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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ U

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Unlikely Motives

 

I rush over to where Angela lies on the floor. At least she didn’t hit anything on her way down. Damn, now what do I do? Ok, think Dee. Cold water? Cold water helps people who have passed out, right?

I can’t just pour cold water on her. I’m not good in situations like this. I look around the room and spot the washcloth. A cold washcloth should work. I saw that in a movie one time. I dampen the washcloth with cold water and kneel down next to Angela. I pat her face with it and notice her eyelids twitching.

“Come on Angela. Wake up!”

I pat her face some more. “Angela! Wake up.”

She opens up her eyes. “Dee? Dee, what am I doing on the floor?”

I help her sit up, then stand up and sit her in a chair. “You passed out. When was the last time you ate? Did those goons hurt you, Angela? You need to see a doctor or something?”

I’m feeling a bit anxious. I should have asked her before if those guys did anything to her. If they did, they are going to stay in that hole for a lot longer than a day!

“Doctor? No, no I don’t want to see a doctor. I’ll be alright. Maybe a glass of water?” She closes her eyes and I watch her carefully for a few seconds. I don’t want her passing out again.

“Sure, I can get you a glass of water. Hang on, Angela.”

I grab a glass out of the bathroom and a water bottle from the mini fridge. I sit down across from her and hand her the glass full of water. She takes a few sips and gets a bit more color in her cheeks.

“You ok now, Angela?”

“I think so, Dee. I’m sorry I’m being such a baby. You’ve been through more than I have and look at you! You’re not fainting or doing something stupid like that.” Angela frowns as she looks over the rim of the water-glass at me.

“You’re doing fine, Angela. I’m really not the fainting type, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders. “You need some food in you. When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t really remember. With Tony dying, then getting threats myself and everything else that has gone on. I think it’s been a few days.”

“See, that’s your problem! Even I would faint if I hadn’t eaten in a few days.” I smile and try to reassure her. No wonder she looks so bad. Probably hasn’t slept much either. We’ll order something to eat from room service and while Fedora, Billy and I plan our next moves she can take a nap. She’ll be herself again in no time.

“Angela, did those guys do anything to you? They didn’t touch you did they?” I hate to ask her these questions, but I need to make sure she really is alright, physically anyway.

It takes her a minute to understand what I mean. Her eyes widen and she shakily puts down the glass of water. “No! No, Dee! They never touched me like that! Sid, he’s the one that gave orders to the other two, slapped me once, but that’s all they did!”

Relief washes over me. I move to the hotel phone and pick it up. “What we need is food. I’ll order room service.” I ring the kitchen and give an order for bacon, eggs and toast and lots of coffee. I want to get over to Tony’s house as soon as I can. I also need to talk to Tony’s daughter.

We need to find out why the deed to the Wenner place is so important. Is it really the bouillon they are after? They could find it without the deed, after all, the place is isolated enough that half a dozen men could work in the place and no one would know. Look at how many holes were already dug around the place.

What if it’s not the bouillon? What if it’s something else entirely? It has to be something pretty important to whoever the top boss is if they are willing to kill for it. What could it be?

“Angela, did this Sid ever ask about the hidden bouillon? Did you hear why they want the deed so badly?”

“They never mentioned the bouillon. The deed won’t do them much good unless it’s signed over to them or their boss. I told him that!”

“What did Sid say to that?” My curiosity is aroused even more at this news.

“He didn’t say anything to me directly. He mostly ignored me once he found out I really couldn’t tell him where the deed was.”

I was really hoping this Sid would be like most no-brain hoodlums and brag to Angela about what they wanted the deed for. Maybe Sid is smarter than I thought. Now that would be a letdown.

“I did overhear the other two talking about a manuscript. I wasn’t really paying attention at the time. The place does have a few fine antiques in the house. Once cleaned up they would be worth something. The library is also full of rare books. Old man Wenner was quite the collector I understand.”

I ponder this a moment. So what do we have? A crime boss that wants the Wenner deed. His henchmen that are looking for that deed, but aren’t interested in the bouillon. Everyone loves gold. At today’s market, it would be worth a large fortune. A couple of them  mention in passing a manuscript. What kind of manuscript? Is that what they are really after?

The questions keep coming, but no answers. Yet.

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ T

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Trouble at the Hilton

 

I pull up into the Hilton parking lot. I watch as Fedora pulls in next to me. A lot of talcum powder blew off Tee and I as we rode the Harley, but I could still see traces of it on my clothing.

Billy, Angela, and Fedora step out of the SUV and surround me. Time to figure out the next steps.

“Angela, you come with me to my room. I don’t want you on your own till we figure things out.” I tell her as I see she looks a bit pale still.

“What’s next, Dee?” Billy asks with his usual bright smile.

“Don’t you have to work, Billy?” I ask him as I take in his eyes glimmering with excitement.

“Nope. Lucky you! Today is my day off.” Billy gives me his trademark wink. Fedora is silent as he stands watching me. Time for me to up the game I think.

“Billy, you go with Fedora to his room. Give Angela and me about an hour to clean up and order breakfast. I think she could do with some food in her. Then come to my room and we’ll figure out what to do next. We need to work fast, as I don’t know if those goons will manage to get out of the hole faster than I want them to.”

Fedora frowns. I knew he wouldn’t want Billy to tag along. He’s useful and as long as I curb his enthusiasm, he does what I ask of him without arguing, unlike Fedora.

“I’ll have to go up a different way, Dee. The dragon is on duty this morning. We employees are not supposed to fraternize with the guests, even off the clock, but I’ll be there.” Billy assures me.

“Do we need him, Dee?” Fedora asks as we watch Billy give a quick wave and disappear behind the back of the hotel.

“He knows the town and the people. Yeah, we need him.” I start to walk to the entrance of the hotel with Angela. Fedora follows behind.

Angela is too quiet.  I’m worried about her. She looks too pale and her eyes are tinged with fatigue. She hasn’t said more than a dozen words since we rescued her.

We walk through the front doors of the Hilton and Mr. Haughty is in his usual place behind the front counter. That must be Billy’s dragon. Fits.

He watches us come in with a frown. “Miss Watson! May I have a quick word with you, please?”

The three of us change direction and walk to where Mr. Haughty is waiting. He looks us up and down and has a look on his face as if we smell. Well, maybe we do, a bit. Goon busting is hard work.

I smile my best smile and wait for him to speak.

“How long will you be staying with us, Miss Watson?” He asks with that same look on his face. I see by the discrete name tag on his jacket that he is actually Mr. Ellsworth and not Mr. Haughty.

“I don’t know for sure. Is there a problem?” I ask politely.

“I’m just wondering if you might be more comfortable in a different hotel, Miss Watson. Say the Ashville Motel, maybe?”

I remember seeing that particular motel as I was entering Ashville, a seedy looking flop house. Probably full of bed bugs and hookers. I let my smile slip away. After all I have been through the last forty-eight hours or so, I am not happy with Mr. Ellsworth-Haughty’s attitude.

Before I can open my mouth to let Mr. Haughty have my temper full blast, Fedora steps around me.

“Hello, Mr. Ellsworth is it?”

“Yes. You are with Ms. Watson are you not?” Mr. Ellsworth does not look impressed. I keep my mouth shut. I’m curious what Fedora will do.

Fedora hands Mr. Haughty his business card. Do all rich people carry those things? I have business cards too but keep forgetting to carry any with me. Mr. Ellsworth barely glances at the card.

“Is there some reason why you think Ms. Watson wouldn’t enjoy staying at your fine hotel?” Fedora asks in a friendly tone.

“Well, for one thing I’m sure a private investigator can hardly afford it,” he sneers. I’m surprised he knows what I do for a living. Mr. Haughty notices my look.

“Yes, I know what you do Ms. Watson. I Googled you.” He looks quite proud of the fact.

“Well, since you are so up to date on the latest internet techniques, why don’t you Google me also.” Fedora looks down his nose at Mr. Haughty. I know that look well, as he gave it to me when we first met. I watch Mr. Haughty to see how he takes it.

“Go on Ellsworth, we’ll wait.” Fedora says in an ice-cold tone.

Mr. Haughty hesitates then does a few things on his computer under the desk. I can actually see his face pale as he reads what I am sure is a nice biography of Fedora and his rich family.

“I’m sorry Mr. Williams. Please accept my deepest apologies for any errors I might have made.” Mr. Haughty seems to have lost a lot of his attitude in seconds. “You have to understand my position, sir when I see Ms. Watson come into our respectable hotel two days in a row looking, well looking as she does. You have to understand how I could come to the conclusions I did, sir.”

I almost laugh at his kiss ass attitude. I don’t like Mr. Haughty, but can’t say I blame him for thinking I belong in a hooker hotel. I haven’t been my usual self lately.

“Maybe this will teach you not to judge people so quickly Ellsworth. Ms. Watson is a special friend of mine. You’ll treat her with the respect that she deserves.” Fedora tells that man in a quiet controlled voice. I suddenly realize this is a different side to Fedora than I usually see. The true rich business man that makes hard decisions that affect thousands of people a day. Maybe I need to give him the benefit of the doubt more often.

Fedora turns away from Ellsworth and looks at me and smiles. Then he winks. I turn and guide Angela, who has been too quiet through all this, to the bank of elevators. We enter the empty one and I push the button to the fourth floor.

Fedora looks over Angela’s head at me and says, “How did I do Watson? What an ass that Ellsworth fellow is!”

As the elevator opens we step out into the hallway. “You thought almost the same things about me when you first met me, Fedora. So what does that make you then?” I smile sweetly at him as I unlock my door.

He laughs as he walks to his door and unlocks it. “Makes me an ass too, but a rich one!”

I usher Angela into my room and close the door. The man makes me laugh when he isn’t making me angry. I shake my head and turn to say something to Angela just in time to watch her eyes roll to the back of her head as she slowly crumples to the deeply carpeted floor.

Ah, crap.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ S

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Sweet Revenge

 

“Dee! Oh, god, Dee!”

Angela comes running out of the bushes right toward me. I catch her before she has a chance to tumble me backwards right into the hole.

“Whoa, Angela! You ok? Did they hurt you?” I hold her at arm’s length and take a good look at her. Her blonde hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared around her eyes from her crying and she looked a bit pale.

“Dee! I thought you were dead! I really did! Those guys tore up Tony’s house looking for that damn deed, but they never found it. When they realized I really didn’t know where it was they were going to kill me!”

“It’s alright now, Angela. You’re safe and I’m a hard person to kill.” I tell Angela as Billy and Fedora walk up to us. We could still hear the men in the hole swearing.

Billy walks toward the hole to peer down and I grab his arm. “I wouldn’t do that kid, they still might have a few bullets left.”

“We just going to leave them down there?” Fedora asks.

“For now we are.” I guide Angela and Billy toward the cars. Time for us to leave this place. The sun was starting to come up and I wanted to shower the talcum powder off me. I reach into the sedan and grab their keys. No sense making it too easy for them. I’ll toss them somewhere down the road.

“You can’t be serious, Dee. You can’t leave those guys down there to die.” Fedora frowns at me.

“Why not? That’s what they did to me. Besides, there is a way out, they just have to find it.” I shrug my shoulders.

I pick up Tee and set him in his satchel. I look at Fedora who is still frowning at me. Really, what does the man want from me?

“Ok, I will call the proper authorities and let them know they are down there. Just not yet. I want us well clear of this place.”

“I would let them rot down there!” Angela says as she climbs into the SUV. “They would have killed me and Dee if they could have!”

“When will you call them, Dee?” Fedora is eyeing me with his hands on his hips.

“Tomorrow morning.” I tell him as I turn to retrieve my Harley from behind the shed.

“Dee!” I hear Fedora’s voice behind me.

I turn around and notice Billy has got a huge smile on his face, I swear that boy thinks everything is funny.

“Look, Fedora. I said I would call the cops tomorrow. That’s the best I’m going to do! They won’t die in twenty-four hours. They might even find a way out before then. Plus, that gives us twenty-four hours to find that deed and to find out who they are taking orders from.”

I notice Fedora has a thoughtful look on his face. Then he smiles. “You got some good points, Dee. Let’s get out of here. Like you said, they won’t die in a day. Maybe they will even think about mending their evil ways.”

Billy and I laugh. Even Angela has a small smile. It might be petty of me to get revenge this way, but damn, it feels good. Besides, I said I would get them some help…….tomorrow.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ R

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Raising Hell

 

I peek around the corner of the shed and see headlights. I watch as they park next to the SUV. So far so good. The headlights go out and I hear the car doors being opened.

Then a familiar voice reaches me. “Come on, hurry up, let’s get this done.” The thug who left me in the hole to rot. I smile. I actually find myself looking forward to what’s going to happen.

It’s barely daylight so all I see is their shadows, but it’s enough to see Billy’s friend was right. Three big guys with a smaller shadow between them. Must be Angela. The hole that I fell through is just off to my right. I see one has a flashlight.

I pick up Tee and whisper in his ear. It’s a trick we’ve been working on since I got him. I tell him “Howl Tee!”

He looks up and me and perks his ears. I tell him again. “Howl Tee!” He looks up to the sky and lets loose with his howl.

“Aaaaaooooouuuuuu!”

“What the hell is that!” I hear some guy shout.

“Don’t be such a baby, Dom. It’s just some wild dog or coyote.” I hear the main thugs voice.

“Aaaaaoooooouuuuuu!”

Tee goes again and I try not to laugh. For a little dog, he has a pretty big howl. I move further away from the shed into some bushes I had scouted out earlier.

The group of guys with Angela moves closer to the hole. The guy with the flashlight is shining the light like he wasn’t sure where the hole is. Good. I was counting on them not knowing the area that well.

I know Fedora is close to the cars. I get Tee to howl once more.

“Aaaaaooouuuuuuuuu!”

Then I move again to another bush. That third howl is also a signal to Fedora.

“That sounds close, boss! I’m not liking it.” I hear the first man say. Then I see the headlights come on. I was hoping they would leave their keys in the car for Fedora.

“What the hell! Who turned on the headlights?” Someone yells, as they all spin around.

“Gary! Go check it out!” I see one of the guys take out his gun and head for the vehicles. Fedora should be in his second position by now.

A minute later the headlights go out. “Nobody here, boss!”

As I watch them turn back towards the hole, I put Tee down and whisper, “Go find Fedora, Tee! Go!”

Tee goes running across the opening and heads towards some overgrown rose bushes. Just before the bad guys showed up I had taken some talcum powder that had been in my hotel room and covered Tee with it. In the early dawns light, he looks like a ghost dog.

“Look! It’s a damn ghost! What the hell!” I hear the guy named Dom yell. “Boss, don’t that look like that ladies dog? That private eyes dog?”

“Don’t be stupid, man! That dog is dead along with that nosy private detective!”

I watch as Tee races across the opening again toward me. It’s good to have a smart dog that listens. I grab him up as he jumps into my arms and move a little further down the bushes. Thank god for overgrown rose bushes.

“That sure in hell ain’t no coyote! That’s a damn ghost dog!” Dom yells again.

“Shut up, Dom!” I smile as I hear the boss’s voice, he doesn’t sound quite so sure of himself.

That’s my cue. I poured the talcum powder over myself too. Billy thought it was funny, Fedora complained that I was going to get shot. I figure in the low light and with everything happening fast, they wouldn’t get that good a look at me.

I walk out of the bushes. The men are still arguing over the ‘ghost dog’. I motion for Tee to stay. “Come to visit my grave boys?”

Heads whip around toward me. The man with the gun I was happy to notice looked too shocked to use it.

“Shit!”

“What the hell?”

I slip back into the bushes, grab Tee and run as quietly as I can back behind the shed. Tee and I step out, “It pisses me off I’m dead. That wasn’t a nice thing you did.”

Heads turn towards me again. I notice the guys are closer to the hole. Now if I can get them even closer. I step back behind the shed as I hear the boss shout. “Go after her!”

Dom yells, “You go after her! I ain’t running after no damn ghost!”

I move towards the house. The shadows are darkest there. I step into the early light. “Maybe you should join me in that dark, dank hole.”

Three guys swivel towards me again. I take a few steps closer and watch with satisfaction as they move back.

“How about it, boys? Want to join me?”

The man called Dom starts walking backward. The boss thug is reaching into his jacket, so I step quickly back and to the left. I really don’t want to get shot. I hear a noise behind the men. That would be Fedora throwing rocks. They turn like they are in a choreographed dance routine. I see they all have guns out by now. Time to make the final move.

“I would like company. It gets lonely when you’re dead.” I say in my best menacing voice.

I hear a swoosh sound and watch as a ghostly sheet whips past the men. Thanks to a sheet I borrowed from the house and a few pieces of rope I found in a shed, we made a ghost figure to swing from one tree to the other. Good thing Billy is good at climbing trees. That took us the longest to set up, but from watching the effect it was having, it was worth it.

It was chaos. I hear Dom scream. They all scramble back. I watch as in all the confusion Billy sneaks in and grabs Angela and pulls her towards the shadows.

I run towards them and as they are grouped close together it was easy to shove them as a whole backward. Just like dominoes tumbling in a row, the three men tumble into the hole. I hear grunts and swearing and shouts. I stand well back of the hole as bullets come flying out. Harmless to me, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I’m actually hoping they run out of bullets. They have yet to meet the giant rat.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ Q

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Questions that Need Answers

 

Tee and I are sitting behind the shed waiting. My mind goes over my plans. So many things could go wrong. I can’t linger on the doubts. Plans can always go wrong. If they do, I’ll improvise.

I hear some rustling in the bushes behind me and spin around. Yeah, I’m a bit jumpy. Billy comes strolling out with his ever ready smile in place.

“I just got a call from my friend David. They got Angela. He said he saw her, so she’s still alive. David said they got in a silver sedan and are heading out.”

“How many men with her?” I ask Billy.

“He only saw three. After all how many men does it take to kill one woman?” He asks in a nonchalant way.

“Daylight is still a ways off, so they are moving her early. It’s good we got here when we did.” It will still be dark when they get here, just barely dawn.

“You get back to your spot. It will take them about forty minutes to get here. Not much traffic this time of day. I’ll go inform Fedora. You know what to do right?” I ask the kid. I’m sure he’ll be fine, but I want to make sure.

“I know what to do, Dee. You can count on me.” Billy winks at me then disappears into the bushes once more. I hope he’s right.

I walk over to where Fedora is crouched behind some trees close to the SUV. “They are on their way. Should be here in about forty minutes. It actually works in our favor as it will still be dark when they get here.”

I love it when things start to work the way I want them too. The men moving Angela early is a good sign. The dark will help us more than the light.

“I hope you know what you are doing Dee. I’m still not sure it will work.”

“It will work. It has to. We won’t get a second chance.” I tell him.

I go back behind the shed. All we can do is wait now. If it’s only the three men with Angela, that evens things out more. The guns have me a bit worried, but I’m betting on them not having them out till they are ready to use them on Angela. The main thing is to get Angela away from them. That’s Billy’s job.

As we wait, my mind goes over the last forty-eight hours. It seems like my life has been on fast forward since Angela’s call for help. There were still so many questions to be answered.

Why did Tony get killed? Was it really over someone believing there was gold bullion buried somewhere on this property? Why hide the deed if that wasn’t the case? Where was the damn deed anyway? Obviously not at Tony’s since the goons didn’t find it. If not there, where? Why wouldn’t Tony tell Angela where it was?

My mind was spinning with all the unanswered questions. I need to clear my head before they show up. I take a few deep breaths and do some relaxing techniques my professor of Brazilian Jujitsu taught me. One question lingered as I felt my body relax.

Who gave these guys their orders?

I hear tires on gravel and open my eyes. I look down at Tee and give him a pet. “Showtime little buddy.”

He looks up at me and I swear Tee is smiling.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ P

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Putting Plans in Motion

 

We arrive at the Wenner Estate under a full moon. I’m grateful for that, gives us lots of light to work by. I don’t want flashlights shining or anything that will draw attention to us. I stop in front of the house with the SUV right behind me.

I walk back to the vehicle and Fedora rolls down the window. “Park over there, that’s where it was before. I want everything to look as much like it was when they were here so they don’t suspect anything.” I point out where I want Fedora to move to.

Billy gets out of the SUV and stands next to me while Fedora parks it. I look around. Doesn’t look like anyone has been here since I was here this morning. Was it only this morning? A little shudder goes through my body at the thought of digging out of the hole. I shake it off.

“I’m going to hide my motorcycle behind that shed over there.” I point to the shed next to the house. “Once we have things in place, it’s just a matter of waiting for them to show up.”

“What’s the plan Dee? We can’t just surprise them and then fight it out.” Fedora asks while he looks around the place.

“If my plans work out right, we won’t have to fight them at all.” I tell him. “First, don’t move around without watching where you are going. There are holes dug all over this place. So be careful.”

“I’ll show you where the hole is that I fell through and where they will take Angela. That is the place where we need to set everything up. If we pull this off, Angela will be safe and the bad guys will be in the hole instead.”

“They will still have guns, Dee and we won’t.” Fedora states.

“We don’t need guns, Fedora. The guns won’t do them much good down there.” I tell him. Unless they run into a giant rat. I smile at the thought.

Billy joins the conversation. “I just talked to David, my friend that is watching Tony’s place. They are still there. Not doing much from what he says.”

“They are just waiting for daylight. Once it starts to get light they will make their move.” I tell him. They are smart enough not to want to walk around this place in the dark. Or they have orders from the boss to wait till then.

“It might take us a while to set things up, so let’s get going,” I tell the guys. “Here’s what I want to do.”

I tell them my plans and what I want done. Billy is grinning and Fedora is frowning. Of course Fedora doesn’t like my plans. He never does.

“You sure, Dee? Wouldn’t it be easier just to get the drop on them when they get here?” Fedora asks.

I look at him and hold my hand out. “Give it to me Fedora. You know I hate guns. They aren’t necessary if you use your brain.” I wiggle my fingers. “I know you have one, just give it to me now before someone gets hurt.”

He just stares at me. “How did you know I have a gun? It’s my gun, Dee. I don’t need your permission to carry it.” Fedora gets a stubborn look on his face.

“Dammit Fedora. You almost got me killed the last time you brought that thing to a fight. We don’t need it!”

“I’ll keep it on me just the same, Dee.”

“Suit yourself. But, if you end up shooting your foot off during all the excitement, don’t come whining to me.”

“I don’t whine!” Fedora has an indignant look on his face.

I laugh. “Yes you do! Rich men have that tendency to whine!” I shoot back at him.

“Guys! Don’t we have things to do?” I hear Billy’s voice overriding mine and Fedora’s. Damn the man makes me lose my temper faster than anyone I know, except my brother Mac.

“You’re right Billy, we do have things to do.” I ignore Fedora and tell Billy how I want things set up. Time is slipping by, I don’t have time to babysit Fedora. I turn to him next and explain what I want him to do once the guys show up.

“I’m not sure I like your plans, Dee. You are setting yourself up to be a target!”

“I won’t be in their sights for more than a few seconds. It’ll work if you do your part.” I am not going to argue with the man further. We don’t have time. I look up at the skies and notice that it’s starting to get cloudy. So much for our full moon.

“Come on guys, the clouds are coming in and we don’t have much time to set things up by the moon’s light. We need to stop arguing and start working together if we want this to work.”

Billy heads off behind the house to do his part. I look over at Fedora. “OK, I’m in and I’ll do my part when the time is right. I just hope you don’t get shot.” Fedora heads off towards the bushes next to the SUV.

I turn to my bike and start it up to move it behind the shed. I have a few things to do so Tee and I will be ready for our starring roles in this.  A calmness settles over me. I take a deep breath.

Time to put my plans in motion.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ O

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Offers of Help

We can’t go to Tony’s and just bust in, that would just get Angela and probably us, killed. I’m thinking fast as the three of us walk to the Hilton. The best place to surprise them is at the Wenner place. They think I’m dead or close enough to it, so they won’t expect me to be out of the hole and waiting for them. Plus, less chance of innocent bystanders getting hurt. It will be just them and us.

“Billy, you go back to Tony’s and keep an eye out on them. Call me on my cell when they leave or if you see Angela.” I tell Billy my phone number and he programs it into his cell.

“Don’t do anything but watch.” Billy starts to protest and I shut him off. “These are dangerous guys, Billy. I don’t want you hurt. If you can’t follow my directions, say so now and you can go home.” I give Billy my sternest stare. I can’t have his death on my conscience.

“I’ll follow your instructions.” Billy gives me a thumb up and takes off back to Tony’s.

I turn to Fedora. “I need your help, Holden. You don’t have to, as it could be dangerous.”

“Why not just call the cops and tell them what’s going on, Dee? That’s what they are trained for, that’s their job.”

“We don’t have time for the cops. The tons of paperwork. The millions of questions. Plus, they probably wouldn’t do anything as I have no proof.”

“You got proof. You got yourself! Look at you! You’re bruised and your hands are torn up!”

“That’s not proof of anything. You know that. If you won’t help, then stay out of my way. I have things to do.” I have to admit to myself, I’m disappointed in Holden. Going to the cops will take time, too much time. Time that Angela doesn’t have.

“I never said I wouldn’t help. What do you need from me?”

“I need you to drive Angela’s SUV to the Wenner Estate. I want everything to look like it was before I escaped. I don’t want these guys to know I’m alive. Not yet anyway.”

Fedora follows me into the elevator. I push the button to the fourth floor. A wave of relief surprises me when Fedora agrees to help. I’ll have to examine that later, as I don’t have time for it now.

“Where is your room?” I ask Fedora.

“Next door to yours.” He says as he walks by me to the door next to mine.

“Meet me here in ten minutes. Then we’ll head to the Wenner place.” I tell him as I shove my door open and walk inside.

My head is full of ideas as I gather Tee’s satchel and put a few things from my Harley’s saddlebags in the outside pockets. I add a couple of bottles of water too. I’m confident I can get the drop on these guys that are holding Angela. They won’t be expecting me to show up. That will work in my favor.

A few minutes later I hear a short knock on my door and I open it to Fedora. He gets extra points for being on time. I notice he took the time to change out of the suit he had on earlier to jeans and t-shirt. The man looks good in anything. I also notice he has no fedora on, I almost miss it. I’m ready to go. I grab the satchel and put Tee inside.

Fedora cocks one eyebrow at us. “Don’t you think it would be better if the dog stayed here?”

“Nope. He’s going to help.” I state as I close my door and start to walk down the hallway.

“Help? How’s he going to help?” Fedora asks as he punches the button for the lobby floor.

“You’ll see.”

We reach the lobby where Mr. Haughty is at his post behind the check-in counter. He looks over at us and frowns. I don’t think I’m one of his favorite people.  I’m heart-broken.

Fedora and I reach the parking lot where I left Angela’s SUV. I reach in my jeans pocket for the keys when I hear my name being called for the second time that night.

Billy. What the hell is he doing here again? Something happen?

“What’s wrong?” I ask him as he runs up to me.

The young man smiles. “I’m going with you guys! You might need my help.”

“You are supposed to be keeping an eye on those guys! Get your ass back there or go home!” I have no time for foolish young men who think this is some kind of video game.

“Dee! Please! I can help! I have my best friend watching them. He’ll call me when they leave or if something else happens. You can trust him.”

“You involved someone else? What if he gets caught? What if he gets hurt?” I’m angry at the kid, I thought he knew better than this.

“I explained everything that was going on. Plus, he was with me earlier while I was watching them. He’s cool. He won’t get caught. I promise!” Billy has a pleading look in his eyes. “Let me come with and help, Dee. I know you have something planned for these guys.”

I look at Billy. He’s eager to help. I know the kid is smart and apparently resourceful. I make a decision. I hope I don’t regret it.

I give Angela’s keys to Fedora.

“Take Billy with you and follow me. We’ll need some time to set things up at the Wenner place. Let’s get moving.”

Billy lets out a whoop and punches the air above his head with his fist. Fedora frowns. I cut him off before he can even open his mouth.

“Billy can help. With what I want to do the chances of his getting hurt are minimal.” I turn around and walk toward my bike. “I’ll take Tee and the bike, you guys follow me. Let’s get going.”

I put my helmet on and ignore Fedora’s mutterings. I just hope I’m right and no one gets hurt except the bad guys. I’m pretty confident my plans will work.

I swing my leg over the Harley and settle in. I put Tee’s goggles on him and snap him in his satchel. I head out towards the Wenner Estate. Time to teach these thugs a lesson in humility.

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ N

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Next Steps

 

A pounding sound penetrates my dreams. I open one eye and notice the darkness of the room. The pounding comes again. The door. The pounding is someone knocking on the door. I move my body and all the aches and pains in my muscles awake at the same time. Crap, I hurt.

I hobble over to the door and look through the peephole. Fedora stands there with an impatient look on his face. His knuckles hit the door again. Nothing for me to do but let him in. I switch on the lights and open the door.

“Dee! About time, you answered the damn door. I was ready to get someone to open it for me. Damn you look terrible.” Fedora walks in and grabs my chin with one hand and turns my face up to him.

“I’m fine.” I push his hand down. “I’m fine,” I repeat. “Just a bit sore.”

“What the hell happened to you? You are not fine. You are bruised and you have bandages on your hands.”

Fedora follows me to the small table as I sit in one of the chairs. There’s a bottle of water on the table, I grab it and take a huge drink. Tee is greeting Fedora like a long-lost friend. Traitor.

I look at the clock in the room, as my watch is dead from the dig out. I’ll have to have Mr. Frinklestein, the old watch repair man look at it when I get home. It’s nine o’clock. Still an hour before Billy shows up.

I need to loosen up my muscles, so I put my shoes on and grab Tee and his leash. “Let’s take Tee out for a walk and I’ll tell you all about it. I may need your help on this one.”

“The independent DeeDee Watson, Private Investigator needs my help? I’m flattered.”

“Can the sarcasm Fedora. I don’t have to involve you, in fact, I probably shouldn’t. You might mess up that fancy hat of yours.” I’m in no mood for the man’s attitude. I didn’t ask him to come here. I look over at him, he has his trademark fedora firmly on his handsome head. A dark blue and black plaid with a black ribbon trim.

I wonder if he has a closet dedicated to just his hats? The thought makes me give a small snort of laughter.

“What’s so funny, Watson?”

“Do you want to hear what happened or don’t you?” I steer the conversation past the thought of a hat closet.

I head out towards the park that Tee and I visited the first day we were here. Seems like a year ago. Fedora matches my stride. I let Tee investigate the bushes and trees while I fill Fedora in on what has occurred since Angela called my office. I keep it brief and try to gloss over the hole in the ground incident. I came out alive, that’s all that matters to me. Plus, I know Fedora would get all pissy about it. After telling the tale twice now, once to Billy, now to Fedora, I was tired of telling it.

I whistle for Tee. It’s time to head back to the hotel as Billy should be there soon. I clip the leash back onto Tee’s collar and start walking back. Fedora has been quiet.

“It’s easy to forget just how dangerous your career choice is sometimes, Dee.”

I shrug my shoulders and keep walking. “I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t know why you won’t get your gun license and carry one on you.” I can see Fedora is set to open up our old argument on me refusing to carry a gun. I’m just about to tell him to mind his own business when I hear my name.

“Dee! Dee! Thank god, I’ve found you!” It was Billy, he slides to stop in front of us. He’s upset and out of breath.

“You have to come now, Dee! I found Angela, but she might not be alive for long if you don’t come now!”

“Billy! Take a second and get your breath.” I tell him as he sucks in great gulps of air.

“You have to come now Dee!” He repeats himself. I can see the kid is upset.

“Tell me what you saw, Billy.”

“I staked out Tony’s house like you asked. Spotted the guy that took Angela. A couple of guys were with him. They are tearing the place apart!”

“Did you see Angela?”

“I didn’t see her, no, but she must be there because I overheard them saying it was time to finish her since she didn’t know where the deed was! The big guy, the one that put you in the hole, said they would wait till daylight, then take Angela out to the Wenner place.”

We were walking to the hotel and I stopped and stared at Billy. “Did they say what they were going to do to Angela?” I had a sinking feeling in my gut.

“They said they would put her in the hole with you! The actual words were, ‘she can join her friend in the hole.’ Dee, they said they would shoot her first though!”

Time to make some fast plans. I have to save Angela.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ H

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Helping Paws

 

I turn the flashlight back on and take another look around. I guess I’m on my own getting out of here. I have no intention of me and Tee dying in some dark, dank hole in the ground. I put Tee down on the ground. I’m reasonably certain no snakes are here and I’m going to need both hands to deal with the situation.

I take stock of how high the hole is from me. It’s got to be at least fifteen feet, maybe closer to twenty. I wonder if the crates could help. I take a closer look. They look like your ordinary wooden crates, who knows how long they’ve been down here. I try to move one. Crap, they must have been down here for years as it just falls apart as I move it. There won’t be any climbing up those. Dammit.

I might not be able to climb them, but the crates will make a great fire. I don’t know how long I’m going to be down here and I need to conserve the battery life in the flashlight. So I start to build a fire right under the hole. I figure the hole will act as a chimney and draw the smoke up. The fire will also give off plenty of light and warmth.

If I’m real lucky the smoke will draw the attention of someone and they’ll investigate. A long shot, but what else have I got?

I build a nice pile of wood from the crate. I search Tee’s satchel. I know there is a lighter in there someplace. I remember putting it in there. It’s my brothers and I ‘borrowed’ it from him last time I saw him. Ok, I stole it. He likes to smoke cigars every once in a while and I hate the smell of the things, so I took his lighter and hid it in Tee’s satchel. Yeah, childish I know, but my brother irritates me sometimes.

I find the lighter and I also find my phone! Why didn’t I think of that before? I’ll just dial 911 and get the hell out of here! I look at the phone. Ah crap. No cell service. I’m too deep in the earth. My luck seems to have deserted me today.

Back to the fire. I light a small splinter of wood and stick it under the pile. It catches quickly and shoots upwards. I sit crossed legged in front of the fire and ponder my situation. It’s not good. I hear Tee digging in the background. Ah, leave him at it. He’ll tire quickly enough. I watch the fire flicker straight up. Without any breeze, it doesn’t dance like most fires will that are out in the open.

I lose track of how long I’m sitting in front of that fire. My eyes watch the flames, but my mind flashes through my short thirty-two years. Is this what knowing you are going to die is like? Remembering odd things like the time my brother Mac stole my crayons and melted them down in some kind of experiment. I remember I cried for days. I was about five at the time. My mom bought me a brand new box of sixty-four Crayola’s. The kind with the sharpener built-in the box.

My mind finally registers what my eyes have been seeing for a while. The flames are dancing. I come out of my stupor fast. The flames are dancing! That means they are getting air from somewhere down here. If they are getting air from down here, that means the air is coming from somewhere other than this hole!

I hear very faint scratching sounds. Tee? Where the hell is Tee?

“Tee!” I try to stand up and my legs feel like pins and needles are stabbing them. Damn, I must have been sitting here feeling sorry for myself a lot longer than I thought.

“Tee!” I yell again as I switch the flashlight on and take a look around. I listen, I hear faint scratching sounds. I sure hope while I was having a pity party Tee didn’t get himself stuck somewhere. I yell his name again and hear his barking from the side of the hole where I haven’t searched. It didn’t look like much was over there but a few more broken crates.

The barking is coming from the other side of those broken crates. I walk to the back side of them and see a hole behind them close to the ground. What the hell? The scratching sound is coming from the hole! Tee? There’s just enough room to kneel down next to the small Tee size hole, so I do and call Tee’s name again. Sure enough, the barking is coming from the hole.

I put my eye to the hole and shine the light through it. I also feel a slight breeze against my face. It’s not fresh air like outside air, but it’s a sight fresher than what I’ve been breathing. That means Tee has dug himself into a bigger space than here! Maybe there was a way out of here yet.

“Damn Tee, you might have saved our asses!” I say this out loud and watch a familiar small body scurry through the hole towards me. I sit up just as he reaches me. He’s filthy, his tongue is hanging out with thirst and he’s the best thing I’ve seen in ages.

I hug him and set him back down. Now it’s time to get my sorry ass to work. First to move these crates so I can get better access to the hole. Second to start digging my way out just like Tee did. Even if I have to use my hands to do it.

“Tee, you are one damn smart dog. Let’s get to work.”

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~ The ABC’s of Death

I’m not going to list each preceding chapter every day. It would get much too long.  If you haven’t read previous chapters I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

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Cutout Letters

 

I was looking over the Hilton’s high-priced menu from their restaurant downstairs when a knock sounded on the door. Must be Angela.

As soon as the door was open in rushes Angela. “Dee! Thank God you’re here! I do hope you’re good at this private eye business! Of course you are! You’re Dee! You would be good at it!”

Before I could even get a hello injected into her fast talking, nervous dialog, she starts again.

“Dee! You are good at it aren’t you? I can’t talk to the police and so I thought of you because someone told me that you were a private detective now and I didn’t know what else to do! Someone killed Tony! Now they might be after me! I don’t even know why!”

Whoa. This was not the Angela I knew in college. This was some caricature of her. Not a good one either. She was standing in the middle of the room, still talking in a fast, scared, non-stopping clip. I had to make her calm down if I was going to make any sense of what she was telling me.

For half a second, I thought of slapping her, but I don’t think she would appreciate my tactics. So I decided to use a different method. I grab her shoulders and give her a hard brief shake. She at least stopped talking. Now she was staring up at me with big tear-filled blue eyes and her mouth wide open. Not a good look on anyone.

“Sit down Angela and tell me what the hell is going on. Slowly.”

I push her into a chair and sit across from her. I see her take a deep breath and let it out. She wipes her eyes and hands me a note that I hadn’t noticed she had gripped in her fist. I straighten it out and read it.

Crap.

It was made up of cut out letters from magazines. Crooks actually still do that? Old school I’m thinking. Or they are into the dramatics.

note for book

It was time for me to know about Tony.

 

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April A-Z Challenge ~~ The ABC’s of Death

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Bikes and Bellboys

Before I leave for Ashville, I need a few things from home. I find the saddlebags for the Harley and start packing them. Tee is watching me expectantly. He’s a smart dog, he knows something is up.

I’m done packing, now it’s time to hit the road. I have to admit. I’m curious about Angela and the dead guy, Tony. I have a lot of questions. They were only going to get answered once I get to Ashville. I have the bike ready, I grab up the leather bag I use to carry Tee in when I’m riding.

“Come on Tee, lets ride.”

I grab him up and stick him in the bag and put on his special goggles. He loves to stick his head out of the bag when we’re riding so I had Mr. Frinklestein, the old watch repairman make up a pair of goggles for him. I get a lot of looks and laughs when Tee and I are out and about but they protect his eyes and for a dog, he’s pretty laid back about it all. Personally, I think he likes the attention from the ladies when he wears them.

The leather bag with Tee, I place across my chest as I hop on the bike. The weather is beautiful and it should be a great day for a five-hour trip.

Tee and I have an unadventurous trip to Ashville and arrive well before five o’clock. I find the Hilton and park my bike. Looking around as I take off my helmet and grab the saddlebags, I smell the brininess of the ocean. I look up at the Hilton and wonder how Angela got into real estate. In college, she had big plans to become a teacher in her hometown, somewhere in Hicksville.

Noticing all the fancy cars and SUV’s, this was as far away from Hicksville as she could get. And into real estate?  This certainly wasn’t the Angela I used to know.

I walk to the front counter to check in and some guy with a haughty attitude is watching me approach.

“May I help you Miss?”

“I’m supposed to have a reservation. DeeDee Watson.”

“Just a minute, please.” He’s checking the computer, discreetly tucked under the counter and I’m checking out the hotel.

It’s cool and quiet, with lots of marble and oak. Understated elegance I guess most would say. Me, I’m tired and just want to get settled and give Angela a call.

The haughty guy finally looks up from the computer and a bellboy seems to appear out of nowhere. He grabs my saddlebags and Mr. Haughty smiles a tiny smile.

“Room 432 Miss Watson. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us.”

“Yeah, thanks, I’m sure I will.”

I follow the bellboy to the bank of elevators. All this time Tee has been tucked away in the bag. Once we get into the elevator, he pops his head out, still with the goggles on.

The young bellboy takes a look at Tee and bursts out with a laugh, which he quickly stifles. He gives me a look and smiles.

“Sorry, Miss Watson. Your dog took me by surprise.”

“Not to worry.” I tell him as I slip off Tee’s goggles.

“I’m not going to have a problem with him here, am I?” I ask the young man. I see by his name tag that he’s called William.

“Oh no! Miss Watson. Lot’s of guests bring their small pets here.”

“Just call me Dee, William. Miss Watson makes me nervous.”

“You can call me Billy then.” He gives me a big smile.

The elevator doors open, I follow my new friend down the hall. He stops about midpoint and opens a door.

I step inside and set the bag down with Tee in it. Tee immediately steps out and goes exploring. I dig in my jeans pocket for Billy’s tip.

“Thanks, Billy. I can take things from here.” I hand him a generous tip.

“You need anything Dee, you call downstairs and ask for me. I’ve lived here all my life. I know all the out-of-the-way places the tourists never see.” He gives me an impudent wink and closes the door on his way out.

I need to call Angela and let her know I’m here. I hear Tee snuffling around as I dig my phone out of the saddlebags.

I punch in the number she gave me this morning and hear her voice on the other end.

“It’s me, Dee. I’m at the Hilton. Room 432, just come up and we’ll talk where it’s private.”

“I’m on my way.”

Angela sounded relieved that I was here. Did something else happen in the five hours between our phone conversations? Guess I’ll find out in about twenty minutes.

 

 

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April A to Z Challenge ~~ The ABC’s of Death

The April A to Z challenge is upon us! As I stated a few days ago, my theme is writing another DeeDee Watson, PI story. Each chapter will go through the alphabet A – Z in order.

Don’t worry, the chapters will be relatively short. So, here we go!

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Adventure

I’m sitting in my office with a cup of joe and my dog Tee. Both of us on the edge of boredom when my phone rings. Now, it’s not unusual for my phone to ring, what is unusual is the caller’s name that was showing up.

Angela Michaels. I haven’t heard that name since my college days. We used to be roomies back in the day. Haven’t heard from her since just after graduation. The only way to know what she wanted was to answer the ringing phone.

“DeeDee Watson.”

“Dee? This is Angela Michaels.”

“Hey, Angela, been a while. How you doing?”

“I heard you were a Private Investigator now. Is that true?”

Ah yes, Angela always was one to skip the pleasantries. ‘Cut to the chase Angela’ we used to call her. She never was one for small talk. That’s OK, I’m not good at it either.

“Yeah, I’m a PI now.”

“I need your help Dee. Can you come to Ashville?”

Ashville was about a five hour drive north of here. Nice size town, known for its waterfront condos and upscale community. In other words, rich people lived there.

“That’s quite a drive Angela without me knowing why.”

“I own a real estate business here. My friend Tony is dead! They said it was suicide, but I know that’s not true. Tony would never take his own life! I need you to find out who killed Tony!”

Angela was not her usual unshakable self. Unless she changed a lot since college, which I doubt, she was really upset about her friend Tony.

“Calm down Angela.”

I hear her take a deep, unsteady breath. “I’m sorry Dee, but this has really been a bad week for me. Can you come? I’ll pay your expenses and put you up in one of the best hotels here.”

It took me all of ten seconds to decide. What the hell. I always liked Angela. “I’ll be there by five this afternoon.”

“Thank you, Dee! Go to the Hilton on Main street. I’ll reserve a room for you. Call me at 555-8833 when you arrive and I’ll meet you there.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

I stick the phone number I had just written down in my pocket. Time for Tee and I to get moving on our next case.

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