“I heard he thinks Jo gunned for him,” Roger said. “The rumor going around is she put her hand out like superman and aimed right for him.”
I tried to roll my eyes, but the pills must have relaxed them and they wouldn’t cooperate. “I wasn’t aiming for him. I had my eyes closed.”
Tom had taken the brunt of my weight. I broke his collarbone and right arm.
Other than multiple bruises along the left side of my body, and a bump to the back of my head from the window sash, my only injury was a broken left wrist. I felt like I had been beaten with a baseball bat, so the painkillers were helpful, but I disliked taking them and would give them up as soon as I could manage the pain on my own.
“Did Benny get away?” Nancy asked.
“Nope,” Glenn said. “He might have until Jackie heard him say there were ways out of the bank no one knew about. Through all of her research since moving here, she knew the furnace section of the basement had a tunnel to the old bank records storage facility. The tunnel was one of the fallout shelters for the town in the sixties.”
“Is the storage facility still there?” Hank asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever noticed it.”
Glenn smiled. “Oh, it’s still there. But the records have long since been moved, and the building is now …”
He paused for dramatic effect, but Mama stole his thunder.
“It’s the hardware store,” she said. “Jackie called old man Lehman and told him to get his butt down to the tunnel and stop Benny when he came through. He sat in a lawn chair with a shotgun across his knees and waited.”
I hadn’t heard this bit of information yet. Mr. Lehman was every bit as old as Benny, but he was a tough old codger and would make good on his threat to shoot Benny if he didn’t wait for the police.
“Why doesn’t someone use the tunnel to break into the bank and steal the money?” Kelly asked.
“Both the bank and the hardware are locked at night, so it’s not easy access,” Glenn said. “And both have alarm systems, but even if someone did use the tunnel to get into the bank, what are they going to do then? The money is in a huge vault behind bars. It would be like trying to break into Fort Knox.”
Pepper’s cell phone rang. She excused herself to the kitchen to take the call. This was the third time her phone had rung since we sat down to dinner.
“What’s with all the phone calls?” I asked.
“It’s your red phone,” Buck said. “Pepper had the calls transferred to her cell phone in case the answering machine couldn’t handle all of them.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
“Nope,” Buck said. “Before we left The Broken Nine Iron last Friday, Pepper passed out her new business cards to everyone in the place and told them you were the lead investigator. Phone calls started coming in on Tuesday, and after word spread about what happened yesterday, the phone hasn’t stopped ringing.”
New business. And all for Two Sisters and a Journalist. The thought of working both businesses was overwhelming. Especially since I knew Arnie was going to retire and I would be responsible for the success of Baranski and Wheeler Investigations.
“Hey,” Hank said looking over at Glenn. “Speaking of phone calls, what happened after your call yesterday? What did you have to go to the station for?”
This was another bit of information I didn’t have yet. I had completely forgotten to ask Glenn why he had been called in for a meeting.
Glenn only half smiled. “I haven’t had a chance to talk with Jo about it yet. Maybe it should wait.”
I shook my head. “No. This is family. Go ahead and tell us. If you got transferred, we’ll figure out what to do.”
He laughed. “Not transferred. Promoted.”
Congratulations went up all around the table. Glenn held up his hand.
“Promoted if I want the job. That’s what I wanted to talk with Jo about. Sergeant Rorski is retiring in January.”
“Wow,” Keith said. “You’re being promoted to sergeant.”
“Not exactly. My title would be Chief of Police.”
“So, we’d call you Chief,” Roger said. “I like that.”
“What’s to think about?” I asked. “Less patrol work. More paperwork. Delegating to all the men. More money I presume.”
“Exactly,” Glenn said. “But that’s the problem. I like being out in the field. I like patrol work. I don’t like paperwork. I don’t want to listen to the guys complaining about partners and schedules. It seems like a job that provides constant heartburn along with the bigger paycheck. I don’t know if it’s worth it.”
“Don’t do it,” Hank said. “It definitely won’t be worth it, and you’ll never get away to come to Hawaii for vacations. Just say no.”
“I leave it ‘tirely up to you,” I said and stood from my chair. I was a little wobbly but managed to steady myself and head for the kitchen. I heard Roger ask who would get the job if he turned it down.
“Officer Collins would be our new Chief of Police,” he said.
I smiled. Good. Even though he saved my life, he deserved a good case of heartburn every now and then.
Pepper was saying goodbye when I opened the cupboard to grab a small plate and sneak a sliver of blueberry pie.
“Want one?” I asked, cutting a small wedge.
“Not yet. That was someone who wants us to find out if her husband is hiding money from her. I can’t believe people are calling on a holiday.”
“You shouldn’t be answering your phone. Let it all go to voice mail.”
“It’s not that big of a deal, and it’ll save me time later. I’m turning down some of the jobs, but I’m referring the rest to Barnaski and Wheeler.”
I was puzzled. “Why would you do that? I thought you were excited to have some cases of your own to work.”
She looked almost afraid of me when she said, “I was, but there’s so much work with you and Arnie, and I just don’t see how we’ll have time to work one or two cases of our own let alone ten or twenty, so … Jo … please don’t hate me … but I think we need to shut down Two Sisters and a Journalist.”
The bite of blueberry pie I was aiming at my mouth fell off my fork and down the front of my white holiday sweater to plop on the floor. Pepper was quick to grab a paper towel and attempt to clean the blueberry from my sweater. Of course, and as usual, she only made it worse and most likely permanently embedded the stain.
I grasped her by the shoulders – more to steady myself than to stop her. “Pepper, it’s ok. I think it’s a great idea to run everything through one business. We’ll still be two sisters working together, and the journalist will still help us when we need her.”
“That’s true,” she said, “but it’s hard to turn down the money. All those jobs would have helped with Kelly and Keith’s college fund.”
“I’m sure Arnie will give you a referral fee, and maybe I can talk him into giving you a small percentage of the business. You’re a good marketer, and I know you’ll keep business coming in, so I think he’ll work out something.’
“Maybe even a commission on new business I find?” she asked hopefully.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to him after the holidays.”
Pepper gave me a hug. “Thanks, Jo. You’re the best.” She pulled back and looked me in the eye. “You really are the best. You did a good job sticking with Oscar’s murder until you found the truth. You almost died twice, but you didn’t give up. I want to be just like you when I grow up.”
I did a few seconds of my silly jig from when we were kids. I nearly fell over from dizziness, and my wrist throbbed like crazy, but I managed to stay upright and laughed. “I hope we never grow up.”
We linked arms and walked back into the dining room.
“You didn’t eat your mashed tahs, but you sneaked into the pie,” Mama said.
“They’re cold now. I don’t wannem. Wannem.” I tried again. “I don’t want them.”
“Grandmama’s going back to
The Broken Nine Iron in two weeks,” Keith said. “Her entire routine is going to be about farts, and I’m going to help her write fart jokes.”
“Flatulence,” Mama said, correcting him. “Flatulence is funnier than farts, and I need true stories. True farts are funnier than fake farts.”
I looked at Pepper and Buck. Neither seemed to be bothered their son was helping his grandmother with fart jokes.
I shrugged my shoulders. I had to admit, in a bit of a sick way, I couldn’t wait to see her flatulence act. She was a hit last Friday night, and her delivery was spot on. She seemed to have perfect comedic timing. If anyone could pull off an entire set of fart jokes, Mama could.
I scooted my chair closer to Glenn. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I leaned my head against him.
“Don’t take the job,” I said. “Let’s go to Hawaii in January.”
He gave me a squeeze. “I think both of those are great ideas. Hank, are you and Nancy up for some company in January?”
Nancy squealed with delight. I couldn’t see her smile, because I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
Sounds of laughter, plans for Hawaii, Pepper’s excitement over all the new business for Baranski and Wheeler, and even Buck’s upcoming long haul to Oregon drifted in and out of my consciousness. A loud burp from Roger caused my eyes to open for just a second. I didn’t try to roll them, and I may have even smiled.
A wave of love for my family rushed over me. There was never a dull moment with this bunch. I couldn’t wait to see what was coming next.
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Glenn Wheeler’s Fruitcake Cookies
16 ounces pitted dates, coarsely chopped
4 ounces colored candied pineapple slices, cut n thick wedges
4 ounces candied red cherries, quartered
4 ounces toasted slivered almonds
½ cup whole Brazil nuts, thinly sliced
2 Tbls. Sherry
1 ¼ cups unsifted flour
½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. salt
½ cup butter, softened
¾ cup sugar
1 egg
In medium bowl, combine dates, pineapple, cherries, almonds, Brazil nuts, and sherry; mix well. Let stand at room temperature for one hour.
Sift flour with baking soda and salt; set aside.
In large bowl, with electric mixer at medium speed, beat butter, sugar, and egg until light and fluffy. Using a spoon, stir in flour mixture until well combined. Stir in fruit mixture.
Refrigerate, covered, a minimum of six hours or overnight.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease cookie sheets.
Drop dough by level tablespoons, two inches apart, onto prepared cookie sheets. If desired, decorate with bits of candied peel.
Bake on middle rack of oven for 14 minutes, or just until golden brown. Remove cookies to wire rack to cool completely. Store in airtight container.
Acknowledgements
As always, I want to give a huge thank you to my family for their patience, love, and assistance. A very special thank you to my husband for writing Mama’s bacon limerick.
My niece, Gillian Soltis, is a graduate of Columbus College of Art and Design and has been my cover artist from the beginning. I love her work and am grateful she has worked tirelessly to make every cover exactly as I envision.
Finally, a nod of appreciation to Guy Fleming and his short story, Crime’s Client, for inspiration when writing of the explosion at the bank.
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Murder Under Construction, Two Sisters and a Journalist #1
Murder Is Where the Heart Is, Two Sisters and a Journalist #2
Murder Welcomes You to Buxley, Two Sisters and a Journalist #3
Murder Wins the Game - Two Sisters and a Journalist #4
Murder Between the Covers – Two Sisters and a Journalist #5
Murder – A Chummy Affair - Two Sisters and a Journalist #6
Murder Wears a Veil – Two Sisters and a Journalist #7
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