give her comfort by rubbing her back. Her chest heaved up and down with each little sob.
“When we did our research, we learned these knives are only available to people in the food industry.” Noah set the knife on the table. Bennie leaned over and took a look. “We are going to every local restaurant or any establishment that has to do with food and going through their inventory. And since you were his ex-wife and own Second Cup, I figured we’d give you the opportunity to come clean.”
“I didn’t do it!” Bernadine blurted out.
“Shh.” Bennie patted her hand.
“It’s no secret that you and that divorced group love to bash your ex-husbands. He did in fact divorce you right after you moved here. Then left you here while he moved on with a glamorous life in Fort Myers.” Noah read from his notebook where he had dug up the history. “He paid you a lump sum of eight thousand dollars a month in alimony and is currently suing you to lower the alimony.”
My mouth was suddenly dry when I heard the eight thousand dollar amount. I knew Bernadine had been taken good care of by Henry’s alimony, but I had no idea it was that much. I assumed she was joking yesterday when we were in Food Watchers. Apparently not.
Damn. It wasn’t looking good for her. It was no secret the number one reason for murder was money.
“Plus we found a beading tool at the scene. You bead. You have knives. You get eight thousand a month. Why would you kill him?” Noah pulled out a piece of paper and slapped it on the table in front of her.
It was pictures of the bloody crime scene. I had to look away.
“You and your cute little Diva friends come up with all sorts of ways to hurt the men who happened to not want you anymore.” Noah stood up and leaned over Bernadine. He played the bad cop card. “Isn’t that right, Bernadine Frisk?”
“I never planned on him dying.” Bernadine buried her head in her hands.
“So you did stab him to death?” Noah pounded his fist on the table.
“Hold on. My client did no such thing and unless you are charging her for murder, I think it’s time I take her home.” Bennie stood up and ordered Bernadine to get up too. “You let us know when you are done here. My client has to make a living.”
Noah was a cool as a cucumber and tapped the paper lying in front of him.
Bennie whispered a couple of things to Ernie and Ernie shot out of the door. Bernadine grabbed her purse and Bennie escorted us out.
“Now,” Bennie turned toward me. “Let’s get to The Beaded Dragonfly.”
Chapter Seven
Bennie and Bernadine followed me to The Beaded Dragonfly and we were there in mere seconds. Just like Cheri had said, Gilley was at the front door waiting patiently. His Mohawk was tucked up under his police cap.
“Hey, Holly.” His eyes dipped down. “I hate to ask you to let me in and let me look through your stuff, but you know it’s part of the job.”
“Sure.” I wasn’t going to fight with him. Gilley was a sweet guy and he was so nice. “I have nothing to hide.”
“I’m not saying you do, but someone either wants us to believe you do or one of your friends is guilty.” He turned when Bernadine and Bennie approached us on the doorstep.
I unlocked the door and ran my hand up against the wall to flick on the lights. Cheri must’ve have been waiting by the window in her apartment because she bolted down the back stairs and met us on the bead store floor.
“Here is the tool that was found at the scene.” Gilley took the bag out of his shirt and unrolled it.
I gasped. Noah was right. The Eurotool crimping tool I specifically used in the store, the one that was missing, was in the bag.
“I’m assuming you know this tool?” Gilley asked. “We know that this specific tool has to be ordered by a lapidary with a tax id number.”
“Oh my God,” Bernadine mumbled. “I did not take that tool from here.”
“I know.” I tried to quiet her down. “Bennie and Ernie will
“When we did our research, we learned these knives are only available to people in the food industry.” Noah set the knife on the table. Bennie leaned over and took a look. “We are going to every local restaurant or any establishment that has to do with food and going through their inventory. And since you were his ex-wife and own Second Cup, I figured we’d give you the opportunity to come clean.”
“I didn’t do it!” Bernadine blurted out.
“Shh.” Bennie patted her hand.
“It’s no secret that you and that divorced group love to bash your ex-husbands. He did in fact divorce you right after you moved here. Then left you here while he moved on with a glamorous life in Fort Myers.” Noah read from his notebook where he had dug up the history. “He paid you a lump sum of eight thousand dollars a month in alimony and is currently suing you to lower the alimony.”
My mouth was suddenly dry when I heard the eight thousand dollar amount. I knew Bernadine had been taken good care of by Henry’s alimony, but I had no idea it was that much. I assumed she was joking yesterday when we were in Food Watchers. Apparently not.
Damn. It wasn’t looking good for her. It was no secret the number one reason for murder was money.
“Plus we found a beading tool at the scene. You bead. You have knives. You get eight thousand a month. Why would you kill him?” Noah pulled out a piece of paper and slapped it on the table in front of her.
It was pictures of the bloody crime scene. I had to look away.
“You and your cute little Diva friends come up with all sorts of ways to hurt the men who happened to not want you anymore.” Noah stood up and leaned over Bernadine. He played the bad cop card. “Isn’t that right, Bernadine Frisk?”
“I never planned on him dying.” Bernadine buried her head in her hands.
“So you did stab him to death?” Noah pounded his fist on the table.
“Hold on. My client did no such thing and unless you are charging her for murder, I think it’s time I take her home.” Bennie stood up and ordered Bernadine to get up too. “You let us know when you are done here. My client has to make a living.”
Noah was a cool as a cucumber and tapped the paper lying in front of him.
Bennie whispered a couple of things to Ernie and Ernie shot out of the door. Bernadine grabbed her purse and Bennie escorted us out.
“Now,” Bennie turned toward me. “Let’s get to The Beaded Dragonfly.”
Chapter Seven
Bennie and Bernadine followed me to The Beaded Dragonfly and we were there in mere seconds. Just like Cheri had said, Gilley was at the front door waiting patiently. His Mohawk was tucked up under his police cap.
“Hey, Holly.” His eyes dipped down. “I hate to ask you to let me in and let me look through your stuff, but you know it’s part of the job.”
“Sure.” I wasn’t going to fight with him. Gilley was a sweet guy and he was so nice. “I have nothing to hide.”
“I’m not saying you do, but someone either wants us to believe you do or one of your friends is guilty.” He turned when Bernadine and Bennie approached us on the doorstep.
I unlocked the door and ran my hand up against the wall to flick on the lights. Cheri must’ve have been waiting by the window in her apartment because she bolted down the back stairs and met us on the bead store floor.
“Here is the tool that was found at the scene.” Gilley took the bag out of his shirt and unrolled it.
I gasped. Noah was right. The Eurotool crimping tool I specifically used in the store, the one that was missing, was in the bag.
“I’m assuming you know this tool?” Gilley asked. “We know that this specific tool has to be ordered by a lapidary with a tax id number.”
“Oh my God,” Bernadine mumbled. “I did not take that tool from here.”
“I know.” I tried to quiet her down. “Bennie and Ernie will
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