directly at Glenda.
Glenda squirmed a little. “I don’t want to talk about it. He just uses people. I have to get back to work now.”
“Oh, one more thing, did you meet that detective—Frank Hughes?”
“The guy who looks like he belongs in a fashion magazine? I saw him talking to Jimmie. Jimmie didn’t look too happy either. He went through David’s office and took some folders. That’s what David was so angry about. He wanted to look through his stuff first. Roger had copies of everything though.”
“Why would Roger have had copies of David’s files from the car dealership?” Kitty whispered.
Glenda looked around before answering, “I think it has something to do with how the insurance is handled. I real y shouldn’t be talking to you about this. Good luck with your truck. I hope you don’t have any more problems.” Kitty saw her truck in the lot. Time to get out of here and get her chicks, she thought. And then she saw the folder on the front seat of her car.
That would have to wait. She needed to get her chicks and get them under the warming lamp in their new home.
***
Kitty pul ed up in front of her barn next to Michael’s truck.
She rushed into the barn with her box of peeping cuteness. “Hi Michael. I’m so glad you’re here stil . I’ve got my chicks. What do you think?” Michael looked in the box. “Doesn’t get much cuter than this Kitty. What kind did you get?”
“A mixture of Barred Rock, Rhode Island Red and Buff Brahmas. I paid extra to get al hens plus they sent three extra chicks. I hope those three aren’t al roosters. Michael, this area for the chicks looks great. I think they’l do fine here. What do you think?”
“It wil be fine as long as it stays warm enough. I should be able to finish up the main coop and nesting boxes by tomorrow.”
“You’re a life saver Michael. I could never get this farm going without al the expertise you’ve offered, helping me figure out how to put everything together.”
Kitty gently picked each chick out of the shipping container and placed them in their new home under the heat lamp. Kitty smiled to herself. She imagined the chicks al grown up, pecking and scratching at her Fat Hen Farm. Laying nutritious bright yel ow yolked eggs for her customers. Even with the nightmare swirling around her, she was moving forward and starting her dream.
“Look at them Kitty. Your first ‘girls’. I’m happy to be able to help you build this dream of yours.” Kitty hugged Michael and kissed him on his stubbly cheek. “I’m off to clean out Roger’s office. Tina and Detective Hughes should be here sometime. I’l make dinner for everyone again. My new special gril ed cheese sandwich.”
“Great Kitty. I’l keep working on the chicken coop and keep an eye on these little peepers to make sure it’s warm enough for them. I’m sure I’l stil be here when you get back.”
Kitty got in her truck and saw the folder on the seat. She looked inside before leaving and saw papers with lists of numbers. It didn’t make any sense to her and she threw it on the floor of the truck.
Roger’s office was about 20 minutes away, between Wil ow Fal s and their old apartment. She parked outside on the street, found the key and went inside. He was an independent insurance agent and had a smal space in a large somewhat run down office building. Kitty wanted to get everything cleaned out so she could cancel the lease. It was quiet in the office building when she entered. Rogers’s office was at the end of the hal on the left, the street side. When she entered, everything was neat and she didn’t know where to start. Looking in the file cabinet, she found folders labeled Jimmie’s Auto. That was a good starting point and definitely something to take. As she looked around for something to put the folders in, she heard the doorknob turning.
Panicking, Kitty opened the closet door and hid inside. It was a big space and she crouched behind a stack of
Glenda squirmed a little. “I don’t want to talk about it. He just uses people. I have to get back to work now.”
“Oh, one more thing, did you meet that detective—Frank Hughes?”
“The guy who looks like he belongs in a fashion magazine? I saw him talking to Jimmie. Jimmie didn’t look too happy either. He went through David’s office and took some folders. That’s what David was so angry about. He wanted to look through his stuff first. Roger had copies of everything though.”
“Why would Roger have had copies of David’s files from the car dealership?” Kitty whispered.
Glenda looked around before answering, “I think it has something to do with how the insurance is handled. I real y shouldn’t be talking to you about this. Good luck with your truck. I hope you don’t have any more problems.” Kitty saw her truck in the lot. Time to get out of here and get her chicks, she thought. And then she saw the folder on the front seat of her car.
That would have to wait. She needed to get her chicks and get them under the warming lamp in their new home.
***
Kitty pul ed up in front of her barn next to Michael’s truck.
She rushed into the barn with her box of peeping cuteness. “Hi Michael. I’m so glad you’re here stil . I’ve got my chicks. What do you think?” Michael looked in the box. “Doesn’t get much cuter than this Kitty. What kind did you get?”
“A mixture of Barred Rock, Rhode Island Red and Buff Brahmas. I paid extra to get al hens plus they sent three extra chicks. I hope those three aren’t al roosters. Michael, this area for the chicks looks great. I think they’l do fine here. What do you think?”
“It wil be fine as long as it stays warm enough. I should be able to finish up the main coop and nesting boxes by tomorrow.”
“You’re a life saver Michael. I could never get this farm going without al the expertise you’ve offered, helping me figure out how to put everything together.”
Kitty gently picked each chick out of the shipping container and placed them in their new home under the heat lamp. Kitty smiled to herself. She imagined the chicks al grown up, pecking and scratching at her Fat Hen Farm. Laying nutritious bright yel ow yolked eggs for her customers. Even with the nightmare swirling around her, she was moving forward and starting her dream.
“Look at them Kitty. Your first ‘girls’. I’m happy to be able to help you build this dream of yours.” Kitty hugged Michael and kissed him on his stubbly cheek. “I’m off to clean out Roger’s office. Tina and Detective Hughes should be here sometime. I’l make dinner for everyone again. My new special gril ed cheese sandwich.”
“Great Kitty. I’l keep working on the chicken coop and keep an eye on these little peepers to make sure it’s warm enough for them. I’m sure I’l stil be here when you get back.”
Kitty got in her truck and saw the folder on the seat. She looked inside before leaving and saw papers with lists of numbers. It didn’t make any sense to her and she threw it on the floor of the truck.
Roger’s office was about 20 minutes away, between Wil ow Fal s and their old apartment. She parked outside on the street, found the key and went inside. He was an independent insurance agent and had a smal space in a large somewhat run down office building. Kitty wanted to get everything cleaned out so she could cancel the lease. It was quiet in the office building when she entered. Rogers’s office was at the end of the hal on the left, the street side. When she entered, everything was neat and she didn’t know where to start. Looking in the file cabinet, she found folders labeled Jimmie’s Auto. That was a good starting point and definitely something to take. As she looked around for something to put the folders in, she heard the doorknob turning.
Panicking, Kitty opened the closet door and hid inside. It was a big space and she crouched behind a stack of
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