Murder has Secrets, chapter 3
Chapter 3
I make my way over to Tré, Adie and Mike who has now joined the party. They had navigated their way to an unoccupied bench. They look up at me expectantly when I come to a halt in front of them.
"We've got a description of a possible suspect," I say trying to comfort them. Then, seeing it didn't work, I add, "I'm going to solve this guys, I promise."
"Gee, that's reassuring," says Adie sarcastically, "as I recall you almost never keep your word."
That's when the anger part of my grief kicked in.
"Look, Adie. I've known Billie longer than all three of you. If it wasn't for me, you two would never of met, and he wouldn't have started to play guitar if I hadn't helped him to do it. He's the one that first jumped in to cover... to clean up messes I had made." I lower my voice so only the three of them could hear. "If it wasn't for Billie I would be living in some country, fearing everyday that someone would come and arrest me. So while you three sit around and feel sorry for yourselves, I'll be doing all I can to catch the bitch that did this."
"Scarlett, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Adie says apologetically.
"Yes you did, Adrienne. And it'll take a lot more than that for me to forgive you," I walk away calling behind me, "Mike, Tré I need to talk to you."
They exchange quizzical looks and follow me to my car.
I look at them both, wishing they would stop looking at me with puppy dog eyes (they only ever do that when I get mad).
"I'm not taking what happened today lightly. No one is. But I think that you should both have bodyguards and try not to be home alone very often, if ever. It's very likely the murderer wants all three of you dead." Their eyes have gotten larger now, but because of fear. "If either of you need a ride, I'd be more than happy... " I say indicating to my car.
"I'll take it," says Tré, moving towards the door, "I don't feel like walking home now." He gives me an evil look.
"Mike?" I ask.
"No, I've got my car. Plus I'd like to check on Adie before I leave."
"Suit yourself," I say and climb into my dark green cruiser, "see ya around."
* * *
During the car ride, we were mostly silent, with a few random comments that went nowhere.
"She really was sorry, you know," says Tré.
"Who, Adie? Ya I know. She was doing the wrinkly chin thing. I just couldn't forgive her, what she said really stung."
"She's still in shock because of Billie. We all are."
"It doesn't matter, she knew what she was saying."
Silence again. I knew the next subject would be one I've been avoiding for eleven years. As Tré takes a breath I brace myself for what's about to come.
"You almost said something really stupid back there you know. Good thing you stopped yourself."
"Good thing I'm driving or I'd smash your face in," I retort.
"Seriously Scarlett, you could've blown everything Billie worked so hard to get for you in one sentence. That place was crawling with cops."
"I'm one too Tré, don't forget that. Besides, I was one of the best and I have papers and alibis and backups and everything else worked out incase the cops ever knock on my door."
I make my way over to Tré, Adie and Mike who has now joined the party. They had navigated their way to an unoccupied bench. They look up at me expectantly when I come to a halt in front of them.
"We've got a description of a possible suspect," I say trying to comfort them. Then, seeing it didn't work, I add, "I'm going to solve this guys, I promise."
"Gee, that's reassuring," says Adie sarcastically, "as I recall you almost never keep your word."
That's when the anger part of my grief kicked in.
"Look, Adie. I've known Billie longer than all three of you. If it wasn't for me, you two would never of met, and he wouldn't have started to play guitar if I hadn't helped him to do it. He's the one that first jumped in to cover... to clean up messes I had made." I lower my voice so only the three of them could hear. "If it wasn't for Billie I would be living in some country, fearing everyday that someone would come and arrest me. So while you three sit around and feel sorry for yourselves, I'll be doing all I can to catch the bitch that did this."
"Scarlett, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Adie says apologetically.
"Yes you did, Adrienne. And it'll take a lot more than that for me to forgive you," I walk away calling behind me, "Mike, Tré I need to talk to you."
They exchange quizzical looks and follow me to my car.
I look at them both, wishing they would stop looking at me with puppy dog eyes (they only ever do that when I get mad).
"I'm not taking what happened today lightly. No one is. But I think that you should both have bodyguards and try not to be home alone very often, if ever. It's very likely the murderer wants all three of you dead." Their eyes have gotten larger now, but because of fear. "If either of you need a ride, I'd be more than happy... " I say indicating to my car.
"I'll take it," says Tré, moving towards the door, "I don't feel like walking home now." He gives me an evil look.
"Mike?" I ask.
"No, I've got my car. Plus I'd like to check on Adie before I leave."
"Suit yourself," I say and climb into my dark green cruiser, "see ya around."
* * *
During the car ride, we were mostly silent, with a few random comments that went nowhere.
"She really was sorry, you know," says Tré.
"Who, Adie? Ya I know. She was doing the wrinkly chin thing. I just couldn't forgive her, what she said really stung."
"She's still in shock because of Billie. We all are."
"It doesn't matter, she knew what she was saying."
Silence again. I knew the next subject would be one I've been avoiding for eleven years. As Tré takes a breath I brace myself for what's about to come.
"You almost said something really stupid back there you know. Good thing you stopped yourself."
"Good thing I'm driving or I'd smash your face in," I retort.
"Seriously Scarlett, you could've blown everything Billie worked so hard to get for you in one sentence. That place was crawling with cops."
"I'm one too Tré, don't forget that. Besides, I was one of the best and I have papers and alibis and backups and everything else worked out incase the cops ever knock on my door."
