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get back. They’d like to bring Miriam out here for a session, so we’ll see them soon.”
Ruth nodded. She then turned to Arthur. “So what were in the papers you dug up, Artie?”
He rolled his eyes in Michael’s direction. “We’re still not sure what they mean.”
“Just a bunch of personal papers, such as those you’d find in someone’s home and wallet—or safe deposit box,” Michael explained.
“Who do they belong to?” Laura asked.
Arthur winced. “It appears to be about half-dozen different people.”
“Seven. Wasn’t it seven?” Michael corrected.
Arthur nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right. Driver licenses, social security cards, a will, insurance papers, state welfare paperwork, a hospital bill… things like that.”
“For men? Women? What ages?” Gail asked.
“Different ages,” Michael said. “Men and one woman.”
Laura looked from Michael to Arthur. “So who were they?”
“I don’t know; what were the names, Arthur?” Michael asked. “I remember Marshall, Gibbs… ”
“Simpson,” Suzette said, “my maternal grandparents’ name. Oh yes, and Cobos.”
Savannah was quiet for a moment then said, “I wonder what information we could find about this place at the library and the museum. I mean, what went on here? What kind of people lived here before the Peytons?”
“Good idea,” Suzette said. “And maybe we could discover something about the people those papers belong to.” She leaned forward. “Oh, there were some pay stubs. We should be able to find out something about that man through his former employer.”
“If the company still exists,” Savannah remarked.
Suzette nodded, then turned to Arthur. “Wanna go to the library?”
“Yeah, but I told Ruthie I’d help at the sale tomorrow—it’s the weekend and they expect a lot of people. Hey, why don’t you and Savannah go?”
The two women looked at each other. “Sure. Sounds fun,” Savannah said. “Michael could you watch… ”
He shook his head. “Can’t entertain Lily tomorrow; it’s conference day, remember? Rags and I have to work.”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, we can take her with us.”
“Sure, I can help with her. She’s such a good baby,” Suzette said.
“Uh-oh,” Savannah said. “Michael will have the car.”
“Not a problem,” Arthur said. “We have cars here—take your pick.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. “A low, sleek sports car would be nice. Or a classy town car.” She tilted her head and asked, “Arthur, are you driving now?”
He nodded. “Got my license last week. How about that?”
“Well, congratulations,” she said. “What car do you drive?”
“A Jeep SUV, mostly. Want to take it tomorrow?”
“Sure. That’s perfect. Thanks.”
****
“You know your way around the city pretty well,” Suzette said as she rode with Savannah toward the library.
“Not really. But we have been to this library before.” Savannah glanced at Suzette. “… to do research on the mansion, actually.”
“It is an interesting place, with many stories, it seems.”
“Evidently so,” Savannah agreed. She spoke more quietly when she said, “I’d sure like to know what it was that freaked Rochelle out last night, wouldn’t you?”
Suzette nodded. “Yes, I wonder what that was all about. I’ve never known anyone who was… sensitive like that—you know, to… perhaps, otherworldly vibes or whatever. Have you?”
“My friend Iris is into woo-woo stuff, but I don’t know if she is… as you said… a ‘sensitive’ like Rochelle is.” She then asked, “Hey, Suzette, did you call that company we have the paystubs for?”
Suzette sat forward in the seat. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “After getting quite a runaround, I talked to a long-time employee of Carberry Products and she actually remembers a young man named Jeffry Gibbs who worked there briefly in the mid 1970s. She said she had a date with him, but he never showed up. By then, he had quit to take
Ruth nodded. She then turned to Arthur. “So what were in the papers you dug up, Artie?”
He rolled his eyes in Michael’s direction. “We’re still not sure what they mean.”
“Just a bunch of personal papers, such as those you’d find in someone’s home and wallet—or safe deposit box,” Michael explained.
“Who do they belong to?” Laura asked.
Arthur winced. “It appears to be about half-dozen different people.”
“Seven. Wasn’t it seven?” Michael corrected.
Arthur nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right. Driver licenses, social security cards, a will, insurance papers, state welfare paperwork, a hospital bill… things like that.”
“For men? Women? What ages?” Gail asked.
“Different ages,” Michael said. “Men and one woman.”
Laura looked from Michael to Arthur. “So who were they?”
“I don’t know; what were the names, Arthur?” Michael asked. “I remember Marshall, Gibbs… ”
“Simpson,” Suzette said, “my maternal grandparents’ name. Oh yes, and Cobos.”
Savannah was quiet for a moment then said, “I wonder what information we could find about this place at the library and the museum. I mean, what went on here? What kind of people lived here before the Peytons?”
“Good idea,” Suzette said. “And maybe we could discover something about the people those papers belong to.” She leaned forward. “Oh, there were some pay stubs. We should be able to find out something about that man through his former employer.”
“If the company still exists,” Savannah remarked.
Suzette nodded, then turned to Arthur. “Wanna go to the library?”
“Yeah, but I told Ruthie I’d help at the sale tomorrow—it’s the weekend and they expect a lot of people. Hey, why don’t you and Savannah go?”
The two women looked at each other. “Sure. Sounds fun,” Savannah said. “Michael could you watch… ”
He shook his head. “Can’t entertain Lily tomorrow; it’s conference day, remember? Rags and I have to work.”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, we can take her with us.”
“Sure, I can help with her. She’s such a good baby,” Suzette said.
“Uh-oh,” Savannah said. “Michael will have the car.”
“Not a problem,” Arthur said. “We have cars here—take your pick.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. “A low, sleek sports car would be nice. Or a classy town car.” She tilted her head and asked, “Arthur, are you driving now?”
He nodded. “Got my license last week. How about that?”
“Well, congratulations,” she said. “What car do you drive?”
“A Jeep SUV, mostly. Want to take it tomorrow?”
“Sure. That’s perfect. Thanks.”
****
“You know your way around the city pretty well,” Suzette said as she rode with Savannah toward the library.
“Not really. But we have been to this library before.” Savannah glanced at Suzette. “… to do research on the mansion, actually.”
“It is an interesting place, with many stories, it seems.”
“Evidently so,” Savannah agreed. She spoke more quietly when she said, “I’d sure like to know what it was that freaked Rochelle out last night, wouldn’t you?”
Suzette nodded. “Yes, I wonder what that was all about. I’ve never known anyone who was… sensitive like that—you know, to… perhaps, otherworldly vibes or whatever. Have you?”
“My friend Iris is into woo-woo stuff, but I don’t know if she is… as you said… a ‘sensitive’ like Rochelle is.” She then asked, “Hey, Suzette, did you call that company we have the paystubs for?”
Suzette sat forward in the seat. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “After getting quite a runaround, I talked to a long-time employee of Carberry Products and she actually remembers a young man named Jeffry Gibbs who worked there briefly in the mid 1970s. She said she had a date with him, but he never showed up. By then, he had quit to take
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