“Well, I sure hope they won’t consider Sidney as a suspect, because I can tell you it’s impossible. Sidney was with me. All day, in fact. We’d gone to the Legends area, over by the Kansas Speedway, in Kansas City, Kansas. We were shopping for new shoes and winter coats at the stores there. Sidney’s dad had given her two hundred dollars to spend and even gave me a one hundred dollar bill. He suggested we make a day of it. We were thrilled, as you can imagine. So we found her a pair of black Crocs and this cool navy blue parka, and I got a pair of Crocs like hers, in brown, and a new windbreaker. Then we ate lunch at Jazz and went to see a movie afterward,” Paula said. “We didn’t get back home until late in the evening, so I can vouch for her whereabouts the entire day. Not to mention, she talked about how much she loved Walter all day long.”
“That’s good. Not that anyone suspected her of doing anything wrong. How long had the two been dating?” I asked.
“I’m not sure exactly, but over three years at least. I’ve known Sidney for three years, and she was going with him when we first met. They started going together in high school, the summer before their senior year, I think. They broke up for a few weeks recently, but they worked it out and made up. Like I said before, they are closer than ever now.”
“What happened to cause the recent rift in their relationship?”
“Well, I don’t know what made Walter do it, but he went out with Audrey McCoy one night. Sidney and Audrey have always hated each other, and I imagine Audrey coerced him just to get to Sidney. The two bicker constantly on the cheerleading squad, which makes it hard to get anything done at our practices. We all wish Audrey would just quit the squad, because nobody likes her very much. She’s a hothead and a royal bitch. Now she’s the one who ought to be considered a suspect! She was really ticked off when Walter got back together with Sidney.”
“I’m sure she’s on the list,” I said sincerely. She was definitely on mine. “Do you have any idea where Audrey was at the time of the murder?”
“No, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she was at that bed and breakfast place, killing Walter. I don’t know how much she really cared for Walter, but I do know she would do about anything to hurt Sidney. They’ve been rivals since Sidney beat out Audrey in a run for class president. The campaign was brutal, but Sidney won by a landslide in a class vote. Like I told you, nobody likes Audrey very much.”
“Is Audrey here today?”
“No, which also makes me wonder if she could be responsible for—”
“Do you know where she lives?” I asked, cutting off her train of thought. I had been thinking along the same lines myself.
“Well, I’ve never been to her house, but I do know she doesn’t live anywhere close to the campus, maybe not even in Rockdale anymore. She moved out of her parents’ house as soon as she graduated from high school. She and her dad didn’t get along,” Paula said. “I’m sure she’s in the phonebook. Or you could contact her mother, Norma McCoy, and get the information from her.”
“What kind of person is Audrey, other than competitive?” I asked.
“She wasn’t much of a student in high school, barely passing most of her classes. Her grades were just barely high enough to graduate. I couldn’t believe when she enrolled in this community college. She doesn’t have many friends, kind of keeps to herself most the time. She’s not really the cheerleader type at all. And Audrey has a terrible hair-trigger temper. She’s into it with somebody all the time, but usually it’s Sidney. They absolutely despise each other,” Paula explained. “They’ve clashed since the day they met.”
“How about the other gal? Roxie something. Do you know where she lives?” Paula didn’t seem to question the fact I knew all about Walter’s love life, including the name of his most recent one-time date. “What was her last name again?”
“Kane. No, I have no idea where she lives. I don’t really know her, or anything about her. She’s a student here at the college, though, I do know that much. I’ve seen her a couple times in the anatomy lab. I still can’t believe Walter went out on Sidney with that girl. That nearly slammed the door shut on his relationship with Sidney. If she didn’t love him so much, she would have never taken him back after he went out one night with Roxie Kane.”
“Thank you very much, Paula, for all your help. I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me,” I said. I felt I’d gotten all the useful information I was apt to get for the time being, and I needed to get home and put away the non-perishable items I’d bought yesterday as if I had just purchased them this morning. Mostly, I was just stocking up on paper products and cleaning supplies. The cupboards were already full of food products.
I still wanted a one-on-one with Sidney, but it would have to wait. I looked over at the rest of the cheerleaders to see if Sidney was still bawling, but I couldn’t spot her. The girls were talking among themselves, but Sidney wasn’t in the group.
“Glad I could help, Ms. Reed,” Paula said, heading back toward her friends.
Later that afternoon, I called Sidney Hobbs’ home after looking up her number in the phone book. Her father answered the phone. I explained I was Rhonda Reed, investigative reporter, and I was writing an article for the local newspaper. I needed to ask his daughter just a few simple questions and promised I would make it quick.
“Didn’t I see you driving out of the parking lot at the college campus when I went to pick up Sidney from her cheerleading practice this morning? Sidney told me there was a reporter at the practice. Was that you?” he asked. He didn’t sound too pleased about it.
“Yes, that was me. I spoke with her friend, Paula, because Sidney was in no shape to speak with me at the time. Is she available now?”
“No, she still isn’t in any condition to speak with anyone regarding Walter’s death, especially reporters. She’s devastated, as you can well imagine. That’s why she had called me to pick her up early,” Mr. Hobbs said.
“But I was under the impression practice hadn’t even begun when I left.”
“It hadn’t. Sidney called me to pick her up early because she couldn’t function enough to participate in practice. She’s still enduring a lot of anguish and pain, and I absolutely refuse to let the media hound her, which could only cause her more suffering. She knows nothing about the young man’s death and has nothing to say, so please leave this family alone.” Mr. Hobbs hung the phone up rather noisily, which I thought was quite rude under the circumstances.
I would surely get an opportunity to speak with Sidney in the next few days, at least when her parents weren’t around to protect her. I could understand why they didn’t want the media involved. Their daughter had already been through enough. But a few simple questions couldn’t hurt her much, could they? Did she have something to hide? Did her parents think she might have something to hide? Could they be right? Was that why they were shielding her? Did she go shopping with Paula that day to have something to use as an alibi while someone else did the dirty deed for her? I would have to steal a few minutes of her time, one way or another.
Chapter 6
“I got the lawn all mowed, Lexie. The lawnmower is still not running properly, but it’s probably the last time this season it’ll need to be done. I noticed the trees have already lost most of their leaves. I think I’ll do some fertilizing today too, on the front lawn, at least. What have you been up to this morning?”
“Oh, you know. Groceries and such.”
“Uh-huh. Have you heard from Wyatt or anyone? When are our guests due to arrive? Are you ready for them? Is there anything I can do to help?” Stone asked me when he came in from outside. He sounded like my daughter, firing one question after another at me. This reminded me I did need to call Wendy in case she’d learned anything new on the murder case.
“Just picked up some things from the store,” I replied. “And no, I haven’t heard from anyone yet today. I was just getting ready to bake some apple tarts for dessert tonight. The Dudleys are due here in a couple of hours. I’m b
aking a pork roast to serve with fried potatoes and fresh green beans for supper tonight.”
“That sounds great. I’ll grill us all some steaks tomorrow night,” Stone said. “The rib eyes are on sale at Pete’s Pantry this week. I’ll pick up several extra packages to freeze for later on. Did you buy any meat this morning?”
“No, I bought mostly paper products today. We were running low on toilet paper and paper towels. I also bought several bags of candy to hand out to trick-or-treaters.”
The Alexandria Inn was billed as a bread and breakfast but offered much more. Breakfast was served, as well as dinner, in the formal dining room. Tea or coffee, and an afternoon snack was also available in the parlor, at least when coffins and/or dead vampires were not on display in that room. I even served lunch when the occasion called for it.
Free museum excursions and walking tours were offered, as well as shuttle service to nearby casinos and shopping areas. I’d led groups through the local museums more times than I cared to count. Other personalized arrangements could be made, as well. We did whatever we could to ensure we had thoroughly satisfied guests in hopes they’d return often, and would also encourage others to visit our establishment. It was basically an all-inclusive inn, with Stone and me, and our seasonal help, taking care of every want or whim our customers could come up with. It wasn’t even unusual for us to lend out our personal vehicles.
Stone joined me in the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a piece of a store-bought crumb cake I’d just brought in from my Jeep, before heading back outside to clean up his mower and park it back in the maintenance shed. I was relieved my whereabouts that morning never came up in conversation again. I rinsed off our dishes and placed them in the dishwasher as Stone stood up to leave.
“Why did I install a brand new dishwasher if you insist on washing the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher?” he asked me in jest.
“I’m just rinsing off the chunks of food so they don’t clog up the pipes. I’m not actually washing them, and you know it,” I answered playfully, as I snapped the back of his jeans with my damp dishtowel. “Now get your buns out of my kitchen!”
As soon as Stone left, I picked my cell phone up off the counter and dialed Wendy. She answered on the first ring. She was living in a small apartment in St. Joseph, but spent many evenings with Stone and me at the inn. She even occasionally spent the night with me in Shawnee. She claimed to get very lonely in her studio apartment. She’d always been a very social person, unlike me, who enjoyed time alone now and then. Having less personal time had been one of the adjustments I’d had to make when I became involved with Stone. Now I missed his company when I was by myself.
“Were you just sitting around waiting for the phone to ring?” I asked Wendy.
“Actually, I was just getting ready to call you when it rang,” Wendy said. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” I answered. I didn’t mention my morning episode with the cheerleaders, as she could be as incessantly over-protective as Stone. “Have you learned anything new about Walter’s murder?”
“No, I was just going to ask you the same thing. I thought maybe you’d heard from the police department. I know Wyatt stops by the inn just about every day.”
“That’s because I bake fresh pastries just about every day,” I said, with amusement in my voice. Wendy knew I was very fond of the detective, and she liked him a lot too. If she weren’t so infatuated with Stone’s nephew, Andy, who lived on the east coast, she probably would have been interested in dating Wyatt. But Wyatt had not been on the market since Veronica had come back into his life.
Wendy still spoke with Andy nearly every day. She’d met him shortly after I met his uncle, Stone. He’d flown back several times in the following months, and Wendy and Andy spent much of his time here together.
“Yes, I’m sure that’s part of it, but I also know Wyatt enjoys visiting with you and Stone. It gives him something to do when police business is slow in Rockdale. Fortunately, random murders, like that of Walter, are very rare in your neck of the woods. Not that they are all that frequent here in St. Joseph.”
“Yes, well, at least they were rare in Rockdale until the Alexandria Inn opened for business, according to Wyatt.”
“The inn did liven up the police department, didn’t it? Before long the Rockdale Police Department will need its own homicide division,” Wendy said.
“You sound just like Wyatt now.”
Wendy chuckled over the phone. “Well, I’ve got to take my car for an oil change this afternoon so I’ll let you go for now. Give me a ring if anything comes up.”
“Okay,” I said. “You do the same.”
* * *
I glanced at the clock as I heard a car pulling up in the driveway. It was ten minutes after three, so I knew the Dudleys had arrived. Eleanor Dudley had informed me on the phone they expected to arrive no later than four in the afternoon. I’d just placed the pork roast in the oven, and now I quickly turned the teakettle on so the water would be warmed up by the time Eleanor and Steve Dudley had stowed their luggage and washed up. I didn’t know if they preferred tea or coffee, so I was prepared for either case.
When I stepped out on the back porch to greet them, I noticed Detective Wyatt Johnston talking to Stone over by the maintenance shed. Stone was pouring fertilizer into a walk-behind spreader. I was anxious to see if Wyatt had anything new to report. His friendship with Stone was just one more reason I appreciated him. He gave Stone someone to buddy around with.
I quickly led the Dudleys to their suite. As the only guests, they were ensconced in the nicest suite on the second floor. Tea was their preference, so I told them it would be served whenever they were ready for it. They could take their time unpacking and freshening up from their long day on the road. I was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep my eyes off an unsightly growth on the side of Mrs. Dudley’s chin. It was the size of a quarter and had sprouted something that reminded me of a Chia Pet I’d once owned.
The rest of Eleanor’s face bore a week’s worth of boldly colored makeup, taking away from the brilliance of her strikingly beautiful blue eyes. She was shaped very much like a pear, with almost no shoulders, and a butt that spanned the entire width of the suite’s door. She wore a white tennis dress, stretched taut across her backside, and spiked white heels with shiny sequins across the top. Had no one told her you shouldn’t wear white after Labor Day? And you really shouldn’t wear any color of spiked heels with a too-tight tennis dress. I could hardly wait to see what she chose to wear to their family reunion the following weekend.
At least Steve Dudley, in comparison to his wife, was very bland and average in appearance. He was the type of person you could talk to for an hour, and then not recognize the next day. He kind of blended in with the woodwork, but he seemed like a very nice gentleman.
I got the Dudleys settled into their suite and made a beeline for Wyatt and Stone in the backyard. As I approached, I could hear them discussing the intricacies of a 200-horsepower Mercury motor. I stood silently for a minute or so, trying to appear interested as Wyatt told Stone about his new Ranger bass boat. I failed miserably and lost my patience with the present conversation. Needing a segue, I leapt at the first opportunity I could grasp.
“Thrust?” I asked innocently. “Did you say something about thrust? Speaking of thrust, Wyatt, I’m so sorry another murder case has been thrust upon you. Oh, yeah, and about that, have you heard anything new on the case?”
“Well, we’ve been interviewing relatives, and the few adult visitors to the haunted house you could remember,” Wyatt Johnston said. “None of them have had much input. None claim to have any involvement in the murder or have any information about it to relate. Most of the haunted house visitors had never even heard of Walter Sneed.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” I said. “Most were young mothers, or grade school teachers.”
“As you may already know, Walter’s mother, Melba Sneed, is still in the hospital. She’s beco
me even nuttier than ever, impossible to question. When the name ‘Walter’ was mentioned by a detective, she thought he was the housekeeper. She asked if he could come sweep under her bed. She was sure she’d heard sounds of mice scurrying beneath the bed, and wanted to assure there were no food scraps scattered about that would attract more varmints.
“It appears her mental state has become completely unstable in her grief and anguish,” Wyatt said, with compassion in his deep voice. “I hope she can come around enough to attend her son’s funeral. I think I read in the paper it’s scheduled for Wednesday morning at ten, with a wake Tuesday evening.”
“Where will it be?” Stone asked.
“I have no idea, I’ve forgotten what the paper said,” Wyatt said. “But I could—”
“I know where,” I interrupted. “I called the funeral home this morning. The visitation will be held at the Catholic Church at Fourth and Cyprus, from six to eight. Walter will be laid to rest at St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetery, directly behind the church.”
“Okay,” Stone said. “I’ll have to find something to wear.”
“Your brown suit has just been dry-cleaned, Stone, but I’ll have to go home and bring back some decent clothes to wear to both the wake and funeral. I don’t have anything here that’s appropriate.”
“It looks like Walter’s father will be in town for the funeral. While we were notifying the next of kin, we discovered Clarence Sneed had come back for the Rockdale High School thirtieth class reunion,” Wyatt said. “At least he won’t have to make a special trip back here.”
That answered one question I had. It had seemed like too much of a coincidence to me that Walter’s father would show up in town the same week his son was killed. At least he had a logical reason to be in Rockdale right now. For some reason, I was kind of disappointed by the news.
“Do you know who made the funeral arrangements?” Wyatt asked.
“I’m not certain if Chuck or Clarence were involved, but I got the impression from the funeral director his sister, Sheila Talley, took care of the details all by herself. He said she complained bitterly about every charge incurred, like the cost of their cheapest casket, a flower spread to drape over the casket, transportation of the body, the necessity of a vault and embalming, and so on. Sheila was considering cremation, even though it goes against her personal beliefs, but she finally decided against it.”
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