The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land
Carson Reno Mystery Series
Gerald W. Darnell
The Price of Beauty in Strawberry Land
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Leroy Epsee – Sheriff Gibson County
Carlton Scruggs – Shelby County Sheriff
Curtis Turner – Loretta Turner’s husband/Charlotte’s stepfather
Dedication
Contribution Credits
The Price of Beauty
Prologue
“What did you do?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.
“You want me to make some waves – huh?”
“Okay – what else?” Larry asked.
“Yes I do. Good to see you too Nickie. Can I get a room?”
Kathy and Sam
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The Party
“Leroy? How did he manage to call you?”
“Yes, it does. What are your ideas?”
“What kind of plane do you fly?”
Mickey Campbell, Agent/Owner
Campbell Realty
Bemis, Tennessee
DA SUMMONS THE GRAND JURY
“Sure, what is the question?”
The
Price
of
Beauty in
Strawberry Land
A Carson Reno Mystery
Written by
Gerald W. Darnell
Be sure to check out Carson Reno’s other Mystery Adventures
Murder in Humboldt
Killer Among Us
Horse Tales
SU nset 4
the Crossing
Cast of Characters
Carson Reno - Private Detective
Rita - Hostess Starlight Lounge
Marcie – Peabody Hotel Telephone Operator
Andy – Bartender at the ‘Down Under’
Nickie/Ronnie Woodson – Owners Chiefs Motel and Restaurant
Tommy Trubush – carhop Chiefs
Jack Logan – Attorney/Partner
Leroy Epsee – Sheriff Gibson County
Jeff Cole – Deputy Gibson County
Scotty Perry – Deputy Gibson County
Elizabeth Teague – Airline Stewardess and friend of Carson’s
Mary Ellen Maxwell – Humboldt Socialite and owner of Maxwell Trucking
Judy Strong – Vice President of Maxwell Trucking
Gerald Wayne – Owner Wayne Knitting Mill
Nuddy – Bartender Humboldt Country Club
Dr. Barker - Coroner
Larry Parker – Chief of Detectives Shelby County
Brian Jeffers – Ex-Mayor of Memphis
Monica Jeffers – Wife of Brian Jeffers
Mason ‘Booker-T’ Brown – Head porter Peabody Hotel
Barry ‘Butch’ Lassiter – Chief Aide to Mayor
Darlene Lassiter – Wife of Barry Lassiter
Kathy Ledbetter – Employee Bosley Buick
Sam Ledbetter – Husband of Kathy Ledbetter
Charles/Carlon Bosley – Brothers and owners of Bosley Buick
Roger Thurbush – Mayor of Memphis
Susan Oakley – Mayor’s political advisor
Randy Price – Mayor’s bodyguard
Chuck Hutchinson – Memphis Police Chief
Carlton Scruggs – Shelby County Sheriff
Steve Carrollton – Head of Memphis Mafia
Bubba Knight – Mafia associate
Bobby James – Mafia associate
Watson Clark – Reporter Commercial Appeal
Amy Clark – Wife of Watson Clark
Amos Duncan – Father of Amy Clark
Bernie Taylor – Reporter Commercial Appeal
Alfred E. Dollar – Car thief
Brad Knuchols – Mafia associate
Jordan Bailey – Car salesman
Charlotte Luckey – Former Strawberry Hostess Princess
James ‘Jimmy’ Gannon – Football Coach
Barbara Stevens – ex-wife of James Gannon
Lee Stevens – Husband of Barbara Stevens
Loretta Turner – Charlotte Luckey’s mother
Curtis Turner – Loretta Turner’s husband/Charlotte’s stepfather
Travis Luckey – Charlotte Luckey’s father
Billy Vickers – Charlotte’s ex-boyfriend
Mickey Campbell – Bookie and Mafia associate
Phillip Chaney – Memphis playboy and Charlotte’s boyfriend
Denny Smith – Phillip’s half brother
Forrest Chaney – Father of Phillip and Denny
Ted Blaylock – Manager Humboldt Airport
Tony Russoti – Mafia associate
Joe Brody – Mafia associate
Dedication
Our Teachers
Ewing Jackson and Theda Gee
Contribution Credits
Mary Ann Sizer Fisher
Elizabeth Tillman White
Judy Steele Minnehan
Material Credits
Humboldt Public Library
Gibson County Historical Website
The Price of Beauty
In
Strawberry Land
Prologue
The year is 1962 and Carson Reno, once again, gets himself into situations that would be better left alone. A Memphis client hires Carson to prove infidelity, but instead he finds corruption and murder going all the way to the top of Memphis politics. A Jack Logan client investigation takes him back to Humboldt looking into automobile fraud, which lands him smack in the middle of a murder. Not just any murder, but the murder of a local beauty queen – one who seemed to have too many enemies for a girl her age.
Chapters
· Monica Jeffers
· New Clients
· Watson Clark
· Manhattan Club
· Jackson, Tennessee
· Kathy and Sam
· The Party
· Planes, Trains and Automobiles
· City Hall
· Missing File
· Ransom
· Strategy
· Confusion
· Tragedy
· Pieces to the Puzzle
· More Pieces
· Solution
“Life is cheap – make sure you buy enough”.
Carson Reno
INTRODUCTION
Beauty – real beauty is both a curious and interesting thing. There are varying degrees of beauty – depending upon the beholder. But what is beautiful to one is, more than likely, beautiful to all.
A beautiful woman will always retain her beauty. Regardless of age, wrinkles, even weight loss or gain – you can still see their magic and that thing we define as beauty. It’s unexplainable, but the things that made them beautiful still remain.
Age can alter how our eyes define this beauty, but it does not remove that underlying image which made them what they had always been – beautiful.
Only death has the ability to change this image and rob the beauty that was once so easily recognizable. In normal death – many r
emain as beautiful as they did in life - but in violent death, the beauty dissolves and a horrific site is inserted in the place of those things we knew and understood to be beautiful.
She had been in the water for more than 72 hours. Rigor mortis had come and gone and her body had begun to bloat – like a dead floating fish. Little water animals had already started to nibble at the exposed skin, leaving shreds of skin dangling for other predators to bite.
The body was never intended to be found, as is usually the case. This would have probably been accomplished except for an ambitious fisherman. Ike Murray knew the exact spot for he and his son, Rusty, to find fish in Humboldt Lake. A few yards back up in an unnoticed feeder creek is where Ike and Rusty had been catching their largemouth bass. It was here they found something tossed away like trash – without remorse and without the intent of anyone ever seeing the beauty in this woman again.
My story begins many days before Ike and Rusty’s fishing trip and many days before the events that led to their tragic discovery.
Monica Jeffers
M y office address is officially listed as 149 Union Avenue – L6, which means I occupy office 6 - located just off the lobby of The Peabody Hotel – Memphis, Tennessee. I actually would consider my address to be 3 rd avenue – not Union, but the address has its perks.
The location itself is also handy. All my phone calls come through the hotel operator, which is also my answering service. I eat lunch and breakfast in the employee dining room at a great price. I have a beautiful lobby to greet potential clients - and please don’t forget the duck show, it happens twice a day. Aside from the perverts who hang out in the lobby restrooms, I can’t find a lot of fault with my office arrangements.
Besides, this is 1962 and people are accustomed to the modern ways of doing business. Appearance is everything, or at least a close second to whatever is first. The new real estate buzz is ‘location, location, location’ – I think I have one of the best.
The hotel directory and telephone yellow pages show L6 occupied by ‘The Drake Detective Agency’. That can be confusing, because the name on my office door reads:
Carson Reno – Private and Confidential Investigations
I am Carson Reno and always have been. There has never been a Drake working from this office, or any other in Memphis, that I am aware of. However, when I opened the agency I just could not find any rhyme or rhythm in ‘The Reno Detective Agency’. Besides, everybody who has watched Perry Mason knows Paul Drake and who knows – people may think this is a branch office or something. A little free publicity and promotion never hurt any business, just as long as they call or show-up with money.
A large number of my clients consist of damaged spouses looking for dirt and evidence on the unfaithful partner. It is possible that infidelity has made me what I am today – not a rich man but I can pay my bills. Occasionally, I get some insurance investigation work – searching for someone who has successfully snookered the insurance company for their own goodwill, or some poor smuck who filed false claims and skipped. But mostly I deal with the underbelly of our society – where you find some very bad people and never make friends with anyone.
When I’m not specifically working on a case, I try to spend as much time as possible in or near the office. Another advantage of the Peabody is having access to restaurants, bars, shops and the downtown activity – so staying close is never a problem.
Afternoons and early evenings will usually find me at the Starlight Lounge – just off Winchester. Not only is it a good place to ‘hang-out’, it is a great place to look for clients or – in fact – look for those my clients have hired me to find! The Starlight has live entertainment starting at Noon daily – yes, I said Noon. Everyday it is loaded with housewives who use the early part of the afternoon and evening to visit The Starlight for some drink and dance before the husband comes home from work. They cook dinner early, put it in the oven and dance on over the Starlight for an afternoon of wine and martinis. I have a friend who calls the place "Club Menopause” – I think that is an appropriate name.
Of course with the ladies come the men – generally just in search of some companionship, but sometimes in search for much more. Regardless, these are my clients, or potential clients, and I see no harm in getting to know as many of them as possible.
Rita is the head hostess at the Starlight and works some unbelievable hours. In fact, I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t the first to greet me – regardless of the time. She was once crowned Miss Memphis and, as I understand, had a brief acting career. This lady hasn’t lost a thing with age – she still has those terrific looks and manner that won her so many awards and titles. No question, she is one knockout and classy lady who knows her stuff and knows her customers. Rita always makes sure I get an opportunity to ‘meet and greet’ those who are in ‘distress’ and might need my services. She’s so good at it that I should put her on the payroll – assuming I had a payroll! However, I do make sure she gets tipped properly – whenever I get the opportunity.
My other hangout is home – or close to it. Home is a 12th floor one bedroom apartment at the 750 Adams Complex on Manassas. A great place to call home - they have a small grocery/deli on the ground floor and a little bar in the basement called the ‘Down Under’ . Regardless of your condition, it is always just a short elevator ride home – and sometimes that makes good sense. Every weekend they offer live entertainment to a usually packed house. Being small, space is usually limited - but my friend ‘Andy’, the bartender, can always seem to find me room.
Today I was having my weekly lunch date with my lawyer and partner, Jack Logan, at the Rendezvous.
He was giving me the latest from a few shared clients and bringing me up to speed on his involvement with Judy Strong and Maxwell Trucking in Humboldt. Things were looking good – it seemed that Mary Ellen would be able to save the business and, along with Judy’s help, put Maxwell Trucking back on the right track. Mary Ellen and Judy would jointly run the business with Judy eventually assuming full control when all legal issues had been settled. Jack had worked hard on her case, and I certainly think his 'personal interest’ in Judy had made his work much easier than normal.
As we were finishing lunch, Jack mentioned that he had acquired another client from the Humboldt area and would be requiring my assistance. He promised to stop by later today with the details.
I walked back across Union to my office and stopped by the front desk to pick up my mail – which was unusually small. Just two letters and the regular junk.
As I walked away, Marcie yelled at me from behind the switchboard, “Hey handsome. You’ve got a client waiting for you. I put her in your office and she’s not just ANY client.”
“Oh yeah. Who is it?” I think Marcie knows everybody, or at least thought she did.
“It’s the mayor’s wife, or rather the ex-mayor’s wife – since he didn’t get reelected.”
“Interesting. Did you get her name?”
“I certainly did. It’s Monica Jeffers – I guess Mrs. Brian Jeffers would be a better way to put it, and she’s a looker, if you know what I mean,” Marcie giggled.
“Yes Marcie, I do know what you mean.” Even though I really didn’t know what she meant.
“And she’s got a dog with her.”
“A what?” I exclaimed.
“A DOG. You know, the little four legged furry things with tails that wag.”
“Did you put this dog in my office too?”
“Well, not actually. I didn’t, Mason did. After the dog ran all the ducks out of the fountain, he chased one up the mezzanine stairs and Mason finally got his hands on the dog.”
“Oh Lord!” I sighed.
“You’re telling me! What a fiasco. Ducks flying and running everywhere, the dog barking and chasing ducks, feathers flying, guests running for cover and Mason chasing that stupid dog like a chicken chasing a worm. I think it would still have been going on, except the elevator operator left his doors open an
d the ducks finally ran in there for cover. They were ready to go back to the roof. You didn’t notice they weren’t in the fountain when you came in?”
“No damn it. I wasn’t looking for the ducks. Marcie, sometimes your thought process is simply amazing. What kind of dog is it? Do you know?”
“No idea, just a little white dog. Cute but loud,” she added.
“And is it now in my office?” I frowned.
“Yes, along with Mrs. Jeffers. Did you vote for the guy – her husband? Maybe she’s working something political and needs to know how you voted.”
“Well, I doubt that, but I suppose I’ll just need to talk with Monica – Mrs. Jeffers, to find out – won’t I?”
“Yes, but be careful. As I said, she’s a looker and probably nothing but trouble, if you know what I mean,” she giggled.
“Yes Marcie. I know what you mean.” This time I DID know what she meant. And as it turns out, Marcie was right – she usually is.
New Clients
M ason ‘Booker-T’ Brown is the headman around the Peabody – nobody questions that. The labor union just describes him as ‘Head Porter’ – but Mason takes care of everything. In addition to being totally responsible for the ducks, he makes and coordinates all work schedules for the doormen, elevator operators, porters and parking garage workers. If you aren’t a maid or a cook, you best look to Mason for instructions – he is the man.
I was unhappy that Mason had put that dog in my office, but guess he didn’t have much choice. I’d talk to him about that later.
~
I cautiously walked into my office and introduced myself. Immediately I understood what Marcie meant by a ‘looker’.
At about 5’ 5” and 105 pounds, Monica Jeffers was well put together and handling her age well – which I guessed to be about 45. Other than being a little wide at the hips, Monica had taken good care of all her other parts and pieces. Long dark hair, dark eyes and an everlasting tan that added emphasis to a woman who had the ‘air’ of importance about her. She had ‘high society’ written across all her parts, looks and mannerisms. She also had a small white dog in her lap – which, I think, helped with my first impression.
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