Oven Baked Secrets (Eugeena Patterson Mysteries Book 2)

by Tyora Moody

  “Hey, Ms. Eugeena. I really appreciate you coming by.” Carmen held the door open for me.

  “Well, you have me intrigued especially since you said Cedric isn’t here.” I stepped inside the townhouse past Carmen. I hadn’t been over to the townhouse since it was Cedric’s bachelor pad. As I glanced around, I noticed there was definitely a woman’s touch to the place. “It looks nice and cozy in here.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Eugeena. Do you want anything to drink?”

  I was feeling a bit parched. “Water would be good.”

  “Sure, make yourself at home.”

  While Carmen disappeared to the back, I decided to stand and continue my examination. Actually, I was trying to take in the fact that the black leather living room set my son had seemed to be gone and replaced by a more refined, but comfortable couch. It was also bright red. That was definitely a reflection of Carmen’s personality.

  From the looks of the rest of the living room, the fifty-four inch flat screen television was the only toy that Cedric had left from his bachelor days. Or was he still technically a bachelor? These younguns need to get married and stop playing house. I am too old to be this confused.

  “Here you go, Ms. Eugeena.” Carmen handed me a bottle of water. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

  “Okay.” I sat down on the couch, while Carmen sat on the love seat. I twisted off the bottle cap and took a swig of water. Then I waited to see what Carmen had to ask me.

  Carmen seemed to be preoccupied with her phone, which was lying on the table.

  “Carmen, what did you have to ask me? Everything is okay with Cedric?” I raised my eyebrow. “Is he really at a conference?” I turned my head as if I expected my son to walk out of the back room.

  “Yes, he is and I’m sorry.” Carmen sighed. “There’s a bit of a situation that I was hoping you could help me with.”

  I eyed Carmen. “Are you pregnant?”

  “What? No, I’m not pregnant?”

  “Are you sick?”

  “Everyone is healthy and there are no problems between me and Cedric. This is about a friend.”

  “You asked me over for advice for a friend?”

  “Yes. Remember I told you a few months ago that I was adopted.”

  “I remember.”

  “Well, I found out how to do a search for my biological parents from my friend. She has been doing a search since last year and she’s been pretty successful.”

  “You want my help with searching for your birth parents?”

  “I would love if you could help me, but there is something else I was hoping you could help me –”

  The doorbell rang interrupting Carmen.

  I frowned. “Are you expecting someone else?”

  Carmen held up her finger. “Yes, hold just one second.”

  This was turning out to be a bit of an odd visit, but I was willing to hang. It occurred to me I had a habit of putting people off when I was on my judgmental trip. Leesa liked to remind me of that part of me. I really did like Carmen and thought she would make a good daughter-in-law. Helping her search for her family could bring us closer.

  “Ms. Eugeena, this is my friend.”

  “What? This is the woman you thought could help me?”

  I jumped up from the couch and turned to see Jocelyn Miller walking past Carmen and towards me. Jocelyn was dressed in a bright yellow top with black leggings. Her long curly hair was wrapped in similar yellow scarf.

  Lord, help me. I stood my ground thinking, an angry human bumblebee was coming towards me and I needed to get out of the way before I got stung.

  Chapter 16

  As I held my arms up, two thoughts came to mind one after the other as I stared at Jocelyn. One had to do with that cryptic Facebook post and what had she done so unforgivable. The second thought brought me back to Detective Wilkes’ statement. I really didn’t know this young woman who stood in front of me with tear-stained eyes and clenched fists.

  “Jocelyn, you need to step back, honey. I will defend myself.” I stared at Carmen. “What’s going on, Carmen? I didn’t come over here for this kind of drama.”

  Carmen sprinted between us and looked from me back to Jocelyn. “You two know each other?”

  “We’ve met,” I said. I could feel the heat of Jocelyn’s anger as she stared at me. “Are you upset with me?”

  Jocelyn screeched. “I should be. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been hauled off my job by the cops.”

  Well, it certainly didn’t take Detective Wilkes long to find Jocelyn.

  I felt bad for Jocelyn, but I wasn’t the blame. “Excuse me, young lady, before you start making accusations. I didn’t tell anyone anything.” I put my hand on my hip and pointed towards Jocelyn with the other hand. “You showed up at the nursing home talking about being Louise’s granddaughter. Did you not think the staff would be interviewed? Seeing how they have locked down security on visitors, I don’t think it was that easy for you to get back there to see Louise without some help.”

  Jocelyn stared at me a few more seconds before looking away. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I did have some help, but she wouldn’t have told anyone.”

  Carmen placed her hand on Jocelyn’s shoulder. “Let’s calm down. Jocelyn, I didn’t know you had already met Ms. Eugeena.”

  I turned to Carmen. “Exactly what were you trying to do with this meeting? How do you two know each other?”

  Carmen sighed. “Why don’t we all sit down and I will get us some iced tea.”

  I sat back down on the couch, while Jocelyn sank into the chair opposite from me. She held her head against the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling.

  While Carmen went into the kitchen, I tried to start small talk. “How’s your mother?”

  Jocelyn focused her eyes on me. “Why would you ask?”

  “I’m trying to start a conversation. Carmen asked me here to help. I can leave. I have had a long day. No. A long week. My best friend’s life has been turned upside down, and she didn’t deserve any of it, much less to be hid away in a nursing home alone now.”

  Jocelyn looked away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what happened to Louise’s son until they came to get me this morning. It was horrible because I told my mom yesterday how I went to visit Louise. She was furious with me. I was already feeling down about upsetting her. She ranted about how she couldn’t forgive me for this one.”

  I thought back to Jocelyn’s Facebook post. “I’m sure your mother understands and will forgive you eventually. Maybe it was a bit much for her at this time.”

  Carmen arrived back with tall glasses of iced tea. My maybe future daughter-in-law did have some hospitality skills. “She sat the tray down on the coffee table. She picked up a glass. “Ms. Eugeena, I have unsweetened tea for you and this is pure honey for you in this bowl if you want to sweeten your tea.”

  “Thank you, Carmen; I appreciate your thoughtfulness about my diabetes.” Once again I questioned why Cedric didn’t just pop the question.

  Carmen sat down on the couch. “Are you two better now? When Jocelyn told me her story, I really wanted you two to meet each other. Jocelyn, Ms. Louise and Ms. Eugeena have been such great friends for years. I figured she could help with the reunion. Jocelyn’s mom was pretty upset. I think Clarice is just scared.”

  I inquired. “Clarice? Jocelyn, is that your mother’s name?”

  Jocelyn nodded “Yes. But even if my mom agreed to meet her biological mother, it’s ruined now. The cops think I had something to do with killing the woman’s son.”

  I huffed. “Of course you didn’t. There was a woman there at the house. I don’t know if she was pretending for whatever reason that she wanted to buy the house or William offended her in some way.”

  Carmen crossed their arms. “The woman could have felt threatened by William. I mean it’s not unheard of for people to carry around a weapon. Charleston is not one of the safest cities in the world. Still, if William was trying to sell the house,
it seems like he would have been on his best behavior.”

  I swallowed some of my tea before answering. “That’s exactly right. I think the woman came with a plan. I just don’t know why. I do know there seemed to be something going on with William when I saw him at the nursing home on Sunday. Junior, my eldest son, saw William a few weeks ago and said he was talking about investing in some technology startup company here in Charleston. It’s like he’s had this whole lifestyle change.” I turned to Jocelyn. “I went by the police station and told Detective Wilkes this same information yesterday.”

  Jocelyn looked at me. “So you can help prove there was another woman at the house besides me?”

  “I don’t know how much help I can be. There was a sports car, but it was dark and I only heard a woman’s voice. And I know it wasn’t your voice even though we’ve only met one time. My thoughts are the detective should focus on the sudden changes in William’s life.”

  Carmen said, “Ms. Louise might know something.”

  I shook my head. “There’s a lot going on right now with Louise. She’s mourning her son and…” I turned to Jocelyn. “I believe your visit set off some memories for her.”

  “What kind of memories?”

  “You wouldn’t have happened to have come across information about your maternal grandfather?”

  Jocelyn bit her lip. “I didn’t, but my mom did. She found out when I was younger about her dad.”

  “His name was August Manning.”

  Jocelyn raised her eyebrow. “How did you know? Did Ms. Louise say anything?”

  “No, my Aunt Esther did. It seems like your grandfather was one of her students. Interestingly enough, she remembers Louise being around August a few days before his death.”

  “She remembers? That was fifty years ago.”

  “Not much gets past Aunt Esther, especially if something made an impact on her. She’s pretty sharp despite being in her eighties. What did your mother find?”

  “She found members of August’s family first. He still has two sisters alive. Thelma and Ruth Manning. They were full of stories about August.”

  “That’s interesting that your mother found her father’s side of the family first. How long ago was this?”

  “It was about ten years ago. I was still in high school and my dad was alive then. We were all shocked that the sisters lived so close. My dad took my mom to see them. My mom still keeps in touch with them and she insists the sisters come over for Thanksgiving every year.”

  Ten years ago. “So has your mom reached out to Louise before?”

  Jocelyn seemed to warm up and her shoulder slacked as she continued talking. “August’s family led us to Louise. You know my mom was never really going to look for her biological parents, but one day she met a woman who turned out to be her cousin. They looked so much alike that the woman insisted my mom had to be related to her. That woman was Ruth’s daughter.”

  I asked, “Were the sisters aware August had a relationship with Louise?”

  Jocelyn nodded. “Their mother and my great-grandmother, Sarah Manning, worked for Louise’s family. All of them grew up together. Thelma said she knew Louise had gotten pregnant because Louise told her how scared she was if anyone found out. Not too long after August’s death, Louise was taken somewhere. The sisters figured she gave the baby up for adoption.” Jocelyn’s eyes glistened with tears. “They were so overjoyed to see my mom. It was such a letdown when my mom found Louise.”

  I inquired, “You mean she met Louise and the meeting didn’t go well?”

  “More like someone stopped her from meeting Louise. There was a man who made it very plain that he didn’t want anyone to go near his wife.”

  I thought back to my earlier conversation with Aunt Esther. Would Bill have been trying to protect his wife or keep her from knowing something he had done? “Jocelyn, you said her husband was the one who stopped your mother from meeting Louise. Did he say why? I mean he didn’t leave the window open for her to come back?”

  Jocelyn shook her head. “No. In fact my mom said when he saw her at the door; it was like he saw a ghost or something. She didn’t really ever tell him that she was Louise’s daughter. She just asked if Louise Hopkins was home.”

  A felt a chill go down my spine. He recognized her, but he’d never seen her before. I thought out loud, “I wondered if Bill recognized August and Louise’s features in your mother’s face.”

  “I guess that could be true. My grandfather’s sisters said they could even see some of August in me and my brother, especially my brother. I think that’s why I was scared when Louise’s son showed up on Sunday. I just knew he wasn’t going to be there. There was a nurse who was really friendly to me. She told me he didn’t come to see her much.”

  So Jocelyn had been doing some homework. “You talked to Pat before seeing Louise.”

  “Yes, Pat is her name. I talked to her a few times. When I finally got my nerve up, Pat helped me get into see Mrs. Hopkins on Sunday.” Jocelyn twisted her hands like a little girl. “Ms. Eugeena, I had gotten so close to her. I felt like she knew my mother in that photo was her daughter. I saw it in her eyes. You did too. Right, Ms. Eugeena?”

  Jocelyn’s large eyes were brimming with tears now. I looked at her then over at Carmen, who was just as teary. With Carmen being an adoptee too, I know she was soaking up the conversation and longing to look for her own biological parents.

  I nodded to give myself a chance to get my mouth to move. “I believe that Louise would want to get to know you and your mother.”

  Jocelyn wiped her eyes. “I wanted to set up a meeting for my mom with Louise. She’s been down ever since my dad’s death. I know meeting her biological mother is still on her mind. My dad tried his best to encourage her to try again before he passed.”

  Carmen interrupted. “Jocelyn, do you think William would have reacted to you like his father did to your mother? He couldn’t have possibly known anything about you or having another sibling? Do you, Ms. Eugeena? I mean it’s really very convenient that someone killed him and kind of made sure he was out of the way, if you catch my drift.”

  Jocelyn turned to Carmen. “Carmen, we’ve been best friends forever and you know me and my family. None of us would have anything to do with killing William. If anything we would have embraced him as a member of the family.”

  Carmen grabbed Jocelyn’s hands. “Of course not, girl. You know I’ve been supporting you from day one ever since we found out that Ms. Louise could be your grandmother. I’m just saying, it’s kind of weird.”

  Carmen turned to me. “I’m sorry, Ms. Eugeena, to catch you off guard like this, but I have been helping Jocelyn get to know Ms. Louise. From what I have found out about Ms. Louise she’s never worked, her family was wealthy, owning a plantation back at the turn of the last century. Bill Hopkins was a pretty popular businessman here in Charleston. Sugar Creek isn’t upscale, so you couldn’t tell it, but I don’t believe Louise was hurting for money. I suspect when she died, she probably would have left William a lot of money.”

  I responded, “It would be hard to tell from the outside that Louise did have money. The Hopkinses enjoyed the simple life and believed in investing money. I don’t think their son learned too well how to manage money. Jocelyn, while I don’t agree with Detective Wilkes’ approach to her investigation, I guess it is smart to look more in the direction of money and who benefits from an inheritance.”

  Jocelyn yelped. “Well, that just puts this murder on me, like I’m trying to find a way to get to Louise’s money. Carmen helped me find out some family history, but I didn’t know anything about her money nor do I care. I just wanted to reunite my mother with the one parent she has left.”

  “I believe you.” I assured Jocelyn. I felt like there were a lot more questions that should be asked by the police. Like why did William decide all these years to return to Charleston? I figured when he put his mom in the nursing home, he planned to keep living his nomadic lifestyle, but Wil
liam clearly had plans to stay in Charleston. By the looks of him prior to his death, William was seeking to live a more upscale lifestyle than what his parents did. What changed and how did those changes lead to his murder?

  Chapter 17

  I woke up around nine o’clock on Thursday morning, which I thought was pretty late. Being a school teacher with five o’ clock in the morning wake-up calls had been my life so long it seemed almost criminal to stay in the bed long past the sun rising. It was a cold morning so for once I had the good sense to snuggle down under the covers and stay put in the bed for a while longer.

  Porgy eyed me from his doggy bed. I can’t believe I finally broke down and bought the round furry bed, but it was a compromise that allowed him to sleep in the bedroom. The deal was he had his own bed and he was not allowed on mine. “I will get up soon. Can you hang for a few more minutes?”

  Porgy lifted his head and barked.

  I would not accept anyone telling me that dog didn’t know what I was saying.

  I took a deep breath as I tried to process yesterday’s information overload. I could not stop thinking about young August and young Louise. I know they grew up together, but in that time period, why did they become so careless? I guess I couldn’t judge. Young love and naïveté struck mostly everyone as a teenager and when hormones raged at their worst. In this case, the heartache that had been left had everlasting effects for generations.

  While I didn’t care for William, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him losing his life. He was a spoiled only child and very ungrateful, but his life seemed to be turning around for him before it was cut short. In yesterday’s revelations, his murder almost got swept to the side. If William was going to stay in Charleston, I wondered if he was going to take the proceeds from selling his mother’s home to buy a more lavish residence.

  In his pursuit of living well, where had he slipped up? To me, it felt like William encountered and unknowingly enticed his killer. How and why, I had no clue.

  I really needed to see how Louise was doing. I didn’t want to be told once again by Ms. Saunders that Louise couldn’t accept visitors.