Diane Greenwood Muir - Bellingwood 06 - A Season of Change by Diane Greenwood Muir Page B
Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
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listens to her.”
“Beryl’s awful. I think the only person she ever listens to is Lydia.”
“And you, Aaron.” Polly said. “She listens to you. If she didn’t have you and Lydia in her life, she’d be miserable.”
“She’s a good woman, even if she does make life entertaining.”
“Do you need me to stick around?” Polly asked.
“Would you mind staying until more of the team arrives?” he asked. “I’d hate for someone else to get onto the property before we can process it.”
“Sure,” she said. “I can wait. Are you going to let me know who it is and what happened or do I have to bribe your wife?”
“I’m afraid of the unknown cell phone ringing in my life, so I promise to tell you what I can.” He laughed and walked on down the road into the vineyard’s property.
It didn’t take much longer for more emergency vehicles to arrive. Polly backed out and turned onto the street so they could pass through. Two more vehicles from the sheriff’s department pulled in and she waved at Stu Decker as he walked past her truck. She called Aaron.
“Is that enough people? Can I leave now?” she asked when he answered his phone.
“Thank you, Polly. We’ve got it from here.”
“Do you know who it is yet?”
She heard him take a deep breath. “I told you I would let you know who it was. But you can’t say anything to anyone. Promise me that? We need to contact his family and talk to the boys.”
“The boys are in Omaha with Henry this morning. They had a meeting at six thirty. So, is it someone I know?”
“I doubt it, but he was associated with the winery. It was one of the fellas hired to care for the vineyard and make wine - Bruce Victor. Whoever killed him did a terrible job of covering things up. They must have wanted him to be found.”
“Was he killed here?” she asked.
“I’m not willing to say anything about that yet,” Aaron said. “Let me do some more work and the next time you can trap me, you can interrogate me. Does that sound fair?”
Polly laughed. “I guess I can’t ask for more than that. So, you won’t let me tell Henry?”
She heard him sigh in the background. “You make my life much too difficult, Polly Giller. Don’t tell Henry. Please?”
“He’s not going to like it.”
“I don’t want him saying something to the boys before I can talk to them.”
“How about if I wait to tell him until he gets back to Bellingwood? Or maybe when he’s on the road and driving back. He won’t be around the boys at that point.”
“Polly, just be careful, okay?”
“Got it. If he were my husband, you couldn’t make me keep this from him,” she teased.
Aaron laughed out loud. “If he were your husband, I’d stop worrying about getting phone calls from you informing me of the dead bodies you’ve found!”
“Thanks for that,” she said. “Remember, first chance I get, you are at my interrogation desk.”
“I know. I know. Now let me get to work.” She heard him giving directions to his deputies before he turned his phone off. She wasn’t sure why she had so much fun pressing his buttons.
“Okay, Obiwan. It’s time to get you back to Sycamore House. I have a lot of work ahead of me today.”
CHAPTER SIX
“Ow!” Polly exclaimed as she pulled the hand truck up from the basement of the caretaker’s house at the hotel. She’d caught a heel on one of the steps and it nearly pulled her shoe off. Her phone rang. That had to be Henry. He could wait. The phone stopped ringing and then started again. Yep, Henry. By the time she got to the top of the steps it had stopped and started once more.
“Hello hot stuff,” she said. She tucked it between her ear and shoulder and pushed the cart to the dumpster.
“Hello yourself. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Polly lifted a box into the dumpster and said, “Just a second, let me finish this.”
She heard him yell, “No!” as she slipped the phone
“Beryl’s awful. I think the only person she ever listens to is Lydia.”
“And you, Aaron.” Polly said. “She listens to you. If she didn’t have you and Lydia in her life, she’d be miserable.”
“She’s a good woman, even if she does make life entertaining.”
“Do you need me to stick around?” Polly asked.
“Would you mind staying until more of the team arrives?” he asked. “I’d hate for someone else to get onto the property before we can process it.”
“Sure,” she said. “I can wait. Are you going to let me know who it is and what happened or do I have to bribe your wife?”
“I’m afraid of the unknown cell phone ringing in my life, so I promise to tell you what I can.” He laughed and walked on down the road into the vineyard’s property.
It didn’t take much longer for more emergency vehicles to arrive. Polly backed out and turned onto the street so they could pass through. Two more vehicles from the sheriff’s department pulled in and she waved at Stu Decker as he walked past her truck. She called Aaron.
“Is that enough people? Can I leave now?” she asked when he answered his phone.
“Thank you, Polly. We’ve got it from here.”
“Do you know who it is yet?”
She heard him take a deep breath. “I told you I would let you know who it was. But you can’t say anything to anyone. Promise me that? We need to contact his family and talk to the boys.”
“The boys are in Omaha with Henry this morning. They had a meeting at six thirty. So, is it someone I know?”
“I doubt it, but he was associated with the winery. It was one of the fellas hired to care for the vineyard and make wine - Bruce Victor. Whoever killed him did a terrible job of covering things up. They must have wanted him to be found.”
“Was he killed here?” she asked.
“I’m not willing to say anything about that yet,” Aaron said. “Let me do some more work and the next time you can trap me, you can interrogate me. Does that sound fair?”
Polly laughed. “I guess I can’t ask for more than that. So, you won’t let me tell Henry?”
She heard him sigh in the background. “You make my life much too difficult, Polly Giller. Don’t tell Henry. Please?”
“He’s not going to like it.”
“I don’t want him saying something to the boys before I can talk to them.”
“How about if I wait to tell him until he gets back to Bellingwood? Or maybe when he’s on the road and driving back. He won’t be around the boys at that point.”
“Polly, just be careful, okay?”
“Got it. If he were my husband, you couldn’t make me keep this from him,” she teased.
Aaron laughed out loud. “If he were your husband, I’d stop worrying about getting phone calls from you informing me of the dead bodies you’ve found!”
“Thanks for that,” she said. “Remember, first chance I get, you are at my interrogation desk.”
“I know. I know. Now let me get to work.” She heard him giving directions to his deputies before he turned his phone off. She wasn’t sure why she had so much fun pressing his buttons.
“Okay, Obiwan. It’s time to get you back to Sycamore House. I have a lot of work ahead of me today.”
CHAPTER SIX
“Ow!” Polly exclaimed as she pulled the hand truck up from the basement of the caretaker’s house at the hotel. She’d caught a heel on one of the steps and it nearly pulled her shoe off. Her phone rang. That had to be Henry. He could wait. The phone stopped ringing and then started again. Yep, Henry. By the time she got to the top of the steps it had stopped and started once more.
“Hello hot stuff,” she said. She tucked it between her ear and shoulder and pushed the cart to the dumpster.
“Hello yourself. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Polly lifted a box into the dumpster and said, “Just a second, let me finish this.”
She heard him yell, “No!” as she slipped the phone
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