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Authors: Millie Mack
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doing anything other than sorting Jamie’s papers. If I find something in the papers that looks like it could be related to Jamie’s death, I’m turning it over to the police.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it, and my offer still goes. If you need a place to work, I’ve an empty office. My secretarial staff would be available to help you do any cataloging. You could ship the whole studio lock, stock, and barrel to my office, and we could help you cut your sorting time.” He seemed excited with his plan.
“Thanks, Joel. I do appreciate the offer, and I may take you up on it. I’m not looking forward to spending any more time than necessary in the Faraday house. I’m going to start this afternoon and get some idea about the size of the job. Then I’ll let you know.”
“Great.” Joel seemed satisfied with her answer and insisted on paying for lunch.
After leaving the restaurant, Joel wanted to walk Carrie back to her car. But she convinced him she wanted to window shop before returning to her car. He kissed her on the cheek and she waved goodbye.
12
Carrie really didn’t want to window shop. She wanted to clear her head from the morning’s events. Both Joel and Simpson felt Jamie’s death may not have been accidental. Why didn’t the Faradays insist on finding out what really happened? With the Faraday money and influence, they could have demanded a thorough investigation from the authorities. No one was doing anything, but everyone was concerned about what would happen to her if she started an investigation into what Jamie was doing. Well, like it or not, she was going to follow Jamie’s trail and see where it led. And if she was going to accomplish anything, it would start back at the Faradays, going through Jamie’s papers. She ended her wandering and headed toward the parking garage.
On the way to the garage, she spotted a stationery store and decided to pick up some supplies for her cataloging. She purchased spiral notebooks, index cards, and pens in different colors. Even though she brought her laptop, she decided it might be easier to catalog the old-fashioned way with pen and paper. Later she could transfer the written information to her computer. This method would provide backup for her paper notes, which she was planning on mailing to her parents.
She left the store with her purchases and crossed the street to the garage. She waited with a group of people for the garage elevator to slowly make its way to the street level. After waiting what seemed an eternity, the elevator arrived. By the time the people in front of her entered, including a mother with a stroller, there was no room for her and several others. She looked around, saw the door for the stairs, and decided it would be quicker to take the steps to the fourth level, where she parked.
As Carrie was turning the corner to the fourth level, she heard the voices of two men. They didn’t seem to be moving but talking in the stairwell at the fourth floor. Carrie stopped in her tracks as she began to understand their words.
“Where is she now?”
“Don’t know. Followed her from the restaurant, and then she went in that store.” The man answering the questions had a slight accent. Carrie thought it might be Russian or Eastern European.
“Did she buy anything?” The other man’s voice was very soft and almost feminine.
“ Pens and paper. Then I followed her back here and left her at the elevator. Lots of people waiting. Maybe she didn’t get the first car.”
These men are talking about me! Carrie thought. She stood frozen afraid to move for fear the men would hear her.
“Maybe she forgot something at the store,” offered the man with the soft voice. “Let’s find out. You go down the steps. I’ll take the elevator down and then back up.”
Carrie knew she had only seconds. She forced her body to move. As quietly as she could, she went back down the few steps to the third-floor door. When she reached the third-floor
“Good. I’m glad to hear it, and my offer still goes. If you need a place to work, I’ve an empty office. My secretarial staff would be available to help you do any cataloging. You could ship the whole studio lock, stock, and barrel to my office, and we could help you cut your sorting time.” He seemed excited with his plan.
“Thanks, Joel. I do appreciate the offer, and I may take you up on it. I’m not looking forward to spending any more time than necessary in the Faraday house. I’m going to start this afternoon and get some idea about the size of the job. Then I’ll let you know.”
“Great.” Joel seemed satisfied with her answer and insisted on paying for lunch.
After leaving the restaurant, Joel wanted to walk Carrie back to her car. But she convinced him she wanted to window shop before returning to her car. He kissed her on the cheek and she waved goodbye.
12
Carrie really didn’t want to window shop. She wanted to clear her head from the morning’s events. Both Joel and Simpson felt Jamie’s death may not have been accidental. Why didn’t the Faradays insist on finding out what really happened? With the Faraday money and influence, they could have demanded a thorough investigation from the authorities. No one was doing anything, but everyone was concerned about what would happen to her if she started an investigation into what Jamie was doing. Well, like it or not, she was going to follow Jamie’s trail and see where it led. And if she was going to accomplish anything, it would start back at the Faradays, going through Jamie’s papers. She ended her wandering and headed toward the parking garage.
On the way to the garage, she spotted a stationery store and decided to pick up some supplies for her cataloging. She purchased spiral notebooks, index cards, and pens in different colors. Even though she brought her laptop, she decided it might be easier to catalog the old-fashioned way with pen and paper. Later she could transfer the written information to her computer. This method would provide backup for her paper notes, which she was planning on mailing to her parents.
She left the store with her purchases and crossed the street to the garage. She waited with a group of people for the garage elevator to slowly make its way to the street level. After waiting what seemed an eternity, the elevator arrived. By the time the people in front of her entered, including a mother with a stroller, there was no room for her and several others. She looked around, saw the door for the stairs, and decided it would be quicker to take the steps to the fourth level, where she parked.
As Carrie was turning the corner to the fourth level, she heard the voices of two men. They didn’t seem to be moving but talking in the stairwell at the fourth floor. Carrie stopped in her tracks as she began to understand their words.
“Where is she now?”
“Don’t know. Followed her from the restaurant, and then she went in that store.” The man answering the questions had a slight accent. Carrie thought it might be Russian or Eastern European.
“Did she buy anything?” The other man’s voice was very soft and almost feminine.
“ Pens and paper. Then I followed her back here and left her at the elevator. Lots of people waiting. Maybe she didn’t get the first car.”
These men are talking about me! Carrie thought. She stood frozen afraid to move for fear the men would hear her.
“Maybe she forgot something at the store,” offered the man with the soft voice. “Let’s find out. You go down the steps. I’ll take the elevator down and then back up.”
Carrie knew she had only seconds. She forced her body to move. As quietly as she could, she went back down the few steps to the third-floor door. When she reached the third-floor
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