Dying For Dinner Rolls Part 18

I was disappointed that I was wrong about Lucy being killed and me avenging her death. Maybe I had been wrong all along.

Perhaps it was suicide. That thought saddened me. I wished I'd known how desperate she must have felt so that I could have prevented her death. Maybe I could have talked to her, or gotten her help so that she didn't think death was her only option.

I sighed as I got out of my SUV. The air hung heavy with the remnants of the sticky, hot day. It smelled earthy from the rain earlier. Streetlights were on. Children giggled and chased each other near a group waiting outside a frozen yogurt shop.

The sound of the chandelier clanging announced Annie Mae at my side.

"I'm thinking this is worth at least a thousand dollars. Do you think she'll throw in a candle, too?" Annie Mae asked.

"Sure. Why not?" I smiled. I did enjoy spending the day with Annie Mae. I'd had a day out with no children. Maybe it wasn't a total loss.

My phone rang; an unfamiliar number showed up.

"Hi, is this Catherine?" A shaky male voice was on the other end of the connection.

I held my hand up to Annie Mae as a signal to wait. We moved in the shade under a store awning. "This is Catherine."

"I'm Micky. I was a friend with your dad. I'm sorry about what happened to him."

"Me, too. Thank you for calling me, Mr. Zwick. We stopped over earlier, and you were resting," I said. "Are you feeling any better?"

Annie Mae gave me a thumbs-up; apparently she heard that I was on the phone with Micky Zwick.

"Yes. Not as s.p.u.n.ky as I was before, but I am doing just fine. Really, I feel pretty great."

"Good."

"Now what can I do for you? Karen said you had to ask me some questions? And please call me Micky," he said.

"Yes. I won't take up too much of your time. But I just wanted to know about the business you were in with my dad and a few others. It had something to do with junkyards and rebuilding cars?" I asked.

A long silence. Did I get disconnected? Glancing at my phone, I saw the call was still active.

"Mr. Zwick? Micky?" I asked.

Micky cleared his throat. "Yes. I'm still here. Catherine, that was a long time ago. We were friends and tried to go into business together. Let's just say that, in the end, we decided it was best to dissolve the company and each go our own way."

"Did something happen to cause it to dissolve?" I asked.

"As I said, we all went our own way. We were all still fiends, it's just that we knew the partners.h.i.+p would not work out." Micky's voice softened.

"Oh." I paused. "I don't know if you've heard, but three of your former business partners have died in the past two months. I don't know if there is any connection or not. I just had a hunch that maybe it had to do with something that happened when you were all working on the car business."

Silence.

"No. No connection that I know of. They were all good men. And it broke my heart to hear that they pa.s.sed." Micky coughed.

"Okay. Well, I just thought that maybe there may have been a grudge or something that would cause someone to go after your group members."

"Listen, Catherine. We were all like brothers. None of us would ever do anything to hurt the other one." Micky cleared his throat. "If there is anything else you need, you can call me back. Listen, it's almost time for me to take my medicine."

"I'll let you go, then. Thank you for your time," I said.

"Oh, Catherine, your dad was a good man. I need you to know that," Micky added.

Of course I knew that. Why did he feel he had to make a point to mention it? "Yes, I know. I miss him terribly."

"Well, then. Have a good day." Micky clicked off.

"So? What happened? I only heard your side of the conversation." Annie Mae and I left the shade of the awning and continued along the sidewalk to the Blue Belle shop.

"To sum it up-looks like a dead end. Micky doesn't think there are any connections with the deaths of his business partners, including my dad. He said they were all like brothers," I said.

"Sorry, kiddo."

"There must be something else I'm missing," I said. "I just wish I had gotten some sort of clue or something from Micky that would lead me to who shot my dad. Anything at all."

"At least you were able to talk to him."

"True."

"Is that Cowboy going into the store?" Annie Mae pointed as Cowboy entered Blue Belle.

"That's right. Scarlett asked him to come back at closing. I remember overhearing that he was picking up something from her." I opened the door and let Annie Mae walk in first. The bells let out a faint jingle. No one turned to look at us.

Upon entering, I saw Cowboy and Scarlett talking near the register. Scarlett's back was to us. I doubt she saw us.

Zachary approached. "Hi. Nice to see you again."

"Hi, Zachary." I shook his hand. "Do you know how long your aunt will be?"

"I'm not sure. She's with a client right now. I know he's important because she said that she cannot be disturbed, no matter what." Zachary scratched his neck. "And I don't want to make her mad."

"Oh?" Annie Mae's voice rose.

"She may be little, but she has a temper." Zachary looked down at his green gym shoes.

"I don't want to disturb her, either, but I've got this great chandelier that I think she'll love." Annie Mae held it up.

"It does look old," I added.

"And expensive, too." Annie Mae added. "This looks like something she could sell and make a whole lot of money."

"Maybe if I put it in the backroom, I can have her look at it when she has a chance," Zachary said.

The bells on the door jingled. A couple pus.h.i.+ng a stroller walked in.

"I have to help them." Zachary motioned to the customers.

"I could just put it back there myself," Annie Mae said.

"Only if that's okay with you?" I asked Zachary.

Zachary waved a hand. "Sure. Go Ahead."

Annie Mae and I made our way to the back of the store.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Cowboy and Scarlett shaking hands. Seeing them together made me remember parts of their conversation this morning. An unsettling feeling rumbled inside me. "You know, something about Scarlett doesn't feel right."

"There's a lot not right. She's gotten a ton of surgical work done. I call that well preserved. And trying to sell candles for a hundred bucks? Give me a break. That's not right." Annie Mae jiggled her chandelier.

"I was thinking about Scarlett and Cowboy's earlier conversation," I said.

"That cowboy, oh baby, I think he's kind of cute. Tall and hunky."

"What about Tadcu?"

"He's a cutie, too. But I've got to keep my options open now that I'm out there dating again." Annie Mae circled her hand.

Pus.h.i.+ng the thick tapestry curtain aside, we entered the back hallway. All the while, tidbits of conversations spun in my head. "Did anything strike you as odd about what Scarlett said to us earlier?"

Furrowing her brows, Annie Mae said, "Come to think of it, didn't she say something to the effect that Lucy had an accident? I mean, someone can slip and fall and accidently kill themselves. But an accident with a butcher knife slitting a wrist? I don't think so."

"Right. I caught that, as well. Although it may've just been a verbal slipup."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Annie Mae raised an eyebrow. "What else are you mulling over?"

"Now that we're back here, I'm thinking about Lucy's vase. Also, Cowboy had said to Scarlett how lucky she was she got something back." I shook my head. "None of this makes any sense. Just seems like a few pieces that don't fit."

Annie Mae peered in boxes. "Yeah, and remember how insulted Scarlett seemed to be when I told her I was surprised she sold such an ugly vase in her store?"

"Yes, the one in Lucy's house is rather run-of-the-mill, do-it-yourself pottery shop. But she'd shown me a picture of the room. I remember thinking it was a very pretty vase." I bent over, looking into a box.

"Then you need gla.s.ses."

"It's not adding up."

"You still have Lucy's cell phone, right?"

"Yes." I stood and looked at Annie Mae. "Why?"

"Following a hunch. We already looked at her texts and call log. I think we need to look at her pictures." Annie Mae set her chandelier down on a table.

"Good idea." I turned on Lucy's cell phone and began to look through her pictures.

Jazz music played as muted sounds of conversations came from the other side of the curtain separating the backroom where we stood from the showroom where Scarlett and Cowboy were. A strong scent of citrus hung in the air.

Annie Mae leaned over to see as I clicked though each picture on Lucy's cell. There were lots of photos of her cat and other pictures of animals. Some dozen or so pictures of her backyard garden were interspersed with several shots of the interior of her house.

"Stop. That's her sitting room." Annie Mae pointed.

I found the vase in the picture and enlarged it.

Annie Mae and I locked eyes.

"That is not the vase that is in her house now, that's for sure," Annie Mae said.

"Right. And I saw it somewhere else." A second later, I remembered. "The pattern along the top looks like the piece sticking out of a box back here."

"Holy smokes. You're right. What are you thinking?"

"Just that Lucy's vase may have been switched."

"By whom?"

"I don't know." I darted my eyes around, looking for the box I had seen earlier with the top of a blue and white porcelain item sticking out. I couldn't find it. Scarlett's office door was shut. I walked over and tried the door handle. Locked. I wondered if it was in there.

"I want to find out what Scarlett knew about the vase. Or if she knew someone who would have gone to Lucy's house to steal it."

"And switched it out." Annie Mae stood next to me trying the door handle. "Why is her door locked?"

"I don't know. But I wish I could figure out how to use my cell's recording device. I wanted my boys to teach me, but they never had the time."

"I know how to use mine."

"Great. Turn it on just in case something is said that could be used as evidence."

"Like?"

"I wish I knew. Let me call Jose." I tapped my speed dial. My battery was charged just enough for a quick call. "I'm calling Jose to tell him what we've found so far and to have him meet us over here."

"And do what?" Annie Mae leaned against a wall.

"I'm not sure. But I'm pretty sure the vase has something to do with Lucy's death."

Jose answered on the third ring. "Cat, what's going on?"

I got him up to speed then said, "It's almost closing time. I think Annie Mae and I have to break into Scarlett's office and find the vase."

"h.e.l.l, no! Do not break in anywhere," Jose said.

I covered the cell phone and turned to Annie Mae. "He thinks it's a good idea."

Annie Mae's right eyebrow rose.

"I'll have to arrest you," Jose said. "Cat, are you still there?"

This time I had to go with my motherly intuition and not listen to logic. And my gut said to follow my hunch, even if that meant I had to betray my friend. But it was that important to find Lucy's killer. "Bad connection. Have to go now. Thanks, Jose." I ended the call.