo?"
"I'm sure she wasn't lying about that," Mitchell argued. He was really starting to lose his temper with the way the sheriff was talking about Vicky. He didn't like it when he disrespected her.
"I didn't say she was lying son," the sheriff corrected him in a fatherly tone. "I said she was mistaken. Nobody takes a whack like that on the noggin and gets up thinking straight. What are the chances that the killer has the same tattoo as Bob? What were they both part of the same secret club or something?" he chuckled as he shook his head.
Mitchell sighed as he looked back down at his phone. He could only hope that Vicky wasn't in any real trouble.
***
"I guess we're on our own," Vicky shrugged, feeling perplexed. She couldn't understand why Mitchell would tell her to call if he didn't intend to answer the phone.
"That's al l right," Aunt Ida insisted with a purr in her tone. "We can handle this all by ourselves. All we need to do is figure out what this key opens."
Vicky studied it intently. She could tell by its size and shape that it opened a small lock.
"I know!" Vicky suddenly said as she jumped up from the couch. "Maybe it goes to one of the safety deposit boxes that we keep in the inn's safe. We offer it to our guests as a way to store their valuables. I didn't think that Bob had one, but this looks to be about the right size.
"Well, let's go check it out!" Aunt Ida insisted. They headed for the back office behind the front desk of the lobby where the safe was kept. Sarah had chosen to stay home for the day since they had very few guests remaining. Vicky knew it was likely because Phil had insisted he didn't want her anywhere near a murderer who might still be at large. They checked carefully for any sign of Timothy before they stepped out into the lobby.
"Look, there he goes!" Vicky pointed out the front window of the lobby. Timothy was striding quickly towards his car. Vicky couldn't help but wonder where he was going, but she was glad that he was leaving.
"Good riddance, maybe he won't come back," Aunt Ida said with a huff. "Even if he is handsome, that doesn't excuse him from being a maniac,” she said sternly.
"I wouldn't think so," Vicky said trying to hide a smile at her Aunt's dramatic statement. They hurried into the office and closed the door behind them. Vicky knew the code to the safe so she unlocked it. When she opened the door of the safe she found the safety deposit boxes right where she expected them to be. It didn't look as if they had been disturbed in any way. She tried to slide the key into the lock on the first one, but it wouldn't go in.
"It doesn't fit," she
"What could he be doing?" she wondered. Just for an instant she considered that maybe he had only told her to call him out of courtesy. Maybe he didn't really want to have to speak to her.
***
"Please sir, this is the second time she's called," Mitchell begged as he looked across the desk at his boss. The sheriff only shook his head and leveled his damning gaze on Mitchell.
"No we don't have time for yo u to make goo goo eyes with Ms. Braydon," he said gruffly. "We need to figure out who this killer is. I won't have him running loose through my city."
"Well , we've ruled out the chef Henry, and Bob's brother Larry, he was out of town at the time of the crime," he frowned as he looked back down at his phone. He hated ignoring Vicky's calls, but the sheriff had noticed their little hand holding session earlier in the day and had put his foot down about personal calls. "Really sir, I told Vicky to call me if she ran into any trouble, please can I just check in with her?" he pleaded.
"What kind of trouble do you think she ran into? " the sheriff asked with a smile. "Another ghost tattoo?"
"I'm sure she wasn't lying about that," Mitchell argued. He was really starting to lose his temper with the way the sheriff was talking about Vicky. He didn't like it when he disrespected her.
"I didn't say she was lying son," the sheriff corrected him in a fatherly tone. "I said she was mistaken. Nobody takes a whack like that on the noggin and gets up thinking straight. What are the chances that the killer has the same tattoo as Bob? What were they both part of the same secret club or something?" he chuckled as he shook his head.
Mitchell sighed as he looked back down at his phone. He could only hope that Vicky wasn't in any real trouble.
***
"I guess we're on our own," Vicky shrugged, feeling perplexed. She couldn't understand why Mitchell would tell her to call if he didn't intend to answer the phone.
"That's al l right," Aunt Ida insisted with a purr in her tone. "We can handle this all by ourselves. All we need to do is figure out what this key opens."
Vicky studied it intently. She could tell by its size and shape that it opened a small lock.
"I know!" Vicky suddenly said as she jumped up from the couch. "Maybe it goes to one of the safety deposit boxes that we keep in the inn's safe. We offer it to our guests as a way to store their valuables. I didn't think that Bob had one, but this looks to be about the right size.
"Well, let's go check it out!" Aunt Ida insisted. They headed for the back office behind the front desk of the lobby where the safe was kept. Sarah had chosen to stay home for the day since they had very few guests remaining. Vicky knew it was likely because Phil had insisted he didn't want her anywhere near a murderer who might still be at large. They checked carefully for any sign of Timothy before they stepped out into the lobby.
"Look, there he goes!" Vicky pointed out the front window of the lobby. Timothy was striding quickly towards his car. Vicky couldn't help but wonder where he was going, but she was glad that he was leaving.
"Good riddance, maybe he won't come back," Aunt Ida said with a huff. "Even if he is handsome, that doesn't excuse him from being a maniac,” she said sternly.
"I wouldn't think so," Vicky said trying to hide a smile at her Aunt's dramatic statement. They hurried into the office and closed the door behind them. Vicky knew the code to the safe so she unlocked it. When she opened the door of the safe she found the safety deposit boxes right where she expected them to be. It didn't look as if they had been disturbed in any way. She tried to slide the key into the lock on the first one, but it wouldn't go in.
"It doesn't fit," she
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