Dying For Dinner Rolls Part 13

Susie leaned against a gla.s.s freezer door, talking on a cell phone.

"There she is," I whispered. "What are we going to say?"

"Not sure yet."

"I don't want to disturb her. She may be on an important call."

Suzie let out a loud giggle as she talked into the phone.

"Something tells me it's a personal call, not business."

I paced back and forth. "Now what?"

"Let me handle this." Annie Mae grinned.

I raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do?"

"Watch and learn." Annie Mae walked in front of Susie then collapsed to the floor. "OOOOOWWW."

My heart practically jumped out of my chest. I immediately dropped down on my knees next to Annie Mae. "Are you hurt?"

She winked at me. "Bait."

Susie ran over to Annie Mae. "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"Oh, my ankle. I think I may've twisted it when I tripped."

Susie's face flushed as she knelt beside Annie Mae. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s strained against the seams of her tight dress. "I'll call an ambulance."

"No. No." Annie Mae slowly sat up. She held her ankle in one hand and rubbed it. "I'm sure that I can stand up just fine. It's feeling better already."

Susie's eyes scanned the area. "What did you trip on?"

"A wet spot...no, maybe a b.u.mp, but it could've been..." Annie Mae stopped midsentence, obviously trying to drum up an answer.

Susie narrowed her eyes. "Hey. Weren't you two in here earlier? Yes. I remember you. You bought a plant, and..." She pointed at me. "You asked a lot of questions."

"OOOOOOWWW." Annie Mae gave me a sideways glance. "I may never walk again."

"You just said you could stand up." Susie stood and crossed her arms. "Is this a scam? Because we have video cameras all over, and our insurance adjuster will know if this is fraud."

Annie Mae motioned for me to grab her arm. "Help me up."

I pulled her until she was upright. She waved her hand. "Let me try to walk on my own."

Annie Mae wobbled a little, dragging her left foot. "I can walk. It's a miracle."

Susie examined us with eyes slit. "You're Lucy's friends. Bert warned me about you two snooping around and bugging him."

Annie Mae put her hand on my shoulder. "Bert who?"

"Ladies, I think you should leave." Susie pointed to the entrance.

"I love your lipstick. What brand and color is it?" Annie Mae asked Susie as I held her arm and guided her down an aisle. She dragged her right leg.

"Wrong foot." I whispered to Annie Mae.

Annie Mae began limping on her left foot.

Susie followed us. "That's it. I'm calling the police."

"No need," Annie Mae called back to Susie. "I'm feeling great."

Annie Mae looked at me. "Let's scram."

With that, we both jogged out the door.

"I forgot to get some bread. It smelled so good," Annie Mae said as we climbed into the car.

We sat in the parking lot, both catching our breath.

"What now?" I asked.

"h.e.l.l if I know." Annie Mae flipped down the pa.s.senger visor and opened the mirror. "This detective stuff is putting color in my cheeks."

"You do have a healthy glow to your cheeks."

"And I didn't even put blush on today."

Cynthia appeared and unlocked the door on the red VW Beetle next to Annie Mae's door.

"I've got an idea. Roll down your window," I said to Annie Mae. "Excuse me, Cynthia. Do you remember me? Teddy and Timmy's mom?"

A pop of gum, then a head turn toward us, and then a nod. "Yeah, right. You were, like, just in the store."

"Yes, we were." I smiled.

"You don't happen to have a loaf of bread on you, do you?" Annie Mae asked Cynthia.

I nudged her in the side. "Don't worry about that, Cynthia. I was just wondering if you could do me a favor. But it has to be our secret." I put a finger to my lips.

"I can't know, either?" Annie Mae's voice rose.

"All of our secret," I said.

"K." Cynthia leaned through the open pa.s.senger-side front window. Her straight blonde hair fell into the car. She smelled minty. "What do you need? I have, like, a half-hour break and need to grab some chow."

"Sure, I'll be quick." Think. Think. "We're getting a gift for your manager, Susie."

"We are?" Annie Mae asked.

I winked at Annie Mae.

"A surprise gift. We want to buy her favorite lipstick, but we don't know what color or brand it is." I shrugged my shoulders while flitting my eyelids.

Annie Mae gaped at me with eyes wide as she sat in the pa.s.senger seat between Cynthia in the open window and me in the driver's seat.

Cynthia snapped her finger. "Yeah, if you, like, asked her, she'd get all suspicious."

"Exactly." I nodded.

"Wow. Like, that is a problem." Cynthia narrowed her eyes.

"I know." I turned my hands over and sighed.

"b.u.mmer, right?" Annie Mae added. "What to do, what to do."

"I have an idea. Do you want me to find out?" Cynthia asked.

"Sure. Only if you want to," I said.

"Like, of course, I wouldn't let her know what I'm, like, doing. You know, the surprise and all." Cynthia pulled a phone out of her tattered black leather backpack. "Give me your number, and I'll text you."

I gave Cynthia my cell number.

Annie Mae looked at me and then at Cynthia. "Like, wow."

Chapter Fifteen.

"How did you do that?" Annie Mae asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Remember, I have two hot teenage boys, which means I have a lot of girls hanging around my house."

Annie Mae smiled.

"Like wallpaper, I hang around. I listen and learn. Some teen girls love drama, like secrets. She seemed the type."

"Bingo."

"Once we know which lipstick Susie uses, we'll get it matched with the sample on Lucy's letter and my car."

Turning on my directional, I merged into the right lane on Drayton. "We're one step closer to an answer."

"I pulled some tricks out of my sleeve, too. Did you like my acting?" Annie Mae pointed to her chest.

"Your fall?"

"In a method acting cla.s.s, I learned how do one without hurting myself."

"The Oscar goes to Annie Mae."

"I would've settled for a loaf of bread."

"What next?" I turned a corner at the light.

Annie Mae held a finger up. "We've talked to Bert." She raised another finger. "Susie and Scarlett." She held four fingers up. "Who does that leave to investigate?"

"Ina, Lucy's back-door neighbor."

"Ah, yes, the tree person. And the threatening note."

"Let's hope she can give information that leads to the killer."

"Or she could be the killer."

"Let's find out."

I rang the doorbell. Annie Mae and I stood on the front porch of Ina Nesmith's peach-colored stucco two-story home, which backed up to Lucy's house. There was a huge tree visible beyond the rooftop.

The door opened. A shriveled lady, who looked a hundred years old, answered the door. She wore a pink crocheted sweater over a blue cotton dress. A pair of gla.s.ses hung on a multicolored, beaded chain. Her thin, gray hair was piled on top of her head in a tiny bun. A hearing aid was visible. "Yes?"

"We're friends of Lucy, your back-door neighbor." I pointed in the direction of her backyard.

"Lucy died. And she didn't live here. You have the wrong house." Ina shook her head. A bobby pin fell from her bun.

"We know that. We need to talk about the tree issue," Annie Mae said.

"The what?" Ina said loudly.

"Tree issue." I spoke clearly and slowly.

"You need a tissue?" Ina's eyebrows creased as she pulled tissues from her sweater sleeve. She handed one to me and one to Annie Mae.

"No, thank you." Looking at me, Annie Mae rolled her eyes. Then she turned back to Ina. "You wrote a note to Lucy about a problem with a tree."

"Remember? Over the roots?"

"Results? Rooster?" Ina leaned in. "I'm sorry, ladies, I have a difficult time hearing. By the way, something smells like fire."