Lexy grimaced. The last person she wanted to talk to was Ramona. “Unfortunately, I do.”
“What’s her name?” Ruth asked from the whiteboard where she had her pen poised over the surface.
“Ramona Kazlowski.”
“Are you friendly with her?” Nans asked. “Can you ask her to lunch or something?”
“Not at all,” Lexy said. “She’d probably run the other way if she saw me coming … especially after the fight at Chez Philippe.
“Well, surely she’d be receptive to you if you wanted to give her your condolences on her friend’s death,” Ida said.
“Doubtful.”
“Who else should we talk to?” Nans asked.
“Philippe’s staff,” Helen answered, and Ruth wrote it down.
“Anyone else?” Ruth asked.
“That’s all I can think of,” Lexy said. The ladies murmured their agreement.
“So the question is … just how do we get access to these people?” Ida asked.
“Philippe’s staff should be easy. I’m sure the police have their names and addresses on record.” Nans slid her eyes toward Lexy. “And we all know Lexy has a way of getting information out of a certain police detective.”
Lexy fought the heat creeping into her cheeks.
“And maybe you can find out if all three were shot with the same gun and what type of gun it was while you are at it,” Ida added while Ruth scribbled it all down under the “To Do” column.
“I don’t know anything about the fiancé,” Lexy said. “But Nans said he worked at the Telbourne Museum … maybe we could ask around there? He might have been close to someone he worked with.”
“Good idea,” Ruth said, writing it on the board.
Nans walked over to the white board and studied it for a few seconds.
“I think we have a good start,” she said, turning to face them. “Once we talk to these people, other clues may be revealed.”
“I’ll start doing the internet research and looking at the financials,” Helen said.
“In the meantime, the rest of us can start asking the questions.” Nans looked around the group, her eyes shining with excitement. “You know, I’ve been dying to go visit that new exhibit at the Telbourne Museum … who wants to come with me?”
Chapter Twelve
Lexy flipped her phone open and pressed Cassie’s number as she pulled out of Nans’ parking lot.
“Hey, how did it go at the police station? Did you get your shoe?” Cassie asked.
Lexy’s stomach sank. Davies had rushed out to the scene of Wiggins' death and she never did get her shoe. Not that Davies was going to give it to her … in fact, it seemed like Davies suspected her even more now.
“No. Turns out Veronica’s fiancé was murdered too,” Lexy said. “So I guess I’m not off the suspect list yet.”
“What? Jeez this case sure is turning strange.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Lexy turned left onto her street. “I just came from Nans’ and we have a plan in place to question some of the fiancé’s coworkers at the museum tomorrow. Can you take over at the bakery?”
“Of course.” Cassie’s voice crackled over the phone. “Why don’t you take the next couple of days off? I’m sure you have lots to do with the wedding plans too. To tell you the truth, I want you out of the kitchen so I can experiment with your cake.”
Lexy’s heart warmed—she was lucky to have a good friend like Cassie she could trust with her business.
“Thanks Cass,” she said. “Why don’t you ask Haley if she wants to work some extra hours to help out?” Earlier in the year, Lexy had hired a high school student, Haley, to work in the front after school. It would cost Lexy a little extra but it was nearly impossible to bake in the back room and sell pastries to the customers out front at the same time. Lexy figured Cassie would need the extra help.
“Sounds good—good luck with your interrogations,” Cassie said.
Lexy thanked her and hung up the phone just as she pulled up in front of her house. She eyed her parents RV as she got out of the car—she could hear them inside, but wasn’t sure she was in the mood for her mother’s boundless energy. What she really wanted was to talk to Jack about the case … and maybe even engage in some activities she was in the mood for.
She tiptoed past the RV and was half way to her front door when she heard the door rip open behind her.
“Lexy! I’m so glad you’re home!” Vera bounced in the doorway of the RV, her purple and yellow caftan floating up and down like a parachute.
“Hi, Mom.”
“I made you’re favorite meal … meatloaf,” Vera announced proudly.
Meatloaf would taste good right now, Lexy thought. And she didn’t have the heart to disappoint her mother.
“That sounds great, Mom.”
“Woof!” Sprinkles bounded past Vera’s legs aiming straight for Lexy who bent down to scoop the dog up in her arms.
“Hi Sprinks!” Lexy kissed the top of Sprinkles head and the dog wiggled with joy while trying to cover Lexy’s face with kisses.
“I brought her over to the RV this morning,” Vera said. “I hope you don’t mind, but I figured, why should she sit in there all alone when we’re right here?”
Lexy gently put Sprinkles on the ground. “No I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you did.”
“Okay, well dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes, is that okay?”
“Yep, I’ll just run in and change, then come right over. Should I bring anything?”
“No. I have everything—even your favorite wine,” Vera said as she disappeared back into the RV.
Lexy ran into the house with Sprinkles following happily behind her. She went into the kitchen and poured some dog food in Sprinkles bowl, then snuck a peak out the window at Jack’s house.
Was he home?
She craned her neck to see his driveway—his truck was there. Maybe she would eat a quick dinner, and then pretend like she wanted to go to bed early and sneak over to Jack’s. She dug in her purse for her cell phone and texted her intentions to Jack, and then ran upstairs to change.
***
The meatloaf was excellent. Afterwards, Lexy endured a battery of measurements her mother said were necessary in order for her to repair the dress which she promised would be done in two days. It was almost two hours later by the time Lexy was able to make her escape.
She raced upstairs and changed into a silky bronze colored top—Jack’s favorite. She paired it with white slacks and clear rhinestone studded sandals then took a few minutes to swipe on some makeup and fluff her shoulder length brown hair. Racing through the kitchen, she stopped long enough to grab a bottle of wine and slipped out the back door.
In the backyard, she stopped short. The yard had been decorated with dozens of planters filled with colorful flowers. When did this happen? She narrowed her eyes at her parent’s RV. Apparently, her mother had been hard at work.
She shrugged and crossed the backyard, careful to avoid slipping on patches of fallen leaves. She squeezed through the crack in the fence that marked the boundary between her yard and Jack’s, and made her way to his back door.
Her heartbeat skittered with excitement as she raised her fist to knock. With all the wedding planning, parents’ arrival, and murders, it had been a while since she and Jack had had any alone time and she was looking forward to relaxing with him. Hopefully he would have some news on the case.
Her lips curled in a smile as the door cracked open. Then she heard a woman’s laughter drift out from inside and her smile reversed into a frown.
Jack had a woman in there?
Jack appeared at the door and Lexy stared at him confused.
“Lexy, come on in. I thought you didn’t feel good.” Jack scrunched his brow at her.
He pushed the door wider and she cautiously looked to see who the bimbo laughing in his kitchen was. Her eyes grew wide when she saw who it was … her mother.
“Lexy, I thought y
ou were going to bed early?” Vera leaned back in her chair to talk to Lexy who was still standing partially behind the door.
Lexy’s eyes flitted from her mother to Jack. “You asked my parents here?”
Jack nodded. “Sure, I saw them in the backyard and invited them over for a drink.” He frowned when he saw the look on her face and lowered his voice. “Is something wrong?”
“Didn’t you get my text?” she whispered.
“No, sorry I had my phone off. Was it important?”
“Nah, never mind.” Lexy sighed and then pushed the door open, walked to Jack’s cabinet, took out a large wine glass and filled it. Joining her parents at the kitchen table, she let out a sigh—so much for a wild night alone with Jack.
Chapter Thirteen
Lexy, Nans and Ida stood on the steps of the museum looking at the giant concrete building that took up almost a whole city block.
“It sure is big,” Ida said.
“Where do we start?” Lexy asked.
“I have a pretty good idea,” Nans replied. “Follow me.”
She started up the steps. Lexy and Ida fell in beside her. Nans looked at Lexy “Did you get any new clues out of Jack last night?”
“Only that Wiggins was shot with a .22 caliber. The same type of gun that killed Veronica and Philippe.”
Nans nodded and reached out to open the glass door that led into the front lobby of the museum. “Ruth discovered that Wiggins made a lot of expensive purchases recently,” she whispered as the three of them filed inside.
Ida pursed her lips together. “Well that makes sense with a wedding coming up, they are very expensive.”
Lexy nodded thinking about all the recent charges on her credit cards—florist, caterer, wedding dress … and Stuart was getting married in Paris. She could only imagine what that would cost.
They stood in the cavernous lobby. The marble floor was so shiny Lexy could almost see her reflection. Carved archways set in marble walls opened to hallways that exited from the lobby. A golden sarcophagus sat on the left behind a roped display. To the right, a smiling woman sat behind a large mahogany desk. In front of them, signs on top of a large doorway directed them to various exhibits.
Nans took off toward the dinosaurs. Lexy and Ida followed her down the hall, their footsteps echoing hollowly. She took a right into the dinosaur exhibit that opened up into a giant room. Lexy looked up—the ceiling must have been six stories high. Different types of dinosaurs—Lexy assumed they were life-size since they were so large—loomed around the room. Some just bones, others made to look exactly like they would have when they roamed the earth.
In one corner, a teacher pointed out various aspects of a triceratops to her class of young children. Nans stopped at the Tyrannosaurus Rex display.
“The T-Rex is my favorite,” Ida said tilting her head back to look up at the dinosaur.
“I always liked the Velociraptors,” Nans replied as she moved to the next exhibit. They made their way slowly around the room. Lexy feigned interest while Nans pointed out different aspects of each exhibit. Lexy was almost ready to fall asleep when their path took them to the security guard who stood next to one of the displays.
“Hello.” Nans smiled at the guard.
“Ma’am.” The guard nodded.
“It must be wonderful to work in such an interesting place.” Nans waved her hand to indicate all the displays. Lexy eyed her cautiously, wondering what she was up to.
“It’s a great job,” the guard replied patiently.
“Did you know the guard that was killed recently—Stuart Wiggins?” Nans asked. “My granddaughter here was good friends with his fiancée … such a shame.”
Lexy’s stomach twisted. Good friends?
“It was a shame. I didn’t know him well but Eddie Sharp and him were best buds. Eddie usually works the displays in the west wing.” The guard pointed to a door on the left in between a skeleton of a bird-like dinosaur and a diorama of a Paleolithic forest floor, complete with dinosaur family and giant ferns.
“Thanks.” Nans nodded at the guard. “I’m sure Lexy will want to give her condolences, right Lexy?”
“Umm … yeah, right. Of course,” Lexy stammered. She wasn’t nearly as comfortable lying as Nans.
Nans took off toward the door and Lexy practically had to sprint to keep up with her. They marched into the next room and Lexy felt her breath catch in her throat—it was like going into a different world. Glass cases loaded with sparkly jewelry and gems lined all four sides of the room. In the center, tall glass displays filled with crowns were lined up in a row. Each display had its own lighting, which seemed to be calibrated to coax the maximum amount of sparkle out of each and every facet of each and every gemstone.
Ida summed up Lexy’s thoughts in one word. “Wow.”
Nans wasn’t distracted by the glitter—she had a job to do. She marched right over to the guard standing in the corner.
“Are you Eddie?” Nans asked
The guard’s eyes flickered from Nans, to Lexy, to Ida, uncertainly. “Yes.”
“We heard we could find you here. We wanted to tell you how sorry we are about Stuart and Veronica.” Nans gestured to Lexy. “Lexy here went to school with Veronica and she’s quite broken up about the whole thing.”
Lexy nodded and tried to act “broken up.”
“Really?” Eddie frowned at Lexy. “I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
“Oh, sorry.” Lexy stuck her hand out. “Lexy Baker. Veronica and I recently reconnected so I didn’t know a lot of her friends yet.” Lexy soothed her conscious by telling herself it wasn’t really a lie. She and Veronica had recently reconnected … just not in the friendly way she was implying.
Eddie shook her hand, his eyes darting around the room nervously. Lexy wondered if it was against the rules to shake hands with the customers.
“It’s just such a mystery,” Nans said. “Do you have any idea what they were into that would have made someone want to kill them?”
Eddie’s eyes went wide, he shuffled his feet. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Nans leaned in closer to him and whispered. “Well, they were murdered. Must have been a reason.”
Lexy watched Eddie’s face harden as he narrowed his eyes at Nans. “Veronica was acting kind of odd—I figured that was due to the upcoming wedding. But her friend Ramona was acting really strange, too.”
Nan’s perked up. “Oh? In what way?”
“I don’t know. Jittery. Like something was going on.”
“Any idea what they were up to?”
Eddie shrugged, then glanced around the room again. “Sorry lady I shouldn’t be talking so much.”
He stepped backwards away from Nans, bumped into one of the displays and whirled around, relaxing when he saw what he had bumped into.
Nans’ eyebrows rose up. Lexy knew what she was thinking—Eddie sure was nervous.
“Well, thanks for your time and we’re sorry for your loss,” Nans said and then turned and walked toward the exit.
***
On the way out of the museum, Nans’ cell phone erupted into a chorus of bird tweets. She stopped and opened her giant old-lady purse handing Lexy a flashlight, small packet of tissues, container of Tums, a tube of lipstick and a mirror before she found the phone.
While Nans fiddled with her phone, Lexy returned the items to the purse.
“It’s your parents … they want to meet me for lunch.” Nans sounded disappointed. “I’d really like to continue on this investigation, but I hate to put them off since they’ll only be here a short time.”
“We could meet for a quick lunch, maybe?” Lexy suggested.
“Is that okay with you, Ida?”
“Sure, why not? I love a free lunch,” Ida said.
Nans slid her eyes over to Ida as she punched the buttons on her phone. “I didn’t say anything about free.”
Ida shrugged and laughed. “It never hurts to ask.”
“Hi R
oy,” Nans chirped into the phone. “It would be lovely to meet you for lunch. I’m actually out with Lexy now … she took Ida and me to the senior center. Maybe the three of us could meet at The Streetcar Diner … say in forty-five minutes?”
Lexy lifted a brow at Nans. She had to admit she was becoming mildly concerned with the ease her grandmother could spit out lies.
“Okay. Great. See you then.” Nans snapped the phone shut.
“Senior Center?” Lexy asked.
Nans laughed. “Well I couldn’t very well tell them what we’re up to. Believe me, the less Roy and Vera know about my sleuthing, the better for all of us. And I’m sure you don’t want them knowing that you’re a suspect in a triple murder.”
“True,” Lexy said. “I guess a little white lie never hurt anyone.”
They hopped into Lexy’s VW Beetle and headed back to Brooke Ridge Falls. Almost forty minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot at The Streetcar Diner. The old fashioned diner sat smack in the middle of the downtown area and was decorated to look like a streetcar on the outside and an old fashioned diner on the inside. Lexy parked in the side lot. Her parents RV was already there taking up a good portion of the small lot. Lexy wondered how her father had maneuvered it in there without hitting something.
Bells tinkled as Lexy pulled open the door and stood back to let Nans and Ida enter ahead of her. She searched the gleaming interior of the diner for her parents, her eyes flitting over the glass pedestal cake displays standing on the steel edged Formica counter. A row of round stools sat in front of the counter, their red Naugahyde tops twirling on gleaming steel bases. Behind the counter, Lexy could see through to the kitchen, which was abuzz with activity.
“Yoo-hoo! Over here!” Lexy heard her mother’s voice over the din of conversation and clanking plates. Turning toward the voice, she saw her mother waving frantically from a booth next to the window. Even without the frantic waving, it would have been hard not to notice Vera with the brilliant red shirt plastered with appliqué leaves in orange and yellow she was wearing. Lexy glanced at her father in a plain white shirt, feeling relief for him that her mother hadn’t forced him to wear a shirt that matched hers.
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