“No Twiggy it is Wednesday.”
“Lucy where are we?”
“Beats me Kiddo. Beats me.”
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we arrived at Mrs. Rafferty’s house to find a lawyer by the name of Sanders waiting to greet them. I think we better get over there to find out why she lawyered up and what she has to say.
“Mrs. Rafferty this is Detective Dunfee and Mr. Cummings from the Boston police. Gentlemen, Mrs. Rafferty.”
“Oh, Sanders you are so formal today. My name is Janice, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you, Mrs. ¾er Janice. My name is Larry, and this is Andrew. It is nice to meet you as well.”
“Please have a seat and let me ask if you would like anything to drink?”
“We are fine. Thank you so much.”
“If you change your mind just let me know.”
“We will. The reason we wanted to talk to you is—”
“Excuse me, detective. Before you begin, I think a couple of ground rules are necessary.”
“Of course, Sanders. By the way, is that your first or last name?”
“Evon is my first name.”
“Ah Evon, why am I not surprised.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing counselor. I just didn’t think with the last name of Sanders your first would be common.”
“Thank my parents, Detective. Now as I was saying a few rules.”
“Happy to comply, Even.”
“That’s Evon. Ah, I see you’re making a joke.”
“Sorry. A habit of mine. Please continue.”
“Okay, the first is Mrs. Rafferty has agreed to talk to you, but anything you discuss is off the record.”
“We are not here to accuse Mrs.—um Janice of anything. We just want to inquire about his behavior before he died.”
“Even so. Off the record. Yes or no.”
“Fine. Yes.”
“Thank you. The second. Anytime I feel you are violating rule one the conversation will be over. Clear?”
“I don’t think we will have a problem with these rules. Anything else?”
“Mrs. Rafferty only has an hour. At the end of that time, I will call the meeting.”
“Very good counselor. May I begin?”
“Certainly.”
“Um, Janice. I would like to know how much alcohol your husband normally consumed when he was, let’s say, being social?”
“My husband was not a big drinker. In fact, he frowned up those who got out of hand with alcohol.”
“Can you explain the fact that he registered over 2.0 percent blood alcohol level that night?”
“No, I can’t. I wasn’t there but can tell you, there is no way Alexis would consume alcohol and ski.”
“How do you know this?”
“He often mentioned how much he couldn’t stand those on the slopes who were drunk. He said they were a danger to themselves and others.”
“So, you believe he didn’t get carried away with a party or something.”
“He was there for a meeting. I doubt seriously that he would be out getting drunk.”
“Who was he meeting with?”
“Hold on Detective. Mrs. Rafferty may not even know.”
“I do know Evon. He was meeting with his boss Cortez.”
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Ah, another puzzle piece. The tension builds and the theories mount. Love it! 🙂
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Yes. We need to keep the tension on. Thanks, Gwen.
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Cortez was his boss? Is this new information or had I just forgotten it?
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Yup. Cortez brought in a paper signed by Rafferty that said the machine developed by Sandusky didn’t work.
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Thanks, John. I shall try harder.
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Ha ha ha.
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His boss?!
Something tells me employees of Mr. Cortez lose more than just their Christmas bonuses when reviews are not up to par . . .
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I like the way you put that, Marc. LOL
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😂
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Coming along, piece by piece, but I’m not very good at guessing the answers. lol
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Yeah, I would just relax and go along for the ride. Oh, and buckle up.
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Will do!
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Lucy looks like she’s not believing anyone!
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So true.
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Off the record with Evon and Janice – how nice. Why am I not surprised that the engineer was meeting, I mean drinking, I mean skiing, I mean…with Cortez before he died. I feel like knots are getting tighter all around this pair, and I don’t see a good way out.
I hope Lucy and Twiggy are adjusting to the new digs.
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Lucy and Twiggy are their old selves. They were a little freaked out at first.
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*suspenseful cliffhanger music*. Great entry.
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Thank you, Charles.
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The ‘white beauties’ look confused! Take it you’re all in place in Austin-Lakeway? ♥
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We are here.
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Whoa! His boss!! Waitaminute now…
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Yeah remember when Cortez brought in the report with Rafferty’s signature? Rafferty worked for Cortez.
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Yep! Now that you mention it…
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😂
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🙄☺
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The background music just swelled on queue with that last line.
WOW!
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Dum dym dum. Thanks, Mae.
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🙂
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Ah, Cortez again. The plot thickens, much like fog over Port A. (you remember that, don’t you, John?!) Hope everybody is acclimating to the new environment — the girls still look puzzled!
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Looks like all is going well.
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Of course it was Cortez! Lucy doesn’t look very pleased.
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She was not at the time. Thanks, Teri.
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And the plot thickens more than my homemade clam chowder…
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Love to have some of that for sure.
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That went somewhere fast. The pups look confused.
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I the they are okay now. That was yesterday.
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They adapt pretty fast.
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They do (Thank heavens)
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Not healthy to work for Cortez:)
Hope you are all settling in your new place.
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We are Denise, Thank you
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Oh why stop you tease…
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😀
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Ah, the finger points to Cortez yet again! Good segment, John!
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You really firmed up these two characters, John. I could imagine those two in a Columbo episode. I hope I don’t get too far behind with this story.
If can manage to get my sorry self on the road, I won’t have Internet until March 18.
Congrats again on the new home. Great big hug to you and Molly and the pups.
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I think not having the internet until March 18th might be a blessing. 😀 Hugs
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Ha! I guess it would be if I could start unpacking. The movers won’t be bringing my stuff until April. I miss my piano.
(An old friend [and her husband] lives in the next town. She said I have a lot of cleaning work ahead of me. Although the house is otherwise in great shape. So I guess I’ll have plenty to do until the boxes arrive.)
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We are sleeping on an air mattress and have no furnature. (All was sold with the house) so I can identify with your situation.
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Ha! Exactly. I’ve been sitting in the floor for nearly 3 weeks. Somehow that’s not as comfortable as it was 20 years ago.
The air mattress is actually pretty good, but I goofed up and got a twin… It’s a lot smaller than a real twin…
Take care of yourself, John. Hugs.
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Our mattress and boxspring arrived today. This is going to be good.
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Oooh…the plot thickens! How did Cortez force him to ski drunk? And what did he know? And… I’m lovin’ this, John!
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All good questions, Jennie. Time will tell for answers.
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I’ll be there!
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😀
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