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introduced herself to me the other day. “And this is Elaine.” A young woman with long chestnut hair and thick glasses smiled at me shyly.
“Hi,” I said.
Marcia turned to me. “You’re all mixed up in this case now, huh?”
“Yeah. Well, no. Wait, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“You are certainly more mixed up in this case than most people,” Fiona said. They had formed a circle around me now.
“Were you scared when you found the body? I would have been really scared,” Elaine said. She looked like the type of girl who was scared of squirrels.
“Yeah, I guess.”
They all nodded.
“That makes sense,” Fiona said. “I could see how that could be scary.” She picked at a hangnail on her left index finger, digging into it absently.
“Did you throw up?” Elaine asked, her eyelids fluttering in a series of blinks that had to be a tic. “I’m sure that I would have thrown up.”
“I didn’t throw up, but the doorman did.”
“Willy threw up! We didn’t know that,” Marcia said, delighted with the new detail. “"He said that you threw up. But then again, you can never quite trust Willy for the truth.” The other dog-walkers murmured their agreement. “Philip said that he thought Willy was the one who threw up.” Marcia stated proudly.
“Who’s Philip?” I asked.
“You don’t know who Philip is?” Elaine said, her eyes wide.
“Philip is the manager at Ten House,” Marcia boasted.
“Oh, where the Maxims live?” I asked.
Fiona snickered.
“Am I missing something?”
“Stop it,” Marcia silenced Fiona. “The Ten house is more than just where the Maxims live. It is a very well-known building. It is a GB,” she said, her tone the same as my kindergarten teacher’s when she explained to me what story time was.
“A GB?”
“A Good Building,” Marcia told me patiently.
“Oh.”
“Only certain types of people are allowed to live there,” Fiona said, her hazel eyes following an unattractive mutt as it raced past us.
“Wealthy families with the right last names,” Marcia finished.
“Oh. I see,” I said.
“Eighty-Eight is a GB, too,” Elaine told me, trying to be helpful. I nodded and smiled so she’d know that I appreciated her gesture.
“Julen, Mrs. Saperstein’s—”I trailed off.
“Mrs. Saperstein’s lover,” Marcia said. “Don’t worry; it’s not a secret. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Jackie was using him to get back at Joseph.”
“Do you guys know who Mr. Saperstein was sleeping with?”
“Only rumors,” Fiona told me.
“What kind of rumors?”
“Well, I’m not one to gossip,” Marcia started, “but I’ve heard from several people it was a man,” she paused for dramatic effect, “and that his name was Charlie.”
“Has anyone told the detective this?” I wanted to know.
“He has not come to speak with me,” Marcia said. “A foolish mistake.”
“What can you tell me about Detective Mulberry?” I asked the group.
“I think he lives in the neighborhood,” Fiona said.
“Is he a good detective? I mean, does he have a good reputation?” I asked.
“He gets the job done. But he does it dirty,” Marcia said. “He has been reprimanded more than once for breaking procedure.” She looked around and continued in a whisper as loud as her speaking voice, “In other words, he has no problem with beating confessions out of people.”
“How is he still on the force then?” I asked.
Marcia snorted out a laugh, which caused Elaine to giggle. “You don’t have much experience with cops, do you?” Marcia asked me.
“I’ve never been arrested, if that’s what you mean.”
“You ever hung out with cops?”
“No.”
“There are some really good ones. That Officer Doyle, he is a true gentleman.” All of the women nodded.
“I met him,” I said. “He was really nice. He took my statement when—”I trailed off again.
“We know dear, we know,” Marcia
“Hi,” I said.
Marcia turned to me. “You’re all mixed up in this case now, huh?”
“Yeah. Well, no. Wait, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“You are certainly more mixed up in this case than most people,” Fiona said. They had formed a circle around me now.
“Were you scared when you found the body? I would have been really scared,” Elaine said. She looked like the type of girl who was scared of squirrels.
“Yeah, I guess.”
They all nodded.
“That makes sense,” Fiona said. “I could see how that could be scary.” She picked at a hangnail on her left index finger, digging into it absently.
“Did you throw up?” Elaine asked, her eyelids fluttering in a series of blinks that had to be a tic. “I’m sure that I would have thrown up.”
“I didn’t throw up, but the doorman did.”
“Willy threw up! We didn’t know that,” Marcia said, delighted with the new detail. “"He said that you threw up. But then again, you can never quite trust Willy for the truth.” The other dog-walkers murmured their agreement. “Philip said that he thought Willy was the one who threw up.” Marcia stated proudly.
“Who’s Philip?” I asked.
“You don’t know who Philip is?” Elaine said, her eyes wide.
“Philip is the manager at Ten House,” Marcia boasted.
“Oh, where the Maxims live?” I asked.
Fiona snickered.
“Am I missing something?”
“Stop it,” Marcia silenced Fiona. “The Ten house is more than just where the Maxims live. It is a very well-known building. It is a GB,” she said, her tone the same as my kindergarten teacher’s when she explained to me what story time was.
“A GB?”
“A Good Building,” Marcia told me patiently.
“Oh.”
“Only certain types of people are allowed to live there,” Fiona said, her hazel eyes following an unattractive mutt as it raced past us.
“Wealthy families with the right last names,” Marcia finished.
“Oh. I see,” I said.
“Eighty-Eight is a GB, too,” Elaine told me, trying to be helpful. I nodded and smiled so she’d know that I appreciated her gesture.
“Julen, Mrs. Saperstein’s—”I trailed off.
“Mrs. Saperstein’s lover,” Marcia said. “Don’t worry; it’s not a secret. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Jackie was using him to get back at Joseph.”
“Do you guys know who Mr. Saperstein was sleeping with?”
“Only rumors,” Fiona told me.
“What kind of rumors?”
“Well, I’m not one to gossip,” Marcia started, “but I’ve heard from several people it was a man,” she paused for dramatic effect, “and that his name was Charlie.”
“Has anyone told the detective this?” I wanted to know.
“He has not come to speak with me,” Marcia said. “A foolish mistake.”
“What can you tell me about Detective Mulberry?” I asked the group.
“I think he lives in the neighborhood,” Fiona said.
“Is he a good detective? I mean, does he have a good reputation?” I asked.
“He gets the job done. But he does it dirty,” Marcia said. “He has been reprimanded more than once for breaking procedure.” She looked around and continued in a whisper as loud as her speaking voice, “In other words, he has no problem with beating confessions out of people.”
“How is he still on the force then?” I asked.
Marcia snorted out a laugh, which caused Elaine to giggle. “You don’t have much experience with cops, do you?” Marcia asked me.
“I’ve never been arrested, if that’s what you mean.”
“You ever hung out with cops?”
“No.”
“There are some really good ones. That Officer Doyle, he is a true gentleman.” All of the women nodded.
“I met him,” I said. “He was really nice. He took my statement when—”I trailed off again.
“We know dear, we know,” Marcia
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