slapped myself.
“Don’t even think about suggesting I go, Lizzie,” Jake warned me. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with him.”
“Nobody asked you to go anywhere, Mathias,” T.J. said.
“Ok, ok, I’ll go. Geez Louise Mother McCree,” I muttered.
“That’s my girl,” T.J. said, patting my leg. “Let’s go.”
I glared at Trixie and Jake. “You two are going to pay for this one.”
Trixie just smiled. Jake, on the other hand…well, if looks could kill, T.J. would be lying on the café floor with a hundred knives in his back.
Chapter Ten
T.J. offered to let me ride with him over to the Norwell house, but I declined. I followed him over there, and parked behind him. There were two other police cars there, as well as a crime scene unit. “What exactly does Gladys need me to pick up?” I asked T.J. as I joined him on the sidewalk.
“She said there are some photo albums in the master bedroom closet,” he replied as he pulled out some latex gloves. He handed a pair to me. “You need to put these on before you go inside.”
“That’s it?” I said as I did what he asked. “Just some photo albums?”
“I think she and Iris have been doing some sentimental journey, remembering old times,” he shrugged. “No reason for her not to have them.” One of the crime scene techs handed us some paper booties to put over our shoes. “Is someone checking out the backyard?”
“Yes, sir, one of your deputies,” the tech replied.
T.J. nodded as we went in. It was tastefully decorated; it had that warm, homey feel to it, which isn’t something I would normally associate with Gladys’ caustic personality. But then again, you just never know how people behave inside their own homes.
“The master bedroom is down that hallway, last door on the right,” T.J. pointed out to me. I followed him, and we went into a room that was about the size of my living room. There were various shades of blue all over the room, and I cringed. It reminded me of a tacky tri-colored blue shag carpet from my childhood. It wasn’t pretty, but I guess to Gladys, it was.
He opened the closet doors, and we started looking for the albums. Harold’s clothes were on the left, mostly collared cowboy shirts and comfortable slacks. One black suit hung in the back, and a pair of well-worn slippers and a pair of dress shoes sat on the floor under the clothes. On the right, total chaos. Bright colors jumped out at me, all vying for my attention. There was lemon-lime, pink, orange, bright yellow, light blue…just about every color of the rainbow and then some. I thought I was going to go blind looking at all those tacky colors. I had seen her wear some of these things, but when they were all together in one place, all I could do was shudder.
I scanned the upper shelves. “There,” I said, pointing at a pile of albums in the middle of the shelf. “Those must be it.”
I moved aside so T.J. could pull them down. There were eight albums of various sizes, but definitely full of pictures and mementos of their lives together. I would have never guessed that Gladys was so sentimental. “Let’s see if we can find a box to put these in, or they’re just going to slide all over your car.”
I agreed, but unfortunately, there wasn’t one to be found in the bedroom. “Why don’t we check the garage,” I suggested. “Everyone always has a box in there.”
We left the bedroom and made our way toward the front door when Owen called out to T.J. “I thought you weren’t working this case,” T.J. said, sounding a bit nervous. He was probably afraid that Owen was taking over the case.
“I’m just supervising the backyard search,” he replied. “Just trying to help move your investigation along. Besides, I’m letting a couple of my deputies do all the heavy work.” He looked over at me, and gave me a small nod, his way of letting me know that he had understood what I was talking about earlier. “Speaking of which, we found
“Don’t even think about suggesting I go, Lizzie,” Jake warned me. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with him.”
“Nobody asked you to go anywhere, Mathias,” T.J. said.
“Ok, ok, I’ll go. Geez Louise Mother McCree,” I muttered.
“That’s my girl,” T.J. said, patting my leg. “Let’s go.”
I glared at Trixie and Jake. “You two are going to pay for this one.”
Trixie just smiled. Jake, on the other hand…well, if looks could kill, T.J. would be lying on the café floor with a hundred knives in his back.
Chapter Ten
T.J. offered to let me ride with him over to the Norwell house, but I declined. I followed him over there, and parked behind him. There were two other police cars there, as well as a crime scene unit. “What exactly does Gladys need me to pick up?” I asked T.J. as I joined him on the sidewalk.
“She said there are some photo albums in the master bedroom closet,” he replied as he pulled out some latex gloves. He handed a pair to me. “You need to put these on before you go inside.”
“That’s it?” I said as I did what he asked. “Just some photo albums?”
“I think she and Iris have been doing some sentimental journey, remembering old times,” he shrugged. “No reason for her not to have them.” One of the crime scene techs handed us some paper booties to put over our shoes. “Is someone checking out the backyard?”
“Yes, sir, one of your deputies,” the tech replied.
T.J. nodded as we went in. It was tastefully decorated; it had that warm, homey feel to it, which isn’t something I would normally associate with Gladys’ caustic personality. But then again, you just never know how people behave inside their own homes.
“The master bedroom is down that hallway, last door on the right,” T.J. pointed out to me. I followed him, and we went into a room that was about the size of my living room. There were various shades of blue all over the room, and I cringed. It reminded me of a tacky tri-colored blue shag carpet from my childhood. It wasn’t pretty, but I guess to Gladys, it was.
He opened the closet doors, and we started looking for the albums. Harold’s clothes were on the left, mostly collared cowboy shirts and comfortable slacks. One black suit hung in the back, and a pair of well-worn slippers and a pair of dress shoes sat on the floor under the clothes. On the right, total chaos. Bright colors jumped out at me, all vying for my attention. There was lemon-lime, pink, orange, bright yellow, light blue…just about every color of the rainbow and then some. I thought I was going to go blind looking at all those tacky colors. I had seen her wear some of these things, but when they were all together in one place, all I could do was shudder.
I scanned the upper shelves. “There,” I said, pointing at a pile of albums in the middle of the shelf. “Those must be it.”
I moved aside so T.J. could pull them down. There were eight albums of various sizes, but definitely full of pictures and mementos of their lives together. I would have never guessed that Gladys was so sentimental. “Let’s see if we can find a box to put these in, or they’re just going to slide all over your car.”
I agreed, but unfortunately, there wasn’t one to be found in the bedroom. “Why don’t we check the garage,” I suggested. “Everyone always has a box in there.”
We left the bedroom and made our way toward the front door when Owen called out to T.J. “I thought you weren’t working this case,” T.J. said, sounding a bit nervous. He was probably afraid that Owen was taking over the case.
“I’m just supervising the backyard search,” he replied. “Just trying to help move your investigation along. Besides, I’m letting a couple of my deputies do all the heavy work.” He looked over at me, and gave me a small nod, his way of letting me know that he had understood what I was talking about earlier. “Speaking of which, we found
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