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at least I hoped to see them soon.
If Detective Wilkes caught sight of the status Jocelyn just posted, that girl would surely be moved to the top of the suspect list. Why’d did people post such things publicly? Was this a cry for help?
I didn’t know whether she would respond, but I decided to send Jocelyn a message on Facebook.
Jocelyn, this is Eugeena Patterson. I met you on Sunday at Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home. It’s urgent you get in touch with me as soon as possible.
Chapter 11
About an hour went by and I was still looking at the Facebook. I can’t believe how you can waste hours just clicking and looking at other people’s Facebook pages. I was really wondering what Jocelyn had done that she thought was unforgivable. I just couldn’t wrap my head around murder. There was no doubt a woman was the shooter, but that wasn’t Jocelyn’s car over at the house. That was clue number two for me whether it made sense or not.
The more I thought about it, it felt like poor William was set up. Did the woman really want to buy Louise’s house or was she looking for a way to trap poor William for another reason? William wasn’t the most respectable guy. I suspected, even though I had never shared with Louise, that her boy was really a con artist. He could talk his way out of just about anything especially with his mother who seemed to dote on him just a bit too much. Now Mr. Hopkins wasn’t easily fooled, and I remembered Louise was worried that her husband was not very proud of William.
Bill Hopkins had good reason to suspect his son of not having much integrity.
I checked the time on my laptop and saw it was way after lunch. I went to the kitchen and fixed a peanut butter sandwich. As I gulped down the sandwich, I decided I better contact my oldest son first about William’s shooting. While Junior had his own family, he had taken the role of stepping into his father’s shoes seriously. A few months ago, I had a serious conversation with him about the safety of the neighborhood. If he found out about William’s death by some other way, he would certainly drive from Greenville to Charleston and give me that same lecture again.
As a successful, busy corporate lawyer, I usually wasn’t sure if Junior was in court or the office, so I tried calling his office first. As the phone ring, I kept wondering if Jocelyn would message me back on Facebook. She probably was thinking she needed to stay far away from
that cuckoo Eugeena Patterson
.
I mean I could technically be considered a stalker since I tracked her down.
My son’s secretary picked up the phone saving me from drifting into even more foolish thinking. “Ralph Patterson’s office.”
“Yes Aimee, this is his mother, Mrs. Eugeena Patterson. Is Mr. Patterson available?”
“Hello, Mrs. Patterson, it’s so good to hear from you. Let me check to see if Mr. Patterson is available.”
A few moments later, a deep voice boomed over the phone. “Mama, is everything all right?”
“Everything is okay here, but I thought I better call you before you found out.”
“Found out? Mama, that’s not good to hear. Now you have me alarmed.”
I gulped. I’ve had the opportunity to see my son arguing a case. He was quite the formidable opponent being a large man with a tendency for the dramatic. I braced myself because I knew Junior was going to turn that dramatic flair up a notch when he heard my news. “Now, Junior, I don’t need you to run up your blood pressure.”
I could picture Junior’s large frame taking a breath as he sighed. “That advice is not helping me, Mama, but I’m listening.”
“There was a tragic incident last night. William Hopkins is dead.”
“How? I just saw him a few weeks ago.”
I started to tell Junior the details of William’s shooting, but stopped. “What? Where did you see him?”
“That doesn’t matter now if the man’s dead, Mama.”
“Excuse me, but any clues to why the man was shot to death
If Detective Wilkes caught sight of the status Jocelyn just posted, that girl would surely be moved to the top of the suspect list. Why’d did people post such things publicly? Was this a cry for help?
I didn’t know whether she would respond, but I decided to send Jocelyn a message on Facebook.
Jocelyn, this is Eugeena Patterson. I met you on Sunday at Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home. It’s urgent you get in touch with me as soon as possible.
Chapter 11
About an hour went by and I was still looking at the Facebook. I can’t believe how you can waste hours just clicking and looking at other people’s Facebook pages. I was really wondering what Jocelyn had done that she thought was unforgivable. I just couldn’t wrap my head around murder. There was no doubt a woman was the shooter, but that wasn’t Jocelyn’s car over at the house. That was clue number two for me whether it made sense or not.
The more I thought about it, it felt like poor William was set up. Did the woman really want to buy Louise’s house or was she looking for a way to trap poor William for another reason? William wasn’t the most respectable guy. I suspected, even though I had never shared with Louise, that her boy was really a con artist. He could talk his way out of just about anything especially with his mother who seemed to dote on him just a bit too much. Now Mr. Hopkins wasn’t easily fooled, and I remembered Louise was worried that her husband was not very proud of William.
Bill Hopkins had good reason to suspect his son of not having much integrity.
I checked the time on my laptop and saw it was way after lunch. I went to the kitchen and fixed a peanut butter sandwich. As I gulped down the sandwich, I decided I better contact my oldest son first about William’s shooting. While Junior had his own family, he had taken the role of stepping into his father’s shoes seriously. A few months ago, I had a serious conversation with him about the safety of the neighborhood. If he found out about William’s death by some other way, he would certainly drive from Greenville to Charleston and give me that same lecture again.
As a successful, busy corporate lawyer, I usually wasn’t sure if Junior was in court or the office, so I tried calling his office first. As the phone ring, I kept wondering if Jocelyn would message me back on Facebook. She probably was thinking she needed to stay far away from
that cuckoo Eugeena Patterson
.
I mean I could technically be considered a stalker since I tracked her down.
My son’s secretary picked up the phone saving me from drifting into even more foolish thinking. “Ralph Patterson’s office.”
“Yes Aimee, this is his mother, Mrs. Eugeena Patterson. Is Mr. Patterson available?”
“Hello, Mrs. Patterson, it’s so good to hear from you. Let me check to see if Mr. Patterson is available.”
A few moments later, a deep voice boomed over the phone. “Mama, is everything all right?”
“Everything is okay here, but I thought I better call you before you found out.”
“Found out? Mama, that’s not good to hear. Now you have me alarmed.”
I gulped. I’ve had the opportunity to see my son arguing a case. He was quite the formidable opponent being a large man with a tendency for the dramatic. I braced myself because I knew Junior was going to turn that dramatic flair up a notch when he heard my news. “Now, Junior, I don’t need you to run up your blood pressure.”
I could picture Junior’s large frame taking a breath as he sighed. “That advice is not helping me, Mama, but I’m listening.”
“There was a tragic incident last night. William Hopkins is dead.”
“How? I just saw him a few weeks ago.”
I started to tell Junior the details of William’s shooting, but stopped. “What? Where did you see him?”
“That doesn’t matter now if the man’s dead, Mama.”
“Excuse me, but any clues to why the man was shot to death
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