Death Over the Dam (A Hunter Jones Mystery Book 2) by Charlotte Moore Page A
Authors: Charlotte Moore
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Cathay, and half of them headed back across the river over the re-opened bridge to buy building supplies, pick up sunscreen and eat lunch.
Hunter walked around R&J’s at lunchtime, stopping to talk to any dirty stranger she saw, to find out where they were from and why they had come. Many were young retirees, some from church groups, some who were volunteer rescue workers in their own counties, and some who had gotten their carpentry skills from Habitat for Humanity projects.
Time was getting to be a big issue for her. She needed to get her writing finished and to help with the layout. Neither she nor Tyler wanted anything but the Pages 1 and 2 left to do on Wednesday morning, because, flood notwithstanding, both the Merchantsville City Council and the Magnolia County Board of Education would be meeting that evening and those stories would have to be written.
Tyler, as always, would cover the City Council meeting. Hunter would have the Board of Education meeting, and with the start of school just two weeks off, it would be a busy one.
The front page was already going to be packed with flood stories, including a short one about the coffin.”
“My bet is that nobody’s going to claim those bones,” Tyler said.
“I think Taneesha’s checking on missing person reports going way back,” Hunter said.. “They’re keeping the remains at the crime lab in Macon but they didn’t have room for the casket, and they sent it back. It’s down in the courthouse basement.
That’s creepy,” Novena said, glancing out the window toward the courthouse.
Grady Bennett was home most of the day. Arnette Rayburn had come by in the morning and taken Dee Dee to Bible study, and she had invited Grady to church on Sunday as she always did.. Arnette was nice, Grady thought, and he was glad for Dee Dee to be out with other people, with Arnette looking after her, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to start going to that church on Sundays. If you went a few times, they’d be after you to join, and Mama had said, “Those people are nothing but Holy Rollers.”
Grady was not sure what was wrong with Holy Rollers if they were as nice as Arnette and Pastor Jimmy.
Mama went to Cathay First Baptist, but she did not push Grady and Dee Dee to go where she went.
She did not think Dee Dee had the right clothes, and she had gone to the Macon Mall once to shop, and brought Deirdre three shopping bags full of new clothes.
Dee Dee had smiled and thanked her, but she never wore any of the clothes, and Mama had noticed that and gotten her feelings hurt. She had said she had tried her best and would not keep trying.
Dee Dee just said she wanted Meredith to help her pick out clothes, that Meredith had a store and knew what she liked. But Grady didn’t know who Meredith was and Dee Dee couldn’t remember the name of the store or where it was.
Thinking about the way Dee Dee liked to dress reminded Grady of the lady from the newspaper, the one who was the sheriff’s girlfriend, who had bought the paintings. She was from Atlanta and she wore funny clothes, too… He thought she might know the name of the store.
He didn’t want his Mama to get mixed up in it, so he called one of his friends on his cell phone and asked him if he knew the number for the newspaper. Skeet found the number for him. He wrote it down, and thought about what to say.
At 4 p.m., Novena turned to Hunter and said, “This man on the phone wants to talk to the lady with curly hair who is the sheriff’s girlfriend. I think that means you.”
As soon as he said who he was, Hunter said, “I am so glad you called. I was trying to find out how to reach you.”
They both talked at the same time for a minute, and then things were said in order.
Grady stammered out that there had been a store in Atlanta where his wife used to buy her clothes and she couldn’t remember the name of it, just that a lady named Meredith who worked in the store helped her pick things out, and did Hunter
Hunter walked around R&J’s at lunchtime, stopping to talk to any dirty stranger she saw, to find out where they were from and why they had come. Many were young retirees, some from church groups, some who were volunteer rescue workers in their own counties, and some who had gotten their carpentry skills from Habitat for Humanity projects.
Time was getting to be a big issue for her. She needed to get her writing finished and to help with the layout. Neither she nor Tyler wanted anything but the Pages 1 and 2 left to do on Wednesday morning, because, flood notwithstanding, both the Merchantsville City Council and the Magnolia County Board of Education would be meeting that evening and those stories would have to be written.
Tyler, as always, would cover the City Council meeting. Hunter would have the Board of Education meeting, and with the start of school just two weeks off, it would be a busy one.
The front page was already going to be packed with flood stories, including a short one about the coffin.”
“My bet is that nobody’s going to claim those bones,” Tyler said.
“I think Taneesha’s checking on missing person reports going way back,” Hunter said.. “They’re keeping the remains at the crime lab in Macon but they didn’t have room for the casket, and they sent it back. It’s down in the courthouse basement.
That’s creepy,” Novena said, glancing out the window toward the courthouse.
Grady Bennett was home most of the day. Arnette Rayburn had come by in the morning and taken Dee Dee to Bible study, and she had invited Grady to church on Sunday as she always did.. Arnette was nice, Grady thought, and he was glad for Dee Dee to be out with other people, with Arnette looking after her, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to start going to that church on Sundays. If you went a few times, they’d be after you to join, and Mama had said, “Those people are nothing but Holy Rollers.”
Grady was not sure what was wrong with Holy Rollers if they were as nice as Arnette and Pastor Jimmy.
Mama went to Cathay First Baptist, but she did not push Grady and Dee Dee to go where she went.
She did not think Dee Dee had the right clothes, and she had gone to the Macon Mall once to shop, and brought Deirdre three shopping bags full of new clothes.
Dee Dee had smiled and thanked her, but she never wore any of the clothes, and Mama had noticed that and gotten her feelings hurt. She had said she had tried her best and would not keep trying.
Dee Dee just said she wanted Meredith to help her pick out clothes, that Meredith had a store and knew what she liked. But Grady didn’t know who Meredith was and Dee Dee couldn’t remember the name of the store or where it was.
Thinking about the way Dee Dee liked to dress reminded Grady of the lady from the newspaper, the one who was the sheriff’s girlfriend, who had bought the paintings. She was from Atlanta and she wore funny clothes, too… He thought she might know the name of the store.
He didn’t want his Mama to get mixed up in it, so he called one of his friends on his cell phone and asked him if he knew the number for the newspaper. Skeet found the number for him. He wrote it down, and thought about what to say.
At 4 p.m., Novena turned to Hunter and said, “This man on the phone wants to talk to the lady with curly hair who is the sheriff’s girlfriend. I think that means you.”
As soon as he said who he was, Hunter said, “I am so glad you called. I was trying to find out how to reach you.”
They both talked at the same time for a minute, and then things were said in order.
Grady stammered out that there had been a store in Atlanta where his wife used to buy her clothes and she couldn’t remember the name of it, just that a lady named Meredith who worked in the store helped her pick things out, and did Hunter
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