“Camping out till Friday.”
My apologies all. I had some technical challenges today and so this post did not publish as scheduled. Here it is now.
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we were all encouraged by the information given Charles Jenkins, one of the two servers that brought room service to Mrs. Rafferty posing as Mrs. Dixon (Whew I hope I haven’t lost anyone.) Charles gave a positive ID when Larry showed him the picture of Janice Rafferty. So the other server is entering the conference room. I think we better get there fast to catch every word.
“Yes, come in young man. This is Andrew and I’m Larry.”
“Y-you guys are cops I hear.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Can we get your name?”
“I don’t know anything.”
“Wait a minute. We haven’t asked anything yet.”
“Yeah, but for the record, I want to stay employed and healthy.”
“What makes you think talking to us could jeopardize those two states of nature.”
“States of nature?”
“Never mind. Why are you so nervous?”
“You are kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m asking a direct question.”
“The hotel manager said you had some questions about who we served.”
“Yeah so,?”
“I’ve served a lot of important people. I wouldn’t want word to get out that I’m a snitch.”
“This person we want information about is not important.”
“Well, that does make a difference. I thought you wanted info on some pretty heavy hitters.”
“No, her name is Dixon and, you served her on the 14th of February.”
“Valentine’s day?”
“So, happens.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Here’s a picture. Does she look familiar?”
“Oh shit.”
“So you recognize her.”
“Um yeah.”
“Do you know her name?”
“Yeah Mrs. Dixon. Janice Dixon.”
“Why the reaction?”
“Um…well….you see it’s embarrassing.”
“What?”
“Charles and she were a number.”
“What?”
“Yeah, they got hot and heavy at a party that Charles and I went to and then left.”
“When was this?”
“The night before I served her room service.”
“Do you know where they went?”
“No idea. Charles never made it into work and that’s why I had to fill in. I didn’t say anything and just left the food for her. She gave me a hell of a tip.”
“Big tip?”
“I’ll say. A hundred bucks.”
“How come?”
“She just winked at me.”
“Did you talk to Charles about it?”
“Yeah, I asked him where they ended up.”
“What did he say?”
“Just that they had a drink and he dropped her off.”
“Any reason for him not showing up at work?”
“He said he caught the flu.”
“You believe him?”
“Sure, I’ve had the Pabst Blue Ribbon flu before.”
”So, you think he was hungover.”
“Not for me to say.”
“Can I get your name?”
“No more questions?”
“Maybe later.”
“Yeah, it’s Jerry Foster.”
“Okay, Jerry. That’s it for now.”
