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“Mama, are you saying William was killed next door to you?”
I couldn’t see him, but I’m pretty sure Junior just lifted himself off his seat. I said quietly, “I wasn’t in danger. Amos was here.”
“I’m glad Mr. Amos was there to help protect you, but we don’t need you getting yourself into trouble again, Mama.”
I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t told Junior everything, but at this point, I needed to re-read that little blog post I wrote earlier about stress. “You touch base with Amos, if you want. Everything is fine, so there’s no need for you to be blowing your top at work.”
Junior sighed deeply as if disappointed in me. “I just want you to be careful, Mama.”
“Don’t worry about me. Look, if you get a chance to find out the name of that company or anything else about this Jake fellow, let me know. I need to check on Louise now.”
“Alright, Mama. I will see what I can do. Goodbye.”
I hung up the phone thinking I need to warn Amos that Junior was going to call. Quite frankly I didn’t realize either of my sons had Amos’ phone number.
I picked the phone back up and dialed the nursing home. A voice answered that sounded familiar to me. “Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home, this is Jacqueline Saunders speaking, how may I help you?”
“Yes, Mrs. Saunders I ran into you yesterday. I wanted to check on Louise Hopkins to see how she was doing today.”
It sounded like the nursing home director was talking to someone else.
“Mrs. Saunders, are you still there?”
“Yes, Mrs. Patterson, it was good to meet you yesterday. I’m sorry but Mrs. Hopkins won’t be able to take visitors for a while. She’s really been distraught and we’re watching her carefully.”
I frowned. “Oh my! I hate to hear that. Well, when can I come to see her?”
“Why don’t you check back in a few days? Maybe you would like to view our facilities. We have so many new improvements for our residents. Oh! There’s another call. Thank you for calling Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home.”
I heard a click in my ear. I stared at the phone.
Was that woman trying to sell me something?
I put the phone down.
I know I left Louise in a pretty bad state yesterday, but I was feeling a bit alarmed that I couldn’t see her. My first instinct was to call back or better yet drive over to the nursing home. But then I remembered Louise’s distraught face and her calling out for August yesterday. It was probably best not to upset her any further.
I might not be able to see Louise at the moment, but I could certainly do what I could to find answers about her son’s death. Since I wasn’t one to sit around and twiddle my thumbs, I knew just the person to go visit instead.
Chapter 12
My first thought after I parked at the Charleston Police Department was that I might should have consulted with Amos about what I was about to do. As I climbed out of the car, I told myself I knew exactly what I was doing because Amos would have calmly talked me out of going to talk to Detective Wilkes. He would have warned me how she wouldn’t share any information and how I should let
her
handle the case.
I had no issues with any of those suggestions. I was left with the feeling that Detective Wilkes had some other ideas that could waste valuable time. She didn’t have a good understanding of the victim. I believed William, unknowingly, invited his killer to take advantage of him. I just couldn’t come up with the motive. William had been floating around Lord knows where like an overgrown Peter Pan for well over a decade. Why suddenly decide it was time to grow up? What was the investment and who was this partner?
I also had other questions. Was William planning to stay here in Charleston after all these years? Once again I questioned why he put Louise in the nursing home, and why sell a house that’s been in his family for years?
I entered the police station and went to the front desk. A short officer leaned across
“Mama, are you saying William was killed next door to you?”
I couldn’t see him, but I’m pretty sure Junior just lifted himself off his seat. I said quietly, “I wasn’t in danger. Amos was here.”
“I’m glad Mr. Amos was there to help protect you, but we don’t need you getting yourself into trouble again, Mama.”
I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t told Junior everything, but at this point, I needed to re-read that little blog post I wrote earlier about stress. “You touch base with Amos, if you want. Everything is fine, so there’s no need for you to be blowing your top at work.”
Junior sighed deeply as if disappointed in me. “I just want you to be careful, Mama.”
“Don’t worry about me. Look, if you get a chance to find out the name of that company or anything else about this Jake fellow, let me know. I need to check on Louise now.”
“Alright, Mama. I will see what I can do. Goodbye.”
I hung up the phone thinking I need to warn Amos that Junior was going to call. Quite frankly I didn’t realize either of my sons had Amos’ phone number.
I picked the phone back up and dialed the nursing home. A voice answered that sounded familiar to me. “Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home, this is Jacqueline Saunders speaking, how may I help you?”
“Yes, Mrs. Saunders I ran into you yesterday. I wanted to check on Louise Hopkins to see how she was doing today.”
It sounded like the nursing home director was talking to someone else.
“Mrs. Saunders, are you still there?”
“Yes, Mrs. Patterson, it was good to meet you yesterday. I’m sorry but Mrs. Hopkins won’t be able to take visitors for a while. She’s really been distraught and we’re watching her carefully.”
I frowned. “Oh my! I hate to hear that. Well, when can I come to see her?”
“Why don’t you check back in a few days? Maybe you would like to view our facilities. We have so many new improvements for our residents. Oh! There’s another call. Thank you for calling Hillcrest Manor Nursing Home.”
I heard a click in my ear. I stared at the phone.
Was that woman trying to sell me something?
I put the phone down.
I know I left Louise in a pretty bad state yesterday, but I was feeling a bit alarmed that I couldn’t see her. My first instinct was to call back or better yet drive over to the nursing home. But then I remembered Louise’s distraught face and her calling out for August yesterday. It was probably best not to upset her any further.
I might not be able to see Louise at the moment, but I could certainly do what I could to find answers about her son’s death. Since I wasn’t one to sit around and twiddle my thumbs, I knew just the person to go visit instead.
Chapter 12
My first thought after I parked at the Charleston Police Department was that I might should have consulted with Amos about what I was about to do. As I climbed out of the car, I told myself I knew exactly what I was doing because Amos would have calmly talked me out of going to talk to Detective Wilkes. He would have warned me how she wouldn’t share any information and how I should let
her
handle the case.
I had no issues with any of those suggestions. I was left with the feeling that Detective Wilkes had some other ideas that could waste valuable time. She didn’t have a good understanding of the victim. I believed William, unknowingly, invited his killer to take advantage of him. I just couldn’t come up with the motive. William had been floating around Lord knows where like an overgrown Peter Pan for well over a decade. Why suddenly decide it was time to grow up? What was the investment and who was this partner?
I also had other questions. Was William planning to stay here in Charleston after all these years? Once again I questioned why he put Louise in the nursing home, and why sell a house that’s been in his family for years?
I entered the police station and went to the front desk. A short officer leaned across
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