Minnie Crockwell - Will Travel for Trouble 02 - Trouble at Sunny Lake by Minnie Crockwell Page A
Authors: Minnie Crockwell
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never learn with this guy?
“I don’t know,” I said. “If they interview me again, I might have to. I don’t lie very well.”
I turned and trotted down the hill and hopped into my RV.
I think you should leave this park, Minerva. This place is not as sunny as the name would have us believe.
“No kidding! Did you get a sense of whether he killed his brother or not?”
I cannot see into his thoughts, Minerva. Only yours. I do not know. I feel he can be dangerous though, and I am not sure it is necessarily from his battle experiences.
“What then?”
If his brother was truly a bad man, then why might not Scott be? If they were born into the same family, raised by the same parents, who is to say that both men were not created from the same mold?
“There’s only one person I can think of to ask, and that’s Sean since he knows them both.”
My phone rang just then, and I answered it.
“Minnie?” A strange male voice pronounced my name.
“Yes?”
“It’s Josh Wilson, you know, the deputy?”
“Oh, Deputy Wilson. Yes. What can I do for you?” So odd that he would call right now when I was brimming with information that the authorities really should have. I kept my mouth shut though.
“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have some dinner tonight.”
“What?” I didn’t screech…exactly.
“Dinner?”
“Me?” Suddenly, I felt old enough to be his mother although I was, in fact, only five years older.
“Yes, you. I could pick you up since I know where you live.” He chuckled. “About 6 o’clock?”
“Okay,” I said meekly. “I’ll see you then.” I looked down at the phone in my hand.
You seem surprised at his interest, Minerva. I am not.
“Well, I am. I’m not even sure why I said yes.”
I suspect because you would like to go to dinner with the handsome Deputy Wilson.
I laughed nervously. “I think I was taken aback more than anything. He seems like a nice man anyway. Maybe he knows more about the case.”
I suspect he does not know quite as much as you do. Will you discuss your findings with him?
“I have no idea. It’s not really my place, is it? I don’t know who killed Jason Strait. It sounds like it could have been anyone.”
With the exception of the handsome Deputy Wilson, of course.
Chapter Five
Josh picked me up in a dark SUV and took me to a restaurant on the other side of the lake that served a wonderful salad. We sat out on the deck and enjoyed the lake as the sun set, sending a golden streak across the water. Thankfully, I couldn’t see the cliffs from here.
I had dressed casually in slacks and a print cotton top, hoping that no one would take me for Josh’s mother. Out of uniform, he was just as good looking in jeans and a light-blue cotton shirt.
“How was the rest of your day yesterday?” he asked. “Not too stressful, I hope.”
“You might face that kind of thing more than I do, but I’ll admit I was pretty stressed out.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He gave me a charming white-toothed smile.
Although I knew Ben was usually with me, I hoped he was distracted by something else. Maybe he had stayed near the RV and not accompanied us. I did know he could control that if he wanted. If and when the day came that I fell in love with a living person, I wasn’t sure what we would do. I didn’t think I could bear to lose Ben.
While I wanted to blurt out all the information I’d learned that day, I held back. The police hardly needed an interfering amateur sleuth/busybody offering up tidbits of misleading information.
“So, how long have you been a deputy?” I asked over my salad.
“Oh, about two years. I was in the Army before that, in Afghanistan.”
I stopped short of rolling my eyes, but my heart pounded. I stared at him. Surely not!
“Oh, really?” I said more as a stalling technique while I played with and discarded a million questions.
“Yeah,” he said, offering nothing further. He asked me questions about
“I don’t know,” I said. “If they interview me again, I might have to. I don’t lie very well.”
I turned and trotted down the hill and hopped into my RV.
I think you should leave this park, Minerva. This place is not as sunny as the name would have us believe.
“No kidding! Did you get a sense of whether he killed his brother or not?”
I cannot see into his thoughts, Minerva. Only yours. I do not know. I feel he can be dangerous though, and I am not sure it is necessarily from his battle experiences.
“What then?”
If his brother was truly a bad man, then why might not Scott be? If they were born into the same family, raised by the same parents, who is to say that both men were not created from the same mold?
“There’s only one person I can think of to ask, and that’s Sean since he knows them both.”
My phone rang just then, and I answered it.
“Minnie?” A strange male voice pronounced my name.
“Yes?”
“It’s Josh Wilson, you know, the deputy?”
“Oh, Deputy Wilson. Yes. What can I do for you?” So odd that he would call right now when I was brimming with information that the authorities really should have. I kept my mouth shut though.
“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have some dinner tonight.”
“What?” I didn’t screech…exactly.
“Dinner?”
“Me?” Suddenly, I felt old enough to be his mother although I was, in fact, only five years older.
“Yes, you. I could pick you up since I know where you live.” He chuckled. “About 6 o’clock?”
“Okay,” I said meekly. “I’ll see you then.” I looked down at the phone in my hand.
You seem surprised at his interest, Minerva. I am not.
“Well, I am. I’m not even sure why I said yes.”
I suspect because you would like to go to dinner with the handsome Deputy Wilson.
I laughed nervously. “I think I was taken aback more than anything. He seems like a nice man anyway. Maybe he knows more about the case.”
I suspect he does not know quite as much as you do. Will you discuss your findings with him?
“I have no idea. It’s not really my place, is it? I don’t know who killed Jason Strait. It sounds like it could have been anyone.”
With the exception of the handsome Deputy Wilson, of course.
Chapter Five
Josh picked me up in a dark SUV and took me to a restaurant on the other side of the lake that served a wonderful salad. We sat out on the deck and enjoyed the lake as the sun set, sending a golden streak across the water. Thankfully, I couldn’t see the cliffs from here.
I had dressed casually in slacks and a print cotton top, hoping that no one would take me for Josh’s mother. Out of uniform, he was just as good looking in jeans and a light-blue cotton shirt.
“How was the rest of your day yesterday?” he asked. “Not too stressful, I hope.”
“You might face that kind of thing more than I do, but I’ll admit I was pretty stressed out.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He gave me a charming white-toothed smile.
Although I knew Ben was usually with me, I hoped he was distracted by something else. Maybe he had stayed near the RV and not accompanied us. I did know he could control that if he wanted. If and when the day came that I fell in love with a living person, I wasn’t sure what we would do. I didn’t think I could bear to lose Ben.
While I wanted to blurt out all the information I’d learned that day, I held back. The police hardly needed an interfering amateur sleuth/busybody offering up tidbits of misleading information.
“So, how long have you been a deputy?” I asked over my salad.
“Oh, about two years. I was in the Army before that, in Afghanistan.”
I stopped short of rolling my eyes, but my heart pounded. I stared at him. Surely not!
“Oh, really?” I said more as a stalling technique while I played with and discarded a million questions.
“Yeah,” he said, offering nothing further. He asked me questions about
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