certain how it would be received, so I chickened out and kept my mouth shut.
âAs for siccing the cops on you, thatâs the one that worries me. It could have backfired. Unless, again, she figured that since youâd been a cop, youâd know how to react so you wouldnât get yourself shotâassuming she knows you were in uniform for eight years. You say the senior manâs name was Willard? Iâll give him a call, see what heâs found out.â
âIf anything,â I said, momentarily distracted. Iâm a leg woman. Wearing only a pair of briefs and T-shirt, Duck stood barefoot, ankles crossed, presenting one long line of smooth, yummy, brown, well-muscled thighs and calves. Heâd make a great model for Jockeys or BVDs, especially with that nice round butt and . . .
I yanked myself back to the subject at hand. âHe left to question some of the people decorating the tree, but face it, what with heightened security and all these days, the department doesnât have the time or manpower to waste on a prank caller.â
âOh, theyâll take it seriously, all right. Think of the number of cops they sent.â
âIâd just as soon not,â I said, with a shudder. All those uniforms, their weapons aimed at me. Iâd be dreaming about that for a while.
âCan you think of anyone whoâd go to such lengths to shake you up? Someone at one of the districts you were assigned to maybe? Think male and female. She might be some jokerâs girlfriend heâs asked to help. Because weâve both worked with a lot of practical jokers, but the women in the department donât tend to go in for the kind of juvenile behavior the guys enjoy. Smelly cheese in the bottom of a locker, swiping a dudeâs lunch while his back is turned, thatâs the kind of stupid stunt we pull on each other. But this has a really nasty feel to it. You sure you havenât crossed someone here recently? You may not have meant to, butââ
âNo, I havenât. Honestly.â I pulled up short, something heâd said opening up possibilities that hadnât occurred to me. They rapidly escalated to probabilities. âOh, my God.â
âWhat?â Duck glanced at his watch, then sat down, straddling a chair backward. âYou remember something?â
âRealized something. The dog and cat turds.â
âSay what?â He lowered his head, gazing up at me, as if over his reading glasses.
âSomeone left a pile of dog poop in front of Cholly and Nevaâs a while back and some cat poop yesterday. It wasnât for them, it was meant for me! Whoever did it didnât know Iâd moved out.â
âUntil sometime yesterday,â Duck amended, âor they wouldnât have known to call Janeeceâs.â
âRight. That rules out the residents; they can probably give you the precise date I carried my clothes across the hall. Which means it has to be an outsider, perhaps someone in Gracie Pooleâs group. Theyâre members of her arts and crafts classes at the Seniorsâ Center and were in and out of the lobby all day, plus hitting all the floors to collect ornaments from peopleââ
âA perfect opportunity to leave the cat crap.â
âPoor Neva and Cholly. I donât know if I have the guts to tell them. I guess itâs just as well Iâm moving out so they donât ask me to.â
âHey, none of this is your fault, at least as far as you know.â
I waved that away as irrelevant, still trying to work out a plausible scenario. âIf this woman helping with the tree just happened, intentionally, of course, to mention my name, sooner or later someone was bound to tell her Iâve been bunking with Janeece.â
Duck smiled, got up, and planted a kiss on the top of my head. âSmart girl. Thatâs it, then. So we find out who was in the Poole womanâs group
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