Fat hen farm 01- Killer tracks by Sandy Vale Page B

picked up your truck?”
    “I talked to Glenda but she got the keys from Joe in the service department. I saw Jimmie in his office on the phone.”
    “Why did Candy have that other folder? And why do you think she gave it to you? Is this connected to Roger’s murder?” Frank asked, trying to put the pieces together.
    “You’re the detective. Shouldn’t you have the answers? I don’t know, unless David is involved too and Candy suspects something and is getting scared. Glenda said Roger kept copies of everything in his office.”
    Kitty got up to start making the gril ed cheese.
    “Michael, do these papers make any sense to you? What do you think?” Tina asked.
    “This sure looks like a list of VIN numbers. Kitty, this photo looks like your truck. Let’s check the VIN number and see if it matches any of these on the list. I’l go take a look at your truck.” He didn’t waste any time heading out the door.
    Frank had been sitting quietly, listening intently. “I’m impressed with al the clues you’re finding and putting together. You’re making my job much easier.”
    Michael came back inside. “Here it is!” Michael pointed to the VIN number from Kitty’s truck and the matching number on the list. “But something else is weird. I have the registration card and that VIN number doesn’t match the one on the truck. Kitty, didn’t you say you thought you saw your truck outside the other day but Glenda checked and it was on the lift?”
    “That’s right. Do you think they mixed up the trucks? Gave me the wrong one today?”
    “That’s what it looks like. The VIN number on your registration, which I’m guessing would match the number on the other truck, your truck, is not on this list. I think they gave you the stolen truck by mistake.”
    Frank stood up to get a closer look. “This is just what I’ve been looking for to connect Jimmie’s Auto to the car theft ring. Glenda must have given you the wrong keys by mistake. When they figure this out, you’l real y be in danger Kitty. I don’t want to do anything yet, until we figure out how this connects to Rogers’s murder. I‘l have to bring these papers to the police station and get Herb up to speed on this. Maybe Roger was murdered because he knew something. Maybe he was trying to blackmail Jimmie. I also have files from David’s office that I need to go through.”
    “First things first, these gril ed cheese sandwiches are just about ready. Is anyone hungry?” Kitty got plates from the cupboard and served the gril ed cheese.
    “Kitty you’re amazing! What’s your secret with these? Knowing you, there’s something besides just cheese,” Michael asked.
    “Wel , I am trying something new. I think the bread is real y important so I’m using homemade whole wheat bread, buttered on one side with pesto on the other side. I like to use at least two kinds of cheese. Tonight, I’ve got Vermont cheddar and Jarlsburg with roasted red pepper in between the cheese. I gril them slowly so the cheese melts into the pepper and pesto and the gril ed side of the bread gets nice and crispy brown.
    What do you think?”
    Trying to talk with a mouthful of sandwich, Michael mumbled, “These are to die for Kitty. It’s the best gril ed cheese sandwich I’ve ever had. If the farm doesn’t work out for you, you could always open a café. You’re an incredible cook. I can see it now, Kitty’s Cozy Café.” Frank was nodding in agreement. “This is incredible Kitty. You are a talented woman.” Kitty laughed. “Michael, I love to cook, but if I was doing it for a living, I don’t know if it would be as enjoyable. I’m going to be optimistic and assume I’l make the farm profitable. I would like to have baked goods for sale but I don’t think I’m ready for a whole café. I like cooking for my friends. Especial y when you love whatever I make!” Changing the subject, Kitty continued, “I found something else in Roger’s office. Take a look at