Gracie's Game: Sudden Anger, Accidentally on Purpose by Jack Parker Page A
Authors: Jack Parker
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details, but decided she probably didn't know. Clearly she was the second wife, and the husband hadn't exactly married her for her brains.
"I don't know," she replied a little petulantly. "It was all, like, in little plastic pockets in a big box. Didn't look very interesting to me."
Officer Barclay wrote that down, too. "Did you have any prescription medications in the upstairs bathroom, Mrs. Greene?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, you know, some pain meds and muscle relaxers and stuff," she said.
"I'll need you to call your pharmacy and get a list," he said as he added that to his notes. "And if you discover anything else missing, let me know."
"Um, OK, sure," she said. "I mean, the TV and stereo and stuff are all here, they're worth money, why wouldn't a thief take them too?
"Right now it looks like they went for the easy stuff. Small items that are easy to carry and yet still worth a lot of money. Cash of course; but the jewelry, coin collection, and drugs are all easy to fence. I know it sounds corny, but he could easily have carried it all out of here in a pillow case."
At that moment they both heard someone calling out from the front door.
"Oh, that's my friend," Jennifer said. "Come on in Cindy, we're in the dining room. Don't go in the den, it's scary!"
Cindy walked into the room and went straight to Jennifer to give her a quick hug before taking a seat herself.
"Officer, um, Barkley?" Jennifer suddenly realized she wasn't sure of his name. "This is Cindy Stone. She's the one I told you about, I mean, that I was
shopping
with all day. I called her after I called you, I mean, 911."
"It's
Barclay
. Sam Barclay." He shook Cindy's hand across the table. "You were with Mrs. Greene all morning?" he queried.
"Yes, sir," Cindy replied. "She had to buy a new dress for tonight and we spent the day shopping. She took me home about 2:30 and left. She called all in a panic just before three; I was just leaving for work then." Cindy thought through her statement for a moment. "I had to come," she added.
"Of course," said Officer Barclay kindly. "I know this is all very upsetting."
They heard a man's voice from the front door. "Hello? The CSI gang is here! Where's the crime scene?"
Sam Barclay stood up and went to talk with them. As soon as he was gone Jennifer and Cindy shared another, longer, hug.
"Gosh, Jen, how horrible!" Cindy exclaimed. "What was taken?"
"You can't imagine how shocked I was," Jennifer replied. "My jewelry's gone, and some pills in the bathroom, and the money in Charles' desk. I haven't had a chance to see if anything else is gone, I mean, I had to call the cops as soon as I saw the place. The electronics are all here, the officer says he was after the little stuff, you know, that he could put in his pocket."
Jennifer glanced quickly at the doorway through which she could hear the cop talking to the forensics crew. She reached into her pocket and handed the few pieces of jewelry to Cindy. "Here. He missed these, they were in the nightstand. Put 'em in your purse and we can sell them later," she said in a whisper.
Cindy looked a little nervous, but did as she was told.
In a slightly too-loud voice Jennifer asked, "Would you like a soda?"
They went to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table to continue discussing what might be gone and who might have done it. They could see the forensics team moving through the den, and hear some of them walking around upstairs.
After some time Officer Barclay poked his head into the kitchen and asked, "Did your husband own a gun, Mrs. Greene?"
"A gun?" Jennifer asked like she'd never heard of such a thing. "Oh, um, yeah, I think so."
"We've found a box of shells in his office, but no gun. Did he usually keep it there?" He moved further into the kitchen so he didn't have to yell.
Jennifer knew very well that Charles had kept a gun in the drawer, but didn't want to appear to know too much about his desk. "I don't really know, I guess so. I mean, if you found
"I don't know," she replied a little petulantly. "It was all, like, in little plastic pockets in a big box. Didn't look very interesting to me."
Officer Barclay wrote that down, too. "Did you have any prescription medications in the upstairs bathroom, Mrs. Greene?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, you know, some pain meds and muscle relaxers and stuff," she said.
"I'll need you to call your pharmacy and get a list," he said as he added that to his notes. "And if you discover anything else missing, let me know."
"Um, OK, sure," she said. "I mean, the TV and stereo and stuff are all here, they're worth money, why wouldn't a thief take them too?
"Right now it looks like they went for the easy stuff. Small items that are easy to carry and yet still worth a lot of money. Cash of course; but the jewelry, coin collection, and drugs are all easy to fence. I know it sounds corny, but he could easily have carried it all out of here in a pillow case."
At that moment they both heard someone calling out from the front door.
"Oh, that's my friend," Jennifer said. "Come on in Cindy, we're in the dining room. Don't go in the den, it's scary!"
Cindy walked into the room and went straight to Jennifer to give her a quick hug before taking a seat herself.
"Officer, um, Barkley?" Jennifer suddenly realized she wasn't sure of his name. "This is Cindy Stone. She's the one I told you about, I mean, that I was
shopping
with all day. I called her after I called you, I mean, 911."
"It's
Barclay
. Sam Barclay." He shook Cindy's hand across the table. "You were with Mrs. Greene all morning?" he queried.
"Yes, sir," Cindy replied. "She had to buy a new dress for tonight and we spent the day shopping. She took me home about 2:30 and left. She called all in a panic just before three; I was just leaving for work then." Cindy thought through her statement for a moment. "I had to come," she added.
"Of course," said Officer Barclay kindly. "I know this is all very upsetting."
They heard a man's voice from the front door. "Hello? The CSI gang is here! Where's the crime scene?"
Sam Barclay stood up and went to talk with them. As soon as he was gone Jennifer and Cindy shared another, longer, hug.
"Gosh, Jen, how horrible!" Cindy exclaimed. "What was taken?"
"You can't imagine how shocked I was," Jennifer replied. "My jewelry's gone, and some pills in the bathroom, and the money in Charles' desk. I haven't had a chance to see if anything else is gone, I mean, I had to call the cops as soon as I saw the place. The electronics are all here, the officer says he was after the little stuff, you know, that he could put in his pocket."
Jennifer glanced quickly at the doorway through which she could hear the cop talking to the forensics crew. She reached into her pocket and handed the few pieces of jewelry to Cindy. "Here. He missed these, they were in the nightstand. Put 'em in your purse and we can sell them later," she said in a whisper.
Cindy looked a little nervous, but did as she was told.
In a slightly too-loud voice Jennifer asked, "Would you like a soda?"
They went to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table to continue discussing what might be gone and who might have done it. They could see the forensics team moving through the den, and hear some of them walking around upstairs.
After some time Officer Barclay poked his head into the kitchen and asked, "Did your husband own a gun, Mrs. Greene?"
"A gun?" Jennifer asked like she'd never heard of such a thing. "Oh, um, yeah, I think so."
"We've found a box of shells in his office, but no gun. Did he usually keep it there?" He moved further into the kitchen so he didn't have to yell.
Jennifer knew very well that Charles had kept a gun in the drawer, but didn't want to appear to know too much about his desk. "I don't really know, I guess so. I mean, if you found
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