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Authors: Irving Munro
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faces in the room that Jimmy Rodriguez was not as well liked as he thought he was and that perhaps many thought him a loudmouth asshole. Bill Ross was one of those people.
They finished their drinks and headed to the parking lot to load up their vehicles and head home.
~
As Jimmy Rodriguez walked out the front door of the golf club he waved to a waiting black Lincoln Town Car parked off to the right of the parking lot. It started up and pulled over to the front of the entrance.
The driver jumped out grabbed Jimmy’s clubs and loaded them into the trunk. He then ran around the vehicle and opened the rear door for Jimmy to get in. As he did so his stylish black leather jacket fell open, flashing its Hugo Boss designer label.
Chapter 12: Latisha Williams
Elaine was preparing her famous chicken chili with homemade cornbread when they all arrived back at Bill and Elaine’s home after their day at Whispering Hollow. As they walked in the house was full of the aromas of onions, chili, cumin and cilantro, the perfect meal for a cold November night.
“So how was your day?” said Elaine as she lifted the steaming cornbread out of the oven. “Dinner in half an hour, so get what you need to drink from the fridge.”
“Want a beer, Marie? How about you, Shelly, can I get you something?” said Tommy, pulling a couple of Coronas from the fridge.
“I’ll have a Corona,” said Marie.
“I will too,” said Shelly.
Bill emerged from his bedroom. He had discarded his golf cloths and had freshened up. He now wore a pair of dark blue sweats with the Kilmarnock FC logo. He poured himself a glass of Glenmorangie and sat down at the dining room table. Tommy and Marie sat down next to him while Shelly took Claire off to give her a bath before dinner.
“Okay, a few minutes of debrief from our day before we settle down for dinner,” said Bill. “Elaine hates me talking shop around the dinner table, so let’s make it quick.”
“Did you see all the construction going on ever there?” said Marie.
“I did, Marie. There is some serious money being pumped in to those projects. The guys at the golf course today talked about the Chinese but I doubt they are doing this alone. My guess is that Garrison McMullen is in it and there are others for sure. One action item we need to take from today will be to look into the construction projects and the folks involved.”
“I agree, Dad,” said Tommy. “Marie and I talked to about fifty residents today and over half of them work on those construction projects; that’s why they weren’t home the other day, they were out on the site. They weren’t gone into Austin as the retired folks had said the last time we were there. They are all working right there at Venture Point.”
“So what did you find out about the death at Whispering Hollow?” asked Bill.
Marie pulled out her notes and gave him the report.
“Most of the folks we talked with gave us the disinformation story, that a homeless guy had set himself on fire and accidentally burned to death. There were a few who said that something needed to be done about the people who slept in the park. The vagrant problem seems larger than we first thought. I think we need to get down to the park at night and see who sleeps there. There may be homeless people still living there who might have seen something.”
“As Tommy said, we talked with over fifty people. The community is split into single-family homes and condos. We talked with three guys in the single-family homes who work as tradesman on the construction sites. Two of them were carpenters and one was an electrician. They saw nothing that night other than the fire trucks when they arrived.
“The person who made the 9-1-1 call was Sally Sessions; she lives on Point View Way overlooking the lake and Whispering Hollow. She and her husband, Jeff, have two young boys—Billy, who is sixteen, and George, who’ll soon be eighteen. Sally works in a bank in Lago Vista and Jeff
They finished their drinks and headed to the parking lot to load up their vehicles and head home.
~
As Jimmy Rodriguez walked out the front door of the golf club he waved to a waiting black Lincoln Town Car parked off to the right of the parking lot. It started up and pulled over to the front of the entrance.
The driver jumped out grabbed Jimmy’s clubs and loaded them into the trunk. He then ran around the vehicle and opened the rear door for Jimmy to get in. As he did so his stylish black leather jacket fell open, flashing its Hugo Boss designer label.
Chapter 12: Latisha Williams
Elaine was preparing her famous chicken chili with homemade cornbread when they all arrived back at Bill and Elaine’s home after their day at Whispering Hollow. As they walked in the house was full of the aromas of onions, chili, cumin and cilantro, the perfect meal for a cold November night.
“So how was your day?” said Elaine as she lifted the steaming cornbread out of the oven. “Dinner in half an hour, so get what you need to drink from the fridge.”
“Want a beer, Marie? How about you, Shelly, can I get you something?” said Tommy, pulling a couple of Coronas from the fridge.
“I’ll have a Corona,” said Marie.
“I will too,” said Shelly.
Bill emerged from his bedroom. He had discarded his golf cloths and had freshened up. He now wore a pair of dark blue sweats with the Kilmarnock FC logo. He poured himself a glass of Glenmorangie and sat down at the dining room table. Tommy and Marie sat down next to him while Shelly took Claire off to give her a bath before dinner.
“Okay, a few minutes of debrief from our day before we settle down for dinner,” said Bill. “Elaine hates me talking shop around the dinner table, so let’s make it quick.”
“Did you see all the construction going on ever there?” said Marie.
“I did, Marie. There is some serious money being pumped in to those projects. The guys at the golf course today talked about the Chinese but I doubt they are doing this alone. My guess is that Garrison McMullen is in it and there are others for sure. One action item we need to take from today will be to look into the construction projects and the folks involved.”
“I agree, Dad,” said Tommy. “Marie and I talked to about fifty residents today and over half of them work on those construction projects; that’s why they weren’t home the other day, they were out on the site. They weren’t gone into Austin as the retired folks had said the last time we were there. They are all working right there at Venture Point.”
“So what did you find out about the death at Whispering Hollow?” asked Bill.
Marie pulled out her notes and gave him the report.
“Most of the folks we talked with gave us the disinformation story, that a homeless guy had set himself on fire and accidentally burned to death. There were a few who said that something needed to be done about the people who slept in the park. The vagrant problem seems larger than we first thought. I think we need to get down to the park at night and see who sleeps there. There may be homeless people still living there who might have seen something.”
“As Tommy said, we talked with over fifty people. The community is split into single-family homes and condos. We talked with three guys in the single-family homes who work as tradesman on the construction sites. Two of them were carpenters and one was an electrician. They saw nothing that night other than the fire trucks when they arrived.
“The person who made the 9-1-1 call was Sally Sessions; she lives on Point View Way overlooking the lake and Whispering Hollow. She and her husband, Jeff, have two young boys—Billy, who is sixteen, and George, who’ll soon be eighteen. Sally works in a bank in Lago Vista and Jeff
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