say anything else. “I’ll look for you tomorrow.” She walked out of his office, got her belongings, and left the church.
On the way home, she tried to figure out why Pastor Rick made her so uncomfortable. She couldn’t put her finger on the exact reason. The whole package just seemed to bother her, and for a moment there, she had a feeling he had wanted to ask her out. That was so not a good idea on so many levels.
What in the world was wrong with the men here? Matt was sort of a jerk, and yet she found him intriguing. Rick was a little too slick, and there was something else. Dylan was nice, but Katie was pretty gone on him.
She had just turned on Blue Iris Lane when her phone rang. She pulled over and answered it. “Hi, this is Jessie.”
“Jessie, this Mrs. Bradley. My husband and I would like to meet with you on Saturday. The kids will be gone at lunch time. Would that work for you?”
“That would be great. I appreciate having a chance to talk with you both. I’ll see you Saturday at noon.”
How was she ever going to tell Gina’s parents that Gina was the one orchestrating all of this?
****
So many questions and very few answers. She changed into her running clothes and hit the path to the marina. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, I’m not a crazy person, really. She smiled . Your dead daughter is coming to me for help. Strange, you’ve got that right! No, please, don’t call the police. I’m actually sane. Jessie nodded at several other runners along the path. Running usually helped to clear her mind. She hoped in worked tonight.
There had to be a reason Matt wouldn’t tell her much about the murder. She had searched the public record and news articles earlier and hadn’t found much information. Something more was going on, and instinct told her to keep searching, for the second story beyond the story. How many layers would she find? One thing she knew for sure. This was not a simple murder case.
Chapter Five
It was the day of the concert, and Jessie hoped the day would go fast. No such luck. She waited for someone, anyone to stop by so she could ask questions about Gina, but there was no one. Not Melinda, not even Gina. She tapped her pencil on the desk to a catchy tune in her head. She doodled on her note pad and watched the clock. Lunch came, went, and still no one stopped by. She talked to Katie, cleaned out her files, and reorganized her drawers. Could there be a slower day? Her eyes glanced over and over at the slow moving hands on the clock. The silence in the building was almost maddening. Where was everyone today? Probably at the park already, but here she sat.
Finally, when it was almost five, she jumped out of her chair tidying the office. Another glance, it was five straight up and she was done. Jessie changed into her favorite jeans and T-shirt, locked the church, and walked out to her car. With the top down and tunes playing in the background, she made the turn onto Blue Cove Drive, around the curve. She passed the village shops, the cove and marina, and made the left turn toward the old town square.
It was hard to believe she had been here only a few weeks. All the strange incidents had completely taken her out of her normal routine. Telling Katie about Gina was a no-brainer. She needed to tell someone, and maybe Katie could help her make sense of it. If not, at least they could have a good laugh.
Making her way to the public parking across from the town square, she slipped her car into a parking space, put up the top, and locked it as she got out. With a couple of hours yet to go until the concert, a pretty large crowd had already gathered. The park was filled with activity, bringing a smile to her face as she crossed the street.
An animated volleyball game was in the works with intermittent cheers and high fives. On the other side of the park, a loud rowdy group of guys played flag football, punctuated by some colorful language and coarse remarks. So that’s what it would be
On the way home, she tried to figure out why Pastor Rick made her so uncomfortable. She couldn’t put her finger on the exact reason. The whole package just seemed to bother her, and for a moment there, she had a feeling he had wanted to ask her out. That was so not a good idea on so many levels.
What in the world was wrong with the men here? Matt was sort of a jerk, and yet she found him intriguing. Rick was a little too slick, and there was something else. Dylan was nice, but Katie was pretty gone on him.
She had just turned on Blue Iris Lane when her phone rang. She pulled over and answered it. “Hi, this is Jessie.”
“Jessie, this Mrs. Bradley. My husband and I would like to meet with you on Saturday. The kids will be gone at lunch time. Would that work for you?”
“That would be great. I appreciate having a chance to talk with you both. I’ll see you Saturday at noon.”
How was she ever going to tell Gina’s parents that Gina was the one orchestrating all of this?
****
So many questions and very few answers. She changed into her running clothes and hit the path to the marina. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, I’m not a crazy person, really. She smiled . Your dead daughter is coming to me for help. Strange, you’ve got that right! No, please, don’t call the police. I’m actually sane. Jessie nodded at several other runners along the path. Running usually helped to clear her mind. She hoped in worked tonight.
There had to be a reason Matt wouldn’t tell her much about the murder. She had searched the public record and news articles earlier and hadn’t found much information. Something more was going on, and instinct told her to keep searching, for the second story beyond the story. How many layers would she find? One thing she knew for sure. This was not a simple murder case.
Chapter Five
It was the day of the concert, and Jessie hoped the day would go fast. No such luck. She waited for someone, anyone to stop by so she could ask questions about Gina, but there was no one. Not Melinda, not even Gina. She tapped her pencil on the desk to a catchy tune in her head. She doodled on her note pad and watched the clock. Lunch came, went, and still no one stopped by. She talked to Katie, cleaned out her files, and reorganized her drawers. Could there be a slower day? Her eyes glanced over and over at the slow moving hands on the clock. The silence in the building was almost maddening. Where was everyone today? Probably at the park already, but here she sat.
Finally, when it was almost five, she jumped out of her chair tidying the office. Another glance, it was five straight up and she was done. Jessie changed into her favorite jeans and T-shirt, locked the church, and walked out to her car. With the top down and tunes playing in the background, she made the turn onto Blue Cove Drive, around the curve. She passed the village shops, the cove and marina, and made the left turn toward the old town square.
It was hard to believe she had been here only a few weeks. All the strange incidents had completely taken her out of her normal routine. Telling Katie about Gina was a no-brainer. She needed to tell someone, and maybe Katie could help her make sense of it. If not, at least they could have a good laugh.
Making her way to the public parking across from the town square, she slipped her car into a parking space, put up the top, and locked it as she got out. With a couple of hours yet to go until the concert, a pretty large crowd had already gathered. The park was filled with activity, bringing a smile to her face as she crossed the street.
An animated volleyball game was in the works with intermittent cheers and high fives. On the other side of the park, a loud rowdy group of guys played flag football, punctuated by some colorful language and coarse remarks. So that’s what it would be
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