by Bill McGrath
What had once been so simple would grow in complexity and I was just going to have to be a big enough girl to go with the flow. It was time.
CHAPTER-08.
There were three specific things I wanted to accomplish today, Wednesday.
First, I wanted to get by the antique alley when business started for the day and photograph the tires of the cars that likely belonged to the owners of the stores. It would be too easy to have one of these cars show off the strange diamond shaped tread, but unless I looked I would never know. That meant that I would have to go to the alley and make an excuse for talking to each store owner and hopefully being able to get a few quick pictures of his/her tires without them knowing what I was doing. I figured right when the business was opening was a pretty good way to insure that the owner’s vehicle and only the owner’s vehicle was in each parking lot. I also figured that announcing the date of the funeral would be a good excuse for showing up at their places of business. It is not like any of them were suspects or anything but eliminating them would do a lot of good.
The second thing I wanted to accomplish this day was to go by the funeral home and make the arrangements. I would have to go by the Dallas P.D. first and collect some paperwork but that could be done early.
I was not much looking forward to either of the first two tasks on my list.
The third task on my list though really did interest me. I wanted to get into Lola’s house and snoop around for a good long time. I guess I am a natural born snoop and at this point finding some paper trail that would lead to a next of kin was pretty
important. In addition, it was technically the only thing I was being paid for, so I wanted to log a bunch of hours just to put gas in my car. On the other hand even though Samuels had warned me several times to stay away from this case he had also actually hired me to work on it so I would format reports for him that included all of my activities connected with the case, not just the inventory from Lola’s house.
Wednesday morning was beautiful but there was rain in the forecast for the afternoon. For some reason Jill wanted to drive so I folded my large body into her VW Bug and we headed towards downtown Dallas. Back in the sixties and seventies we made lots of jokes about how tiny a VW Bug was, but in truth here in the new millennium her car yielded both more head room and more leg room than my Taurus.
Samuels was sort of busy so he could spend very little time with us, but he did give me the key to Lola’s house and the address. In addition he gave me the warnings I had expected about what to look for and what to bag as evidence. He knew I was good at my job so he didn’t go into too many details, but he, being the professional he is, did go over the basics and made sure we knew enough to wear rubber gloves. He also handed me an envelope which had all the information that I would need when talking to a funeral director concerning Lola’s funeral. The envelope contained also a list of funeral homes that were used often by the county but one had already been picked out. The list was there, Samuels had explained, only in case the one they picked was booked for the day we wanted the funeral.
Jill and I arrived at Uptown Treasures at 9:30 loaded down with a bag full of blueberry muffins which we shared with Jana. Her store, as well as the rest on the block, would all open for business at ten sharp. Therefore we were able to spend a nice peaceful thirty minutes before the business day began.
We talked a bit about when Lola’s funeral would be and made plans for dinner back at my house/office for this evening. Jana and I looked longingly into each other’s eyes. Jill and Jana chatted like good friends. Their discussion seemed to center around the Adonis-like Donald Smith, and how to lure him into Jill’s grasp. It was a pleasant thirty minutes and it passed much too quickly.
I worked the alley in the same order I had during my initial investigation. I started at the east end of the block and worked my way west. That put Parnell’s Prize Antiques first. Parnell was happy to hear the date of the funeral and quickly pressed me for more details like where and what time, so I had to play dumb and once again promise an update soon. I found only one car in the parking lot so I made the assumption that it was his. I wrote Parnell’s name in my memo book as well as his license plate number, then I took pictures of his license plate and each of his tires. I really had not thought up any quick story to tell the owner of the car
if he caught me taking pictures of his tires. I probably would simply tell him that I was working hard to try to eliminate him as a possible suspect. In this case however, Parnell was busy in his store, so he didn’t see me in his parking lot photographing his wheels.
Lola’s building was next and that is when it occurred to me that we had not yet identified a car belonging to Lola. I wrote myself a note to look for a car when we got to her house later in the day.
Antiques of Dallas was next. I just stayed outside photographing the one car in its lot while Jill went inside for this one. She was inside for perhaps ten minutes.
When she came out she reported that Fredrick Smith was there but his gorgeous son Donald was not. Fredrick Smith had asked Jill once again about the availability of Lola’s space and the contents of her store. Jill reported that she had told him the things about thirty days and one year depending on when we found the next of kin.
At Buy It Bare we found an old pickup truck and a new sedan in the parking lot. We did not, at this time know which vehicle belonged to which employee, but I left the tire photography duties to Jill while I went inside. Shelly was there dusting off her counter top and Rubert was sitting behind the counter with a huge mug of coffee. Neither seemed surprised to see me and Shelly immediately asked if I had details of the funeral. I gave her what I could and tried to figure a way to ask who drove which vehicle. It is difficult to come up with lie after lie but while I was trying to think up something clever to ask about, Shelly told Rubert to move his truck around back so it wasn’t taking up a parking space for customers. He begrudgingly agreed and all I could do was pray that Jill had put the camera away by then.
I was alone with Shelly for a few minutes and really wanted to drill her on her relationship with Rubert, and how they managed the store together. It is often difficult though asking people direct questions. I started by looking at some of the naked furniture and mentioned that I was looking for a new dining set. She showed me some chairs and a nice table, and quite quickly she was explaining to me the process we would need to go through to stain and finish the furniture. She never did get into any girl talk about her relationship, and I chose, at the time, not to push her.
We skipped the next building which was Jana’s business and went to the last one which was Texas Treasuretrove owned by the Crowley couple. We found Wanda Crowley working the store but her husband Steven had not arrived yet. She was forthcoming in her conversation unlike a person trying to guard a secret. For instance, when she told us her husband had not yet arrived she told us why he was not there, and that was that he had made an appointment to get the car tuned up. It was easy to maneuver her. I simply mentioned that my car also needed a tune up and she quickly recommended a specific mechanic at the dealership that they used.
Additionally when I mentioned that my car was old and small she quickly gave up that her husband drove an SUV less than two years old. Another thing that she was able to help with was when I spoke of the security camera on the loading dock of their store. She, without her husbands permission and also without us being cops, gave us a dozen video tapes to look through. We dashed out of there hoping to get off the property and out of sight with the tapes before Steven Crowley arrived. I sent Jill with the tapes next door to Jana’s business while I photographed Wanda Crowley’s tires for my records.
Just to make the records complete I went through the motion of photographing Jana’s license plate and tires. It is not like I considered her a suspect but if I had to turn the evidence over to Detective Samuels he would want an explanation for why her info was not there.
All in all we had gotten the preliminary tire photographs without
any trouble and I have to report that none of the tires I looked at had the diamond tread. Of course my notes would reflect that we still needed to get a look at the cars usually driven by Steven Crowley and Donald Smith.
We had a decision to make. The next thing on my list was to go by Lola’s house and start the inventory. Our primary goal was to identify next of kin. In an investigation like this finding some magic list of names that would identify a next of kin could be very easy, for instance we could walk in and find an up to date address book right next to the phone with brothers and sisters names numbers and addresses, or, it might take a lot longer where we would have to get lucky in the seventh or eighth hour of our search when we found a bundle of love letters written twenty years ago and tied up in a silk ribbon stashed away in the back of a little used closet. So we knew that we could be at her house just a few minutes or we might be there for a few days. The other thing that had just presented itself was that we had missed Steven Crowley’s car but we knew where it was supposed to be so we could quite quickly drop by the dealership and get photo’s of his tires for elimination purposes but that would surely alert him that he was a suspect and we were investigating him. At this point in the investigation it was probably better to let him think he was above suspicion so we proceeded to Lola’s house just a couple of blocks from the Antique Alley. It would later prove to be a big mistake.
Two blocks north and one block west we pulled into the driveway of 1406
Bexar avenue. Bexar is pronounced “BEAR” just like the animal. The “X” is silent, and as far as I know it is the only word there is with a silent X. Remember that this is in Texas, so naturally there is a legend that goes with the word Bexar. A hundred and twenty years ago Texas was pretty much a ranching state with cattle being the biggest money maker. Well, it seems that way back then they had open-range ranching which meant that during the winter the cattle would all be driven into a huge but fenceless and common area shared by several ranchers where the cattle would live in the wild for the winter. In the spring each of the ranchers would gather up his own cattle which he could identify by the brand on the animal.
At that time not all ranchers were exactly scholars, so the brands tended to be pretty simple, and honesty was not necessarily their best virtue. Well, anyway, one of the biggest but dumbest of the ranchers used a simple “X” to brand his cattle.
There was, at the time, a rancher whose last name was “Bear”. Well rancher Bear got his name legally changed to Bexar, and then, when they rounded up the cattle that spring he simply branded any cattle he found with an “X” with his new brand which was, of course, “BEXAR”, and he would place the new brand right on top of the old “X”.
According to the legend Rancher X mysteriously lost a bunch of cattle each spring and eventually went out of business and at the same time Rancher Bexar had tremendous luck gathering up his cattle each spring. He did so well that they eventually named the county after him, and the county still has the name to this day, and it is still pronounced like the X is silent. The street Lola lived on just happened to be named after the county. Such is life in Texas.
This neighborhood of Dallas had started out as a ranch, and still standing was a huge old mansion built at some point when leather and steaks were still the main products created and sold by Texans. The mansion itself still stood but the ranch land had been sold off piece by piece until it was all neighborhood. As each chunk of land was sold a contractor would build houses and sell them to newly arrived Texans. The freshly built houses were like a time line. For instance, if you went farthest from the mansion the houses were a bit older but built when craftsmanship still mattered in America. As you get closer to the mansion you wander into a time period where the rancher was forced to sell land closer and closer to his original mansion so the land sold for a bit more per acre but that simply meant that the builder could still make some money but he would have to build less expensive houses to turn a good profit.
The actual block had the mansion in the middle with a generous lawn on each side and then seven small houses had been crowded onto each side. All of the newer houses would have been built at the same time and my guess that it would have been in the late 1930’s or early 1940’s. I had not pulled any paper on the house but my gut told me that the house was just a few years older than Lola herself, so it was likely the house her parents had owned and she had likely lived there her entire life. If I were correct about that we should find a ton of family history inside the abode. Of course, I could be way off on that guess. Lola might have bought the place a year ago.
The house, just like most of the others on the block, was a single story two bedroom one bath room built from wood and covered in field stone. It had no basement. It had a fire place in the living room with a huge stone chimney which dominated one end of the building. On the other end was an attached one car garage which would also have enough space for the laundry machines. What little wood trim could be seen from outside was painted a dark brown but it was way past the time to re-paint. The roof looked to be fairly new having been replaced maybe five years ago. What little lawn there was seemed to be an afterthought with Lola’s being ignored most of the time and mowed about every third week. I did notice that several of Lola’s neighbors had some really nice landscaping done with lots of flowers or clever uses of paving stones, but Lola hadn’t wasted any money at all on the outside of the house.
It was now about noon on Wednesday and Lola would have been at the house last when she had left it Saturday morning, so there was several days of mail in the mail box which hung precariously by one rusty nail. I took all the mail and we would look through it to see if it would yield any clues.
The key fit nicely and twisted the lock open with little effort. As soon as we were inside we heard the persistent meow noises cats make. Two tabbies appeared from the threshold that led into the kitchen. They were curious but cautious with us and we were with them. Jill sprung to action by going into the kitchen and finding their food. She poured food into their food dishes and refilled their water bowl.
While they were gobbling down their breakfast I dialed 311 on my cell phone and worked my way through the menu to the cities animal control department. They promised to have a crew out to collect the kitties in a couple of hours.
I was sure it would take us at least that long to go through Lola’s things.
The house was a plain rectangle with the living room in the center of the front. Towards the back of the house the living room yielded to the kitchen. To the left of the living room there was a hall that had one bed room on each side and the only bath room shoved in at the end of the hall. If you turned right instead at the living room you found a dining room that Lola had used just for storage. The dining room had a door in the far wall that took you into the small garage.
That was the house in total. Including the garage and bath there were seven rooms totaling up to about a thousand square feet.
I started in the garage because the first thing I wanted to do was find Lola’s car. It was there. It was about ten years old and still had a meager thirty-thousand miles on it. The tires were perhaps originals because they were nearly bald with a tread pattern nothing at all like I was looking for but I photographed them anyway.
There were towels in the drier and nothing in the washer. I found a couple of mostly empty paint cans and a few garden tools but nothing like a lawn mower.
That meant that Lola probably paid a neighborhood kid to take care of the lawn maintenance. I would hate to have to fire a ten year old.
I joined back up with Jill who was still playing with the kitties in the kitchen. Since she was still new to the business I decided to have her work along with me rather than assigning her a room to look through by herself.
We decided to start there in the kitchen and found nothing remarkable. Lola had little food, a few dishes, old pots and pans, old appliances. The most plentiful stash of anything we found was cat food. Apparently Lola took better care
of her little pets then she did of herself.
We tackled Lola’s bath room next. Just the usual array of cleaning and feminine products one would expect to find.
The two bed rooms were quite unique. First of all keep in mind that it was a two bed room house and we expected Lola lived alone. The first was decorated like a little girl’s bed room but a girl who loved dolphins. The color scheme was sea blue with the covers and drapes being different shades of blue. Posters of dolphins crowded the walls. Dolphin statues were along the bookshelves and window sills.
Stuffed dolphins swam all over the bed which was a single. It first appeared that we had found a young girls bed room, but then we opened the closet and found clothes the type and size Lola herself would wear. In the clothes hamper more old lady clothing. On the bedside table a pair of reading glasses and a romance novel.
In the drawer of the bedside table a couple of prescription bottles with Lola’s name on them. These I pocketed. Perhaps we could get a line on her next of kin from her doctor.
The other bed room was, well how can I describe this? I know Raggedy Ann was an orphan, but here in this room she had become a princess. The entire room was painted red and pink. The single bed had a Raggedy Ann coverlet. There was an old TV that still worked on rabbit ear antenna and a VCR had been hooked to it.
There were perhaps fifteen VCR tapes all either Raggedy Ann or something having to do with Dolphins. There were eleven actual Raggedy Ann dolls in the room and every single one had been dressed like a princess with the exception of one that was dressed like a bride. There was a single Raggedy Andy doll in a tuxedo standing right next to the bride. On the bedside table another pair of reading glasses and another romance novel. There was a phone on the little table but I couldn’t find any address book near it, nor pad of paper for taking messages. There was an empty wine glass and a half-empty bottle of cheap white wine. The dresser and closet in this room also yielded more of Lola’s clothing and no indication that a little girl had ever been in the room.