"Well, Sheriff Rogers seems very nice. In fact, we met yesterday at the shooting range but didn't know each other, so you can imagine the surprise today, for both of us," Ronnie chortled."I'll bet you had to do a double take, right?" Marie dipped a piece of buttered bread into her stew."I sure did and so did he. He's very handsome." Ronnie covered her mouth and chuckled. Then told Marie she'd have her own office and would be working as a partner with the sheriff for now.Marie's eyes sparkled. "Yes, a very handsome man, and extremely dedicated to his job. You don't see him out on dates or running around with women. He works too hard and doesn't take the time to have fun.""That's too bad. Maybe he had a bad breakup or something and has sworn off women. I know people who do that. And what's up with his dog? If it weren't for the sheriff grabbing him, it would have attacked me.""That dog is very loving and takes after his owner." Marie slurped some broth from her spoon."I
"Well, you should be thankful I'm here, I am a guest after all, and like I said, I only need a place to sleep. I eat at Rosie's most of the time.""Who's Rosie?" Ronnie asked and then wished she hadn't. She sounded like a jealous girlfriend."You haven't been to Rosie's Diner yet?" She shook her head, and he continued. "I can't believe it. It's where all the happenings are that make Saddle Creek such a great small town.""That's all well and good, but why are you raiding the fridge in my kitchen, in the middle of the night, and in your bathrobe, to boot?""I'm hungry, I couldn't sleep, and the stew smelled so good when I came in, I helped myself. Sometimes I don't get to eat, so Marie and Aunt Sally always welcomed me to the leftovers. Even if I only wanted a snack." He overlapped each side of his robe across his lap. Then he picked up his fork and stabbed at a piece of meat.Ronnie didn't move but simply shook her head. He was a paying guest helping himself to leftovers in t
Ronnie woke at daybreak after a restless night. She yawned. Only a couple of days before actually starting work; she'd have to put the time to good use. The books would get a thorough review. The need to understand how the place operated weighed heavily on her.Dressed in jeans and a layered tee and sweatshirt, she headed to the kitchen. Fresh coffee smelled wonderful. When she rounded the corner, a man sat at the breakfast table chatting with Marie. A few more steps, and Mitch came into sight. Their conversation halted. Marie quickly stood and pushed her chair under the table."What would you like for breakfast, Ronnie? I can make just about anything." Marie ran her hands along the front of her apron, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles."Good morning, Ronnie." Mitch slurped his coffee."Morning to you both. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." She moved to the coffee bar and helped herself to a huge mug then chose a fresh muffin and returned to the table."We were talking abou
After a few chuckles, Elliott said, "I think we all know where Miami is located on a map, but what we don't understand is why anyone would live there. It's hotter than hell in the summer, hurricanes and monsoons, and full of tourists in the winter. This is God's country. The way it's supposed to be with four seasons, beautiful scenery and wildlife, and, fun for everyone, right, Dillon? You agree with me, don't you?"Directing her gaze to Dillon, she saw a glimpse of pain in his eyes before he lifted them to her face. "I sure do, Ell. This is God's country. It's beautiful here, especially when viewed from a motorcycle." His eyes stared at Chase, one on one.Chase waved his hand in front of Dillon. "Now, you know I'll disagree with you there. I think it's a much better view from the backside of a horse, but I'm sure Mitch would disagree with me since he avoids horses like the plague. Ever since his big bronc wreck, right, Mitch?""Geesh, why don't you just tell her everything about
Ronnie entered the office. Clutter, clutter, everywhere. It didn't appear anything had changed in this room since her aunt's passing two months ago. And she wondered why. Was Marie not allowed in the office? Were there important documents lying around Marie couldn't or shouldn't see? What about the other guests? It would be easy enough for any one of them to access this room during the night and search for anything at their leisure. The door was wide open. But what would they be searching for? Her mind was running away with her. Stop. Slow down. One thing at a time.First, she really wanted to see the bank balance and pay any bills right away. She didn't want any utilities turned off for the few guests they did have. The large black leather chair behind the huge mahogany desk was comfortable enough but only for so long. Ronnie spent the better part of the afternoon sitting on the floor, inspecting files in the drawer. And still no bank records.Since there wasn't a paper bank regis
After reading it three or four times, she still had no idea what the hell Aunt Sally was talking about, let alone what she'd done illegally. Ronnie put the letter in the waistband of her pants for her eyes only to read at another time. She could at least given me the user ID and password to the bank account. That would have been a bigger help right now than the stupid letter I found by accident. What clandestine activity or crimes could she have committed? And where is the cell she mentioned?A remaining stack of unopened mail sat to her right on the desk. May as well get started on that while I try and figure out what the letter really said, she thought. She turned the stack of envelopes over and ran a letter opener across each one then turned the pile back over. The first few she opened were bills; she put them aside to pay; some advertising media, a thank you from a recent visitor, and a letter from the attorney in Miami. What? She checked the return address twice. Yes, the same a
On the very top of the first page the word Income was printed in caps on the left side. On the next row, three columns were labeled across the top: Date, Amount, and From. Under each Date column were dates beginning from over a year ago, the Amount list was of large dollar amounts, and the From column simply had one name filling the page, "Parker." The right page was labeled Expenses written in all caps and had four columns identified: Vendors, Work Done, Date, and Amount. Ronnie skimmed the page of fixtures and renovations. The last one of kitchen and master bath granite was about six months ago. The last income was dated three days before Aunt Sally died.How did Aunt Sally die exactly? The medical examiner who performed the autopsy had listed the cause of death as heart failure. When Aunt Sally called or visited, she always looked healthy and happy. And she was the baby of the family, younger than her father and her uncle Richard who had died when he was only fifty-three years old
Marie soon joined her. "Saying goodbye is always the hardest," Marie said. Janelle seems very nice and Carter is enamored with her. I want what's best for them both.""Yes, they seem like a very nice couple."Marie chuckled. "I'm going to see what's on TV. There're a couple of shows I like that I think are on tonight. Want to join me? It's only for an hour or so. Might take your mind off whatever is troubling you."Ronnie, not ready to be alone in her room to ponder her aunt's possibly illegal actions, nodded. "Sure. I'll take you up on that. Actually, I don't have much time for TV, so this will be a treat.""Oh, and by the way, when's your day off?" Ronnie asked."I don't need a specific day off. I live here and take care of this place. This is my life, and I love it. I take naps when I want to or need to, I get groceries, I shop. I have everything I need.""Do you have a special man? Do you date?" Ronnie asked.Marie's eyes about popped out of her head. "No, no, no. I d