Edna sniffed. “I’m not crying over her murder. That woman never caused anything but grief and sorrow to those who crossed her path.” She blew her nose and emitted a sound akin to a pig snort.
“Did she make your life hard?”
Edna shot Dee Dee a look like she was plum crazy. “Hard? She made my life miserable. If I ever threatened to quit, which I did quite often, she said she would tell everyone I stole from her. She’d make sure I’d never work on the island again. Can you imagine what it was like to live under those circumstances?” We shook our heads in unison. She continued.
“I’m sorry about Ms. Laura being fingered for killing the old bat. I can’t imagine her killing a fly. I’ll help you in any way I can. As a matter of fact, if you do find out who did it I sure would like to shake their hand.” She released a maniacal laugh. I wondered if the stress had made her a little uneven. Considering her giddy behavior, I easily pictured her knocking off Grace.
“Trixie? Edna asked you a question.”
“Uh, sorry. What did you ask?”
“She asked what she could do to help. You know, with the investigation.” Dee Dee shot me a questioning look.
“Oh. Right.” I scooted to the edge of the chair. “Edna, could you give us a list of people who might have had a run-in with Grace in the past?”
Dee Dee rummaged around her gigantic purse and popped out a notepad and pen. I’ve never been with Dee Dee when she wasn’t carrying a larger than life pocketbook, usually color coordinated with her outfit.
“Well, shoot. I expect you don’t have enough paper in that little notebook of yours to write down all the names.” Dee Dee and I exchanged glances. This wasn’t going to be an easy task. “Now let me see.” She looked up as if the names were written on the ceiling.
“The first person that pops into my mind is Mary Sue. She was a cook at Flounders, a local seafood restaurant.”
“Do you know Mary Sue’s last name?” Dee Dee’s pen was poised ready to write.
“Sure, it’s Bartlett. Mary Sue Bartlett. Anyway, Grace had it in for poor ole Mary Sue.” She shook her head at Mary Sue’s plight. “She used to help out here and I treasured her help as much as her friendship. Everything was fine until she took the job at Flounders.” She had a faraway look in her eyes.
“What did her job have to do with Grace?”
“Well, that’s just it. She had all these wonderful recipes she introduced at the restaurant. The dishes became big hits with the customers, and the owners promoted her to head chef. Before long, a producer invited her to host a local cooking show. She was ecstatic, and all her friends were happy for her.
“Of course, she quit her job here. I missed her, but was glad she wasn’t stuck here like me. It wasn’t long until the feathers started to fly. Grace found out that the recipes she’d been using at the restaurant and on the cooking show were ones Mary Sue had developed when she worked here. Grace had all new hires who worked in the kitchen sign a contract, and the fine print stated her recipes couldn’t be shared outside the Inn. She claimed they were original family secrets, and she didn’t want anybody else discovering the ingredients.”
Dee Dee shook her hand as if she had a cramp, and caught my eye, her brow raised.
“I imagine Grace didn’t take too kindly to that. But I don’t see how she could prove they were her recipes. A lot of dishes are made with similar ingredients.” Didn’t sound like much of a case at this point.
“Grace could’ve let it go, but it wasn’t her way. She hounded poor Mary Sue to death. She threatened a lawsuit. She literally stalked the woman. Eventually, Mary Sue couldn’t take it anymore. She finally quit her job at the restaurant and the cooking show. Poor thing, she became so depressed there were times I thought she’d trip over her lip.”
Dee Dee shoved the pad toward me. “You write. My hand is cramped up.” I grabbed the items. “What happened to Mary Sue?”
“She wound up working at a fast food joint. She barely makes enough to feed herself and her kid. She was furious with Grace. Said she’d get even with her.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That sure doesn’t bode well for Mary Sue.” I settled the notepad on my knee. “Do you know any other people who might have a burr under their saddle concerning Grace?”
“You better believe it. She collected enemies like most people collect seashells. Grace couldn’t even keep a husband without running him off.” My head popped up. Dee Dee shot me a glance.
I knew enough about murders to know that the spouse or ex-spouse is often the first person to be suspected. “Does he live around here?”
“I think it’s somewhere in Savannah, but I’m not sure. They used to have the most awful knock-down, drag-out fights. They didn’t seem to care who knew. They would argue right in front of the guests and God himself. I often wondered who would kill the other one first. Finally, he just up and left.”
“Hmm, doesn’t sound like they separated too amicably,” Dee Dee said.
“That’s the truth,” Edna said.
“Edna, could you tell us what his name is?”
“Bert. Bert Watkins.”
“Yoo hoo. Anybody home?” I knew that voice anywhere. Nana.
Edna jumped up. “Oh, my. I’ve neglected the guests too long. I need to go see about them. Please excuse me. I hope I’ve been some help to ya’.”
Dee Dee and I stood up and followed Edna to the kitchen.
There Nana stood, making herself at home. “Hi, Trixie. Betty Jo said I could probably find you here.” She twirled around in a circle. “Would you take a look at this kitchen? Every kind of cooking tool you could dream of.”
An island with a marble countertop stood in the middle of the large kitchen. Copper pots and pans hung around the top of the island. An industrial-sized refrigerator and stove stood against the walls. A kitchen any woman would love to find in her home.
“Nana. Why were you looking for us?”
George came in and stood beside her. “I have the most wonderful news.” She shot him a hundred watt smile. “George wants to take us to the Crab Shack tonight. It’s supposed to have the best seafood on the island. All kinds of celebrities have eaten there.”
George placed his arm around Nana’s shoulder. “That’s right, ladies. I’ve been told this establishment meets the highest of standards. I would love to be accompanied by a group of lovely ladies, if you will do me the honor.”
“That sounds great. Don’t you think so, Trixie?”
“Yes, I do. You won’t see me turning down a good seafood meal. I’ve heard of the Crab Shack. They keep live alligators the customers can feed.”
While we talked about the Crab Shack’s fare, Edna returned to the kitchen. She walked over and addressed George. “Mr. Knight, I noticed you came out of Mr. Porter’s room this morning. Were you lookin’ for him?” For a fleeting second I thought I saw a look of anxiety cross George’s face, but then it was gone just as quick.
“Yes, I was looking for John. Do you know where he might have gone? Or when he might get back? I have a matter I wish to discuss with him.”
I wondered if he really wanted to talk with John Porter or if he had another motive. I liked George, but there was something about him that prompted me to keep an eye on him. I didn’t want Nana hurt by the English Romeo.
“He returned from Seaside Cottage after breakfast, and then went out again. I haven’t seen him since.”
“No matter. I shall talk with him later.” He turned from Edna and addressed us. “Ladies, I must take my leave for now and take care of some business. I look forward to seeing you tonight.” He looked at Nana and smiled. “Belle, may I have the privilege of driving you to the restaurant this evening?”
I swanny, Nana turned crimson. “I’d be honored.”
“Then I shall see you ladies around seven.” He bowed at the waist. I had to admit, George was the consummate gentleman. Why did I keep getting prickly vibes about him? I wondered if I could solicit Beau to run a background che
ck. Thinking of Beau sent a wave of sadness through me. I missed him. He’d promised me space to think about his proposal while I was gone, but it didn’t keep me from missing him.
The shock of finding Grace’s body and now trying to help Laura was more than I could handle. How could I contemplate my future? I knew I couldn’t do this alone. “Lord, please help me help Laura. And give me the wisdom to make the right decision about me and Beau.”
An overwhelming desire to talk to Beau struck me. I’d call him as soon as I had some alone time. I promised I’d have an answer for him when I returned. I loved Beau, but I couldn’t let go of the seeds of fear my failed marriage had planted in me.
“Trixie?” Dee Dee shook me arm. “What were you thinking about, girl? You looked so serious.”
I looked at Nana. How much should I divulge in front of her? I shouldn’t have worried; she was far wiser than I gave her credit for. I thought of all the times she acted like she didn’t know what was going on. I felt more than ever it was just a ruse for her to get away with her antics.
“Sugah, are you thinking about Beau?” Nana’s eyes were filled with concern. I nodded. “I know you have a lot on you, but please don’t forget how much he loves you. Anyway, if you don’t marry Beau then that leaves him wide open for me.” Nana and Dee Dee chuckled. Even though they laughed at my expense, Nana had lightened the mood. I gave her a big hug. Dee Dee joined in the fun as we enveloped each other in a group hug. Edna looked on as if we’d lost our ever lovin’ minds.
When we were finished with our collective moment of encouragement, we turned to thank Edna for her help. “Oh goodness. I don’t know how much I helped, but please let me know if you need me. I’ll be glad to help Ms. Laura any way I can.” She walked us to the door.
“Come on girls. Let’s go tell Betty Jo we’re going to the Crab Shack tonight. I’ve got a hot-looking outfit in mind that’s sure to turn George’s head.”
“Nana!” Oh, Lord, please deliver me. Anyway, all she ever wore were jogging outfits.
“What? You don’t think an old woman can look sexy?” Nana turned and strutted out the door.
Nana was going to be the death of me yet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Oh, Nana. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Nana.”
I knew Dee Dee meant it.
We found Mama resting in her room. That was, until Nana blew in like the north wind. “Oh, Betty Jo, we have the best news. George is going to take us to the Crab Shack tonight. Isn’t that exciting?” Mama sat up. Nana walked over and plopped on the end of her bed.
“It sounds good.” Mama shot a glance at me with a lifted eyebrow. “Trixie, what do you think? Should we go?”
I didn’t see a need to tell her of my hunch about George. What could he do with four women in tow? “Sure. I think it’ll be fun.” Now seemed the perfect time to call Beau. “If y’all don’t mind, I’d like to go find a quiet place and make a call.”
Nana and Dee Dee exchanged a knowing gaze. “Sweetheart, you go on and call that hunk of gorgeous. It’ll make you feel better.”
I hoped she was right.
He answered on the second ring. “Hey, Babe.”
“Hi. Is this a good time to talk?” Beau was a deputy sheriff in our small hometown of Vans Valley. I’m not sure why I felt like a kid calling her high school crush all of a sudden. I swallowed against a tiny giggle.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not busy right now. It’s good to hear your voice.” I could picture him leaned back in his office chair. “How are things going?”
I was torn. Should I tell him all I’d been through? With only a slight hesitation I spilled my guts. “Oh, Beau. It’s been terrible. Monday night I went for a walk on the beach and found a dead body.” The tears rolled down my cheeks. I took my sleeve and swiped at them.
“What?” I held the phone away from my ear, but it was too late. “Trixie, what have you been up to? I’m scared to let you out of my sight.”
He had reason to be upset. After all, this was the third time I’d been involved in a murder investigation. But it wasn’t my fault. And right now I needed him to empathize with me, not yell at me.
“I didn’t know an innocent walk on the beach would lead me to a dead body,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, but it caught me by surprise. You’re there and I’m here, and I can’t do anything to help. Did they interrogate you?”
“Yes. But Laura, Mama’s friend, is the focus of the investigation. Grace Watkins, the victim, owned the bed and breakfast right next door to where we’re staying. They had an ongoing argument and the murder weapon’s a garden gnome Laura owns. She’s asked me and Dee Dee to help her.”
“Trixie.” I could imagine Beau shaking his head.
“Beau, I have to help her. She’s Mama’s friend, and I’d want someone to do the same for me.”
“I know, I know. That’s who you are. But I’m worried about you. The last time you were involved in a murder investigation you barely made it out alive.”
“Never fear. Nana’s here and she’s determined to help. Again.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
I knew Beau would come at the drop of a hat if I wanted him to, but for now I needed information.
“Could you run a background check for me? Nana’s got the hots for a gentleman named George Knight.”
Beau’s laughter rang through the phone. “I can’t check on someone just because they want to date your grandma, hon.”
“It’s not just that.” Although now that you mention it. “I’ve got this sense he’s hiding something, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
He adopted his deputy sheriff voice. “Do you know his address? I could run his license plate number if you can get it.”
“No, but we’re going out tonight and I’ll figure out a way to get it.” My journalism skills came in handy for more than just scoops. “I’d feel better if I knew he was harmless.” A knock on the door startled me. The door squeaked open and Dee Dee poked her head in.
“Is it all clear for me to come in?” she stage whispered. I nodded.
“Beau, Dee Dee just came in. I’m gonna let you go, but I’ll call you back as soon as I get George’s address.” Dee Dee raised an eyebrow.
“Okay.” His voice took on a husky tone. “It’s so good to hear from you and I look forward to your next call. Trixie?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Beau.” I knew he wanted me to say more, but I couldn’t. I still had a lot to think over.
Dee Dee sat on my bed. “Wanna talk about it? I know you’ve got a lot on your mind.” She looked me in the eye. “Trixie, follow your heart. Beau’s a great guy. He loves you and he loves the Lord. That’s a win-win combination.”
“I know Dee. I’m scared.” I couldn’t help but think of the betrayal I’d lived through because of Wade’s actions. I never wanted to experience that pain again.
“A little fear is healthy, Trix, but don’t let the past prevent you from being happy. There are no guarantees in life, but remember, Beau is not Wade. Let’s pray about it right now.” Dee Dee clasped my hand and said the sweetest prayer. When we lifted our heads I felt a renewed peace.
“Thanks, Dee.”
“You’re welcome. Whose address were you talking about?”
“George’s address. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about him that bothers me. Did you hear Edna ask him about going in to John Porter’s room this morning? I don’t believe his explanation. We need to wheedle an address, at least get his license plate number. Beau said he could run a background check on him.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard. We’ll work it into the conversation somehow.” She patted my hand. “Hey, want to go downtown and check out the shops? We could stop by the fast food place where Mary Sue works and ask her some questions.”
I sat up. “Let’s check out the Seaside Sisters
gift shop while we’re out. Mary Kay Andrews leases a section in the store. She sells antiques and gifts.”
“Oh, I just love Mary Kay’s books. She’s so funny.”
“Did you notice the glass painting in the bathroom? Nancy Smith, one of the shop’s founders, painted it. They’re her specialty. I’d love to purchase one for my apartment.”
Dee Dee nodded and shot me a grin. “Or maybe for your new house?”
I returned her smile and grabbed her arm. “Come on. Let’s go participate in some retail therapy.”
While I tied the laces on my Keds, my mind worked overtime coming up with a way to find out more about the mysterious George. And what exactly were his intentions toward Nana?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tybee Island was a grand total of two and a half square miles of land. Located on Highway 80, the drive to Seaside Sisters didn’t take long. The gift shop, housed in a small, older home, sat close to the road. Hand-made mobiles, flower pots, lawn ornaments, and even garden gnomes, decorated the outside. Dee Dee parked in the sandy yard of the little white and blue shop. We hopped out of the car and followed excited shoppers into the boutique.
“Oh, look, Trixie. Aren’t these cute?” Dee Dee picked up a pint-sized canning jar, attached to a glass stem, and held up the drinking apparatus. “This is called Hillbilly Stemware.” Other shoppers within earshot of Dee Dee’s announcement smiled at the unique object.
I told Dee Dee she could find me in Mary Kay Andrew’s corner, and headed straight for her space. Blindsided by some colorful jewelry, I stopped to sift through the fascinating trinkets, and picked out one for Mama and one for Nana. I wasn’t disappointed when I finally found Mary Kay’s area. I’d read about her love of antiquing and I knew she wove her adventures into her books.
The instant I spotted the cute little section filled with books, candles, and of course, antique furniture, I knew Dee Dee would adore it. She could choose from plenty of goodies to take back for her own emporium, Antiques Galore.
A middle-aged lady dressed in Dee Dee-like clothes struck up a conversation. “Are you from around here or just visiting?” She picked up a beautiful hand-made quilt and passed her hand back and forth over the lovely material.
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