Authors notes: My notes are getting shorter and shorter J Thanks again to the Cathys for editing and to Zap for posting and for everyone whos reading and enjoying.
Chapter 10: Unbelievable!
Jim nodded at Trixie, and said, "I believe my co-president would like to begin?"
"Thanks, Jim, I would. First of all, this may come as a surprise to some of you, but I think, and Jim agrees, that we should re-form the s of the Glen. I think weve been too long without each other, and forgotten what we once stood for. Were dedicated to being one big family and like any family, I guess, weve had some squabbles, but we need to remember that its all for one and one for all. Hallie, you were never an official member of our group, but its my hope that youll join us, officially. There are important things to discuss and I want to start fresh today. Not that I want to forget the past, but I hope that we can put aside our differences and work together like we once did. Theres a family in our community that needs help. I want to find out what happened to Molinson, and I think you would like to, also."
Trixie took a deep breath. So far, no one had bolted. "Im trying to arrange for some indefinite vacation time, as is Jim, so well be here in Sleepyside as a home base. I know that the rest of you have commitments, jobs, outside of this little town, but your support will be very important to me in the coming days."
The BWGs looked around at each other, amazed. Trixie looked at Jim, who nodded in encouragement. Dan looked slightly puzzled, Di looked excited, Brian and Mart looked resigned to the inevitable, Hallie had a closed off expression, and Honey wore no expression, just curiosity. "Well, any comment?"
"I have a comment!" stated Di. "Actually, its more like a combination request/comment."
"Go ahead," Trixie encouraged. In the old days, Di was shy about inputting her two cents worth.
"Well," she drawled. "I can stay with Mummy and Daddy as long as I want, or at least through the end of August. Ive been offered a small part on a new series prime time!" she added excitedly. "And guess what, Ive decided to accept! Itll be so great Im going to play a Federal Agent. They already shot the pilot, and the network has picked it up for at least 8 episodes as a mid-season replacement. So anyway, I can stay here and follow you and Honey and Hallie around, pick up the lingo a bit, and really help, I hope? If that wouldnt bother you?" she finished.
Trixie flushed, slightly embarrassed to think of Di trying to portray any of her mannerisms on TV. "Uh, I guess thats okay, Di, but you were a real contributor to our successes back in the old days. Dont you remember?"
"That was kid stuff," Di replied airily. "Now you gals really kick butt, and I need to shadow you, learn your real on-the-job mannerisms, figure out your lingo and stuff. Make it real. I really want this show to succeed. Its an hour-long drama. The work schedule is so much lighter than the soaps. Besides, I really needed to quit, to break away from Wives and Mistresses I was just getting typecast, you know?"
"Di, I think that is a wonderful opportunity for you Im all for it," said Jim. "That is, shadowing Trix, Honey and Hallie would be a good learning experience in some ways, but as Trix said, you do have personal knowledge about solving cases. Dont sell yourself short."
Di flashed Jim one of her killer smiles. After a thoughtful silence, Honey said, "Actually, Di, I might be in your boat. Temporarily unemployed. Ive given my notice at ATF, so I was planning on staying at Manor House through the summer until I decide what to do with my life." She turned to smile at her childhood friend. "So Trixie, I can be here to play detective with you. And help you in any way for this job, Diana," she added.
Mentally, Trixie breathed a sigh of relief. She may just win them all over to her idea, and she knew shed need them and that they all needed each other, even if they didnt know it yet. She felt, deep down, that the BWGs had drifted too far apart, and hoped that this case had other results besides finding Molinsons killer. Personal results.
Brian had been staring at Trixie silently, and was surprised by Honey giving up the ATF job. Finally, in a quiet voice, he said, "I may as well announce now that Ill be staying in Sleepyside, too. I talked to Dr. Ferris last night and its all set. Im a partner in his practice, and when he retires in two or three years, Ill have it free and clear. Hes not charging me a dime, so long as I keep up the free clinic on Tuesdays and agree to disagree with managed care when its detrimental to the patient."
Amid the chorus of congratulations, Brian found that Honey was staring at him silently, questions in her eyes.
Mart cleared his throat, "Attention, attention please! Id like to announce that I still must work in the city! Sorry and all that," he quipped in a faux-British accent. "However I do believe that I can arrange some flex time to be here when needed, and I do have weekends off, so I can wholeheartedly participate in some of the activities."
"Dan, Hallie, that leaves you two." Trixie said lightly, trying not to betray her feelings.
"Im not sure, Trixie," Dan admitted. "I mean, I have a lot of clients in the city who are depending on me, I really need to work, so Im not sure how much I can get away but I can always try for weekends at least."
"I hope this case doesnt take very long, actually," admitted Trixie. "I want to move ahead with my life, but I feel we owe it to the Molinsons. Hallie?"
Hallie had her head bent down, and when she lifted it, tears were streaming down her face. Trixie was at her side instantly. "Hallie, what is it?"
"Oh Trixie, dont you know? When I was a kid I wouldve given anything to be a real , even long-distance. Why do you think I moved to Sleepyside? I was always so jealous of you guys and all your activities. And now, its bittersweet, isnt it? For me to be a part of your legendary group after all this time and for this reason? Because the Chief got murdered."
Trixie hugged Hallie. Jim, sensing that the female emotions might get carried away, took control of the meeting to get it back on track, knowing that was the point. "So were all in it?"
Everyone nodded assent and said, "Yes."
"Well then, Trix, why dont you fill us in on what you found out this morning?"
"Okay, well then. I jogged to Sleepyside this morning and did a little reconnoiter at the PD this a.m." Trixie began.
"Wait, PD?" said a perplexed Di.
"Sorry, Police Department." Trixie clarified. "I wanted to know whatd been done regarding the Molinson case, what authority was handling the investigation. Looks like State police only have been called in on this one, nothing Federal at this point, though that may change. I talked to Spider at length. Hes been promoted to Chief in place of Molinson, and his brother Tad is now the Chief of Detectives. I also found that theyre trying to handle the investigation completely in-house, or with as little interference as possible. Spider said hed call when he needed my help."
"Tad?" Hallie questioned. "But I wouldve thought that Bob Dixon had more seniority?"
Trixie looked at Hallie. "Hmm, I dont know if Dixon got passed over, or turned it down. That may be something worth checking into. Meantime, Spider says no leads at all on the case. I cant believe they didnt find spent shells at the scene, but whoever it is must not be an amateur. Three shots, all in the victim," It was easier to think of him as just a victim and not someone she knew, thought Trixie.
"Theyve got the bullets out of the body, of course, and powder burns indicate it was a not a high-powered assault rifle, but we know that cop-killer bullets were used. Spiders trying to play it off as a random act, maybe to reassure the locals or the men, but Im suspicious of that. The thing is, how would someone know Molinson would be there that night?" Trixie looked at Hallie here, for some input. Hallie should know.
"I," Hallie gulped. Under the table, Dan squeezed her arm in reassurance, giving her the strength to continue. "I, almost anyone in town might have figured that out. It was my last patrol as a uni. I got my gold shield so I was finishing up that shift. I was supposed to start Monday in the detective unit. Tad was supposed to be my partner. Everyone knew. And everyone knows that Molinson likes to take the last ride with a uni whos been promoted. Sort of his farewell gesture or maybe his congratulatory gesture, to remind us that in a way, detectives, unis, vice, were all in it together."
"Im sorry, I dont get it. Whats a gold shield?" asked Brian. Di looked at him gratefully. She had no idea either.
"Gold shield," answered Honey, "thats what you get in a PD when youre promoted to detective. You take a test and then a month or so later, you find out. If you pass, youre assigned a gold shield. I didnt even know you were trying for it, Hal. Im impressed, congratulations. Arent you the first female detective on the squad?"
"I would be, or I am, I guess. That is, when they take me off administrative leave for trauma. Standard procedure, but Id feel better if I were at the station house, working, rather than sitting around waiting to be cleared for active duty."
"Have you even had to go to psych yet?" asked Honey. "Isnt that SOP?" Seeing the bewildered looks, she added, "Standard Operating Procedure."
"Yeah, my psych evals in ten days. So Im supposed to relax and take my mind off it. Thats a bit unlikely though." Hallie replied.
"I know its rough Hallie, but can you go over it again for us?" Jim asked gently.
"Yeah, sure. I mustve gotten my letter last Monday, saying that I had the shield. I was ecstatic, and most everyone was so happy for me. Not too much joking about being the lone female on the squad or anything. Molinson announced it at roll call, and that hed be my ride-along Friday night. Like I said, that was his tradition. I was working the 3 to 11 Friday, so he did too. You know, normally were alone in our rides. Sleepysides just not that big or dangerous to need two per car. Anyway, I was sort of dreading the shift, just because I was worried about doing something wrong. Molinson has a way of making you nervous."
"Dont I know it!" exclaimed Trixie.
Hallie continued, "But he was great, giving me advice, talking about old times and old cases. It was actually a lot of fun. About 9 or so, we stopped in Wimpys for a pee break and some shakes to take in the car. About 9:30, we got word of some suspicious activity on Louis Road. You know it?"
The BWGs knew it well, since it had been the site of some of their youthful adventures.
"Well, about halfway towards the dead end, the engine just sort of conks out. Id been having difficulties with my ride, but nothing like this. Id been driving before Wimpys, but the Chief had taken over there. He got out to check under the hood. I radioed our 10-20 into dispatch and then leaned down to pop the hood. You know how those darn police cars are, you really have to get underneath the steering column and fiddle to get to the hood release they think it deters battery theft. As I was leaning down, with one hand on the radio and the other grabbing for the release, I heard a shot. I know a gun shot when I hear it - I stayed down, and radioed it in. But, I couldnt see the Chief and I knew he was out there like a sitting duck." Hallie paused for a moment, taking a breath and gathering her strength. Dan smiled reassuringly at her.
"Two more shots popped pretty quickly. It was coming from my left, maybe up a little rise into the woods. I crawled across the seat, opened the passenger door and climbed out. Another unit mustve been close by, because I could hear the sirens already. I got out, and," Hallies breath hitched here as she struggled to maintain her composure, "Chief was lying on the ground, blood coming out of his chest, and " Tears were streaming down Hallies face. Dan put an arm around her and pulled her close, patting her back as she sobbed.
"He was wearing a vest?" Honey asked. Trixie nodded yes. This part was hard for her, too.
"Yes," she whispered. "I saw the photos the morgue took. It," Trixies face blanched, but she went on, knowing they had to hear it, "one hit the back of his head, it was ." Jim covered Trixies hand with his own larger, freckled one. He gave it a squeeze.
"Its okay, princess, I think they have the picture," he stated.
Mart really wanted to make a comment on the "princess" moniker, but he concentrated on the task at hand. "So whomever it was, knew that Molinson wore body armor, to use the cop-killers and go for a head shot just to make sure?" he asked.
"Seems likely," Honey agreed. "Which is scary. It means it was someone who knew Molinsons habits."
"Possibly," agreed Hallie, a little more calmly. "But theres no reason they couldnt have been trying to hit any officer and figured that we all wore body armor. I certainly wear my vest, and even for people who dont regularly, Friday nights are always a good time to have it on, even in the summer when its beastly hot. But the shot wasnt just lucky. Three shots fired, two into his chest and one in his head. In the dark thats a professional, because you can be sure Molinson was crouched down at some point."
"Is this a pattern of any sort? Any other recent killings that involve cops that we know of?" asked Dan.
"No, Im pretty sure not," Mart said.
Dan looked at him and said, "How can you be sure?"
"Dan-O, I work for a paper! One thing I can do is research on crime statistics and patterns. Our system probably rivals at least the Sleepyside PDs."
"So whats the next step, Trixie?" asked Brian.
"The next step, at this point, is to keep our eyes and ears open. Honey, well need any contacts at ATF you may have, to find out if any cop killer bullets are missing from known stores, or if any large movements of that type of ammo have been made. Hallie, just keep trying to remember anything you can about that night and if anyone has a grudge against you or Molinson. It sounds suspicious to me, like you were lured out there that night. Was there really something wrong with your ride? Ill try to nose around, and maybe you can too. Ill find out where the car is. Any recent prison releases or their family members whore ticked? Any high profile cases?"
"I can help with that too, go through any of my files from Sleepyside," offered Dan.
"I didnt know you practiced in town, Dan," Jim commented.
Hallie threw Dan a fulminating glance and said, "Yes, he defends all the well-connected criminals in town. High profile, lots of money, our boy Dan has turned into the Johnnie Cochran of Sleepyside."
Jim, sensing a little tension over the subject, let Hallies observations pass unremarked. "Dan, whatever you can muster up ethically, let us know. Mart, same thing, dig through those old newspaper files, what are they called? Graveyards?"
Mart nodded and said, "Morgues. Can do."
Trixie debated bringing up her bizarre letter, but decided to mention it to Jim and Honey later, to see what their spin was on it. "Say, Di, how bout doing a ride-along with me, Mad-Dog, and Hal? Well go up to Louis Road and check it out again."
"Mad-Dog?" inquired Dan in politely disbelieving tones. Honey blushed at this.
"Oops, let the cat out of the bag, did I, Maddy?" grinned Trixie. The BWGs, whod all been getting up to leave, sat back down.
"This I gotta hear," said Hallie.
"Me too!" exclaimed Di. Now this is the stuff that would help me stay in character, debutante by day, killer detective by night? she wondered. Almost like a superhero. She needed to think of a nickname for her TV character and make the writers work it in
" so thats how I got the nickname," Honey finished. "Most everyone just calls me Maddy at the Bureau, but occasionally the guys still call me Mad-Dog."
"Wait!" wailed Di, whod been mulling over her new TV character. "I missed the entire explanation! Can we go over it again? This would be so great for my character, Kat Kaylor. She could be, uh,"
"Kitty Kat?" suggested Mart.
Di gave him yet another dirty look, "No, Martin, I was thinking of Kick-ass Kat or Killer Kat Ill think of something."
"Tell you what, Di," said Honey cheerfully, "Ill tell you all about it on the way up to the garage to grab my car. Meet you up there, Trix. Come on, Hal." Honey marshaled her troops hoping to give her brother and best friend some more quality time alone. Initially, she was hurt by them not confiding in her, but she came to the realization that this was new for them too, so shed cut them some slack and grill them individually later. The air was practically sizzling between them, and she wanted to encourage that into something more permanent. Really, she worried about both of them, single so long youve been single all your life, too, missy, said the voice in her head. Yeah, but Ive had dates, serious boyfriends, and one nearly real relationship, thats more than Trixie she argued with the voice, but youve only taken one lover, and that was years ago, the voice argued back.
Chapter 11: Wouldnt It Be Nice?
"Wasnt that nice of Mad-Dog to give us a few minutes to ourselves?" Trixie teased Jim after the other men departed.
"She arranged this?"
"Men can be SO dense, I swear. Yes, your sister, Mad-Dog Wheeler, is practically pushing you into my arms, Jim," Trixie replied.
"Huh. Wow! Well, thats encouraging." Inside he was still reeling about Honeys nickname, Mad-Dog, and what shed done to earn that.
"So?" Trixie inquired. Seeing that Jim was lost in thought, she decided to pounce, calculating that she could be at the garage in two minutes at a dead run, and theyd probably not leave without her for 15, so 13 minutes, what to do? She pounced.
Meanwhile, Mart and Brian walked back to the farm. Dan walked through the woods to Maypennys cottage, where he stayed when he came to town. Mr. Maypenny was getting on in years, but still lived independently in his cottage. He had help now, with the two Delanoy kids assisting after school and weekends. Dan had a nice loft in Manhattan, but when he had work in Sleepyside, he liked to stay at the cottage with Maypenny. He said it was to save money but really, Dan wanted to make sure that Maypenny was getting what he needed.
Mart kicked a pebble in the path and finally voiced out loud his thoughts. "Jeez, Trixie and Jim. Do ya think its serious? I mean, when Bobby said it, I thought he might be teasing us, not about them having diner, but about the public display of affection Main Street, for crying out loud."
Brian was lost in his own thoughts of Maddy Wheeler. "Do you think I even have a chance with her?"
"What?" gaped Mart, "Her who? Trixie? Your sister?"
Brian, realizing what Mart had been talking about, said, "No you moe-ron not Trixie! Honey, Maddy, whatever shes calling herself. Do you think I have a chance?"
Mart was silent. Should he say what he knew? But he didnt know everything, so finally he said, "Well, Bri, Id say you had your chance with her, more than once. And, well, what you did to her was unforgivable. At least, for me, thats an unforgivable offense."
Marts probably right, he seems to know women, thought Brian. But still "So whatever happened with you?"
Mart looked at Brian uncomfortably. How had he found out? "Look, Brian, its not what youre thinking. It was just that one night, in Nebraska "
By this time, they were near the old barn that served as the Beldens detached garage. At Marts comments, Brian lost control. He grabbed Mart by the collar of his t-shirt and hauled him against the wall. "What do you MEAN It was just the one night? Are you saying you took advantage of Honey?"
Mart, barely breathing, was astonished. Obviously, hed miscalculated. Brian had never looked so pissed. Mart, being Mart, decided to risk a little more.
"No one takes advantage of Mad-Dog Wheeler, if you werent paying attention about a half hour ago to the story! And whats it to you? You dumped her for Charity and broke her heart. Honeys a free agent," oh what a great pun, he thought. But obviously under appreciated by my elder sibling who is now really cutting off my windpipe.
* * *"Thanks again for explaining your nickname, Honey. Or should I call you Mad-Dog from now on, to stay in character?" Di asked impishly. Honey smiled.
"Call me Honey its what I grew up with. When people say Maddy sometimes I look for my mother. Its really great, this TV series youve been telling us about. But what I really want to know is how did it feel to have Ricky Martin as your escort to the Daytime Emmys this year? Hes scrumptious. How do you know him?"
Di smiled. "Oh actually, I dont really know him. His handlers called and wanted to know if Id be his date. Hed been getting too much press with that teenage girl, with the big, uh, frontal lobes, so they wanted to diffuse it by him being seen with a more mature woman, and my coloring and his really go well together. We never even kissed."
Honey was bewildered by this kind of a date, and Hallie snorted, "His handlers? Sounds like hes a show dog."
"Have you been talking to Mart?" Di bristled.
"Well, I talk to Mart a lot, but what specifically?" asked Hallie.
"Hmm, good deflection of a direct question, Ill have to remember that when Im Kat Kaylor. But specifically, Hallie, I mean, has Mart said anything about me, or maybe the men I date?"
"Noooo," Hallie drawled. "But why would he? I mean, hes not anything to you, right? Other than a friend?"
"Right, just friends," commented Di, but a bit forlornly.
"You know Di, I saw Mart a few weeks ago, before all this, and he told me he was ready to settle down," Honey probed.
"Where did you see Mart? I thought you told me youd been outposted to Nebraska for some kinda Post Office inspection or something?" queried Di.
Honey chuckled. Di was so, well, Di! "I saw Mart in Nebraska he was there too. And I was working with some Postal Inspectors on an arms shipment that some idiot out in the stix tried to ship through the mail. The box broke open and guns fell out in the GMF floor, and to top it off, according to the bill of lading the idiot had on the outside, there were 10 pistols, but we only recovered eight which means two mayve walked off with Postal employees."
"GMF?" asked Hallie. "Youve lost me on that."
"I dont even know what ATF stands for, Hallie," admitted Di.
Honey explained, "Oh, I forget, acronyms are so, well part of our culture as an agent. Youll need to take notes, Di," she teased. "Anyway, GMF is Post Office lingo for general mail facility its where a lot of mail gets routed, like a hub, and ATF, my branch, is Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms."
Honey enthusiastically started to explain the US Postal system to Hallie and Di, but Di didnt want to be sidetracked. "Wait, what was Mart doing in Nebraska? Isnt that near Canada or something?
"Oh, well, thats top secret," Honey confided. "I could tell you, but "
"- then Id have to kill you," Trixie finished as she sneaked up behind Honey and goosed her. Honey gave a yelp, and Trixie said, "So whats top secret?"
Hallie looked at Trixies swollen lips and slightly rearranged clothing; she lifted a brow and said, "Not what youve been doing!"
Trixie tried to smooth her unruly curls and retorted, "Hey, one of us has to get a life! Though the National Enquirer certainly thinks you have one, Di."
"Sometimes I think thats who Mart works for," muttered Di. "But I still want to know whats going on between you and Mart, Honey." Di wasnt exactly sure where Mart worked all the time. Sometimes what he told her he did didnt jibe with where he said he was. She made a mental note to pick up some interrogation techniques and work them on the other BWGs to what they knew.
Trixie looked askance at Honey. Dang, shes supposed to be with Brian, not Mart. What the hecks going on here? Ill have to interrogate her later. But remembering the lifeline Honey threw her at the lake yesterday, she said out loud, "Time for gossip later, girls, lets go on out to Louis Road." Honeys relief was palpable the smack she gave Trixie on the arm said it all "were even".
Honey had borrowed the dark blue Lincoln from Tom really it was her parents car but the Delanoys used it since her family was rarely around. Hallie was in the front seat, and Honey could see Hal wringing her hands nervously. She reached over and patted Hallies arm. "Itll be fine, Hallie, Bob-White promise." Hallie gave Honey sort of a grimace smile. Hallie still looked pretty pale to Honey, and like shed lost some weight in the last few days. Hallie didnt need to lose weight at 59" she still only weighed about 150, mostly muscle. Her hair was still the silky black like Brians, Honey thought with a pang, though Hallie wore it shoulder length.
As they approached the turn for Louis, Honey said, "Okay Hal, tell us where to slow down."
Hallie looked out the window, and the car was just about to the end of the road before she said, "Here, I think."
Honey and Trixie got out of the car. They nosed around for a bit and finally Trixie went back to the passenger side and said "Did you pull all the way over?"
"Yes," said Hallie, "we had enough time to coast a bit before we had to stop, so Molinson steered it off road onto the shoulder."
Trixie and Honey checked out more of the shoulder it was flat, and not too wide. A lot of times, shoulders had ditches, but in this case, there wasnt much room between where the county mowed and the thick woods on either side of the road.
"Pretty much forces you to have the driver get out if you pull over, plus youd stay on the roadside of the car or be up to your knees in weeds," commented Trixie.
Neither Hallie nor Di had gotten out of the car, though Diana had her head leaning out the window to see what the two pros were doing and saying. "Im going to pull the car up exactly," Honey stated.
"Right," Trixie replied. That was the great thing about having Honey as her partner non-verbal communication. They both knew there werent any clues on the side of the road, so Trixie assumed Honeys plan was to re-enact the crime. She was right.
Trixie remained outside the car, while Honey pulled forward. Trix directed her up, following Hallies directions. Hallie really didnt want to get out of the car anyway, so this was perfect.
Trixie leaned into the car window again. "Okay, Hallie, the car has just conked out. Di, take Honeys place and pretend youre Molinson. Hallie, how long did you sit here arguing about what was wrong with the car before Molinson got out?"
Hallie closed her eyes and tried to think dispassionately about that night. Trixie pulled out her logbook to take notes, and noticed Honeyd done the same thing. Diana really wanted to ask about those cute little notebooks, but she decided to let Trixie be the director and shed ask later.
Finally, Hallie said, "Well, Im pretty sure I said Damn it! I hate this car and the Chief said, Just our luck, something would have to go wrong on Beldens last night its like a rule with your family. And I offered to go through the weeds to have a look but he said, No, radio in our 10-20 and Ill deal with the vehicle. Call for someone to tow us back in. So I leaned over to grab the radio, Molinson was outside the car making you know, those male car noises, and then suddenly, shots fired. So maybe four minutes? From the time we pulled over and the engine died before he got out."
Trixie digested this, while Honey said, "Okay, Di, get out of the car, and Hallie, you can stay in, but tell us what you think Molinson did." So Hallie directed Di out of the car; Di was an actress, by the second try, she had it down and Hallie was amazed, Di even copied Molinsons swagger.
"Okay, so now point us to where you think the bullets came from," suggested Trixie. Hallie pointed up a little way and to the left across the road. Louis Road wasnt really very wide at all, more like one and a half lanes, not even two full, so you could barely pass two cars going in the opposite directions. "Honey, lets assume we know the type of gun that shot these bullets, and the range needed unless it was a powerful rifle with a high-powered scope and the person had either excellent night vision or infrared goggles, he or she couldntve been too far away, right?"
Honey didnt really answer just a nod.
"Okay, Hal, Di, you stay with the car and I may give you the signal if I do, then I want you to wait a minute like youre coasting, then reenact the conversation, and then get out of the car everything were sure Molinson did."
Hallie and Di agreed. God, this is serious, Di thought. Not that it wasnt serious before, but this is real, this role Im playing now could really help solve the murder of someone I actually knew and liked. The two made small talk while Honey and Trixie crossed the road.
"So, whats going on with you and Dan, anyways, Hal? I could cut the tension with a knife."
Hallie was surprised that Di had noticed, but she guessed she shouldnt be actresses had to be good at reading people, she supposed. "Lets just say that Dan and I have agreed to disagree on certain matters."
"Mummy told me she thought that you two were pretty serious for awhile when you moved to Sleepyside after graduating from the Police Academy. She said lots of people saw you two together all the time and then poof it all sort of went away," Di added.
"Tell me about," said Hallie. "We were pretty serious I mean, as serious as you can get when one persons nearly 22 and the others 24. I guess it was the same old story we were young and when youre young it seems sometimes like your differences are insurmountable. Your disagreements turn into major life problems and you get so wrapped up in those little arguments, you forget even why you thought you lo liked the other person in the first place."
Di nodded and said, "Been there, done that myself. Youre right, you wish you could go back and change things sometimes. But I guess that maybe we just have to learn to accept people for what they are, even when its a potential life partner. Sometimes the things you hate the most are why you actually love the person." Both Hallie and Di reflected silently on this for awhile. Hallie looked out the window, and wiped some more tears from her eyes.
Life can really suck sometimes, she thought. Dan and I could have been married by now, maybe even have some kids, but I just couldnt get over his defense of Snipe Thompson on that rape charge, and he couldnt get over me wanting to stay in Sleepyside full-time and not move into the City. We were too young, and then we both grew up in a hurry, but by then it was too late.
Trixie and Honey traipsed through the woods, trying to keep the car in sight, but not getting too far away. "Any idea what were looking for?" queried Honey.
"Not really. I guess Im hoping the idiot would leave a big sign that says Im the killer, you can find me at Olyphants or something. I guess just tramped-down grass or shells or something. Maybe a spot .here, look!" Trixie exclaimed.
She and Honey had stumbled on to a sort of ragged path, branches broken, like someone had run through here recently. It seemed to be somewhat parallel to the road, but slightly diagonal. "Did Hallie say whether anyone even looked up here yet? I mean youd think they had, but " Honey knew that even the best of agents got flustered and upset when someone they knew was the victim. Maybe theyd overlooked this that night?
Trixie raised a brow, "Come on, its been almost a week. Friday night and now its Wednesday. Someone from the force shouldve been out here to have a look see. Lets follow the path."
Trixie and Honey wound through the woods until it looked like a place where someone may have squatted for awhile. "Hey, a Wimpys cup," Trixie exclaimed. Knowing better than to touch it, she asked Honey for a tissue.
Honey was one better, producing a plastic bag. Trixie hardly ever carried a purse, let alone one filled with field gear. Honey smiled, "Sorry, you know, habit," and she handed Trixie the tissue and bag.
"Not a smoker, but here long enough to drink something from Wimpys? Thats weird."
"Possible it doesnt belong to our guy, Trixie."
"True, but my instincts tell me it does. I mean, if our shooter was parked here, wouldnt he have kicked it out of his way?"
"Maybe he didnt notice it?" Honey offered. But she really was only playing Marts usual role of Doubting Thomas she too felt that this was significant and had been overlooked. Most of the area back here away from the road was debris-free. "Okay, so maybe we should find out what the other end of this beaten up path is, assuming that our guy either started or finished here?"
"Doubt it was finished we can barely see the car from here. If we know where the path ends, where our shooter was running to oh!" Trixie smacked her forehead, "If it was a snake "
"No snakes allowed here, Trixie!" Honey looked around, just to make sure one wasnt in the clearing.
"No, no, duh, you CANT see the car here but you can see Louis Road pretty clearly and you could get a shot if the car didnt coast too far. I mean you want it in the road and away from the intersection, but you wouldnt predict that they could steer it so far, that is if were assuming that someone jerked with the car and knew that Molinson and Hal would be on Louis Road."
"Because that person called in a fake disturbance." Honey said. Trixie was right, as usual. Honey further postulated, "But the shooter had to run from the original spot, where the Wimpys cup was, to another spot, because of the unexpected extra coasting."
Trixie nodded in agreement, "And mustve messed with the car, assuming that at the other end of this path, we could take a clear shot at Di as Molinson, and Molinson would actually have been twice the target that Diana presents," Trixie finished. "I think that you should go till the path ends and signal me, not the whistle though. Maybe Ill be able to see you."
Honey gingerly made her way back down the broken path, passing where she and Trixie had started from until the trail abruptly ended. She turned, she could still see Trixie, though barely, because of the dense woods. She waved, Trixie waved back.
Trixie shouted, "Stay there Honey!" and then she gave the whistle and took off running. Hallie and Diana heard the whistle, and began timing their replay moves. Just as Diana was getting out of the car, Trixie reached Honey at the paths end.
"Well," Trixie commented.
"I heartily concur, partner," replied Honey. "Although, one caveat, its gotta be someone in really good shape because you just made it as Di got out of the car."
"Youre right, so were getting a lot closer, arent we? Shall we run through it one more time? I wish we had one of the guys here theyre not at peak physical condition, so itd be interesting to compare one of them to Dis movements."
Before Honey could say anything, they heard another car come down Louis Road, one with a bad muffler. Trixie pulled out her weapon (she had it tucked into the back of her shorts which is why she kept her t-shirt untucked); Honey pulled hers out of her bag and they sprinted down to the car with Hallie and Di. The rusty junk pile pulled up right behind the Wheeler vehicle. Before the driver could emerge, Trixie and Honey had circled the car, guns blazing.
The windows were tinted. Trixie barked to the driver, "GET OUT SLOWLY, HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM." Honey, she noted, had backed her up by going to the passenger side. Trixie didnt dare glance at the other car. Hallie will know enough to keep herself and Di out of sight.
Authors note: Nearly there! Thanks, again, Cathys and especially Cathy B, my journalism instructor for taking a very rough article and making it realistic! And Cathy P for giggling at all the right moments!
Chapter 12: Outta My Dreams and Into My Car
The rusty door opened slowly, groaning a protest as it swung outward. Slow is good, Trixie reassured herself. Out came a cheap loafer and khaki pant leg, frayed at the cuff, then the other leg and finally, the whole quivering body of Paul Trent, the Sleepyside Suns self-proclaimed star reporter. On Honeys side, she had an equally unillustrious presence emerging town hoodlum Bull Thompson.
"What are you two doing here, Trent? This is a crime scene," Trixie asked tersely. She thought he would have been run out of town years ago.
"I might ask you the same question, Agent Belden," Trent replied with a sneer. "I dont believe your badge does you any good here. I think I should be asking you the questions. Why, I ought to file a citizens report, you pulling a weapon on me."
Bull Thompson smirked at Honey. She turned out good-lookin for a hoity-toity rich bitch, he thought. Shed probably have the time of her life with me. If I wanted to, I could have her just cuz she was some fancy pants agent she probably thought she could take him, but nobody, nobody, gets the better of Bull.
Bull certainly hasnt improved with age, thought Honey. She kept her service pistol trained right between his beady, close-set eyes. How disgusting, I can smell him from two feet away; his t-shirt is stained with dried-up food, and has a hole right near his protruding belly.
"Stick it, Trent. I have every right to pull my pistol on you. You come careening down the road, high rate of speed and screech to a stop behind a car carrying a police officer and you think youve got RIGHTS?"
Trent looked over, and for the first time noticed Hallie and Diana who had emerged from the car and stood near Trixie. "Well, hello Ms. Lynch," he said silkily. "Slumming with the Beldens?" That Diana Lynch was one hot babe Trent figured shed been dying to go out with him since high school. Diana merely lifted a brow, not deigning to answer.
"What are you doing here, Trent?" asked Hallie.
"Looking for clues as to whodunnit, Officer Belden. Or should I say Detective? Word on the street is that your last day as a uniform was Molinsons last day alive. So tell me, how does that make you feel?" Trent needled.
But before Trixie or even Hallie could react, shy Diana Lynch aimed a well-placed hiking boot right below the belt. Trent howled and doubled over, clutching his injured area. "Youre an ass, Trent, and dont forget it! Youre not fit to walk on the same sidewalk with the Beldens, or the Wheelers, and you should be banned from Sleepyside!" she added for good measure.
"Better drive him home and get him an ice pack, Bull," smirked Honey. "Cmon ladies, I think we can leave these two idiots here."
The girls got in the car, and Honey peeled out. Trent was now leaning against the front fender, hand still clutching himself, and moaning. Hallie turned to Di and said, "Well done, Di. If any of us had touched the weasel, hed be yelling police brutality."
"I dont know," commented Trixie, "I doubt he wants anyone to know that a girl laid him low." With that, they erupted into rather unprofessional giggles.
"Gawd, Ive always wanted to do that for real," said Di. "I mean, on TV, you just sort of pretend-aim there and you dont actually connect, but wow! that felt so powerful, just to rear back and SMACK." The other three snickered when trying to apprehend a male criminal, all three had done the same at least once. Evil, but true, Trixie thought, the easiest way to bring a man down, unless he was high.
"Well I doubt you need to imitate us for anything," Hallie drawled from the front seat.
"No, no! I have tons of questions, like do you always carry your rifles with you?" Di asked excitedly.
Honey winced, "Di, its a pistol semi-automatic. Rifles are like hunting guns, with a long barrel?"
"Right, right, so do you always carry your PISTOL?" Di emphasized the last word and then Hallie joked, "Bet Trents wishing he didnt have his right now." And the four women again howled with laughter.
"Hey, lets stop at Lytells and grab some fixings for dinner tonight. Whaddyathink? BWG cookout at Crabapple Farm?" Trixie asked. Everyone was keen on the idea, so Trixie borrowed Honeys cell phone and called home.
"Moms? Its Trix," she started, "Would it be okay if I invited the whole crew over for dinner? Were close to Lytells, so well pick up the food and do all the work, and you and Dad are invited. Yeah, Bobby too. No, well, if you want to make blueberry pie," Trixie met Honeys eyes in the rearview and Honey was shaking her head "yes" emphatically. "Okay, well see you in a few. No, an early dinner, what time is Dad home these days? Okay. Call Bobby and ask him." Trixie hung up the phone and passed it back to the front seat.
"Here I am planning supper and its only one oclock. Guess its because Im starved." Trixie said with a laugh, as Honey pulled into Lytells. Old Mr. Lytell was still behind the counter, but to everyones surprise, including Dianas, one of her twin sisters was working there.
"Jules?" asked Honey.
"Nope, its Kenny," said Diana.
Kendra Lynch smiled and said, "How can I help you guys?"
Trixie breathed in the air as she gathered up groceries it was still the same! Hardwood floors, horizontal freezer cases that you had to lean into, and old light fixtures hanging down from the tin-pressed ceiling. Man, I actually miss this place, and didnt even know it, she thought with amazement.
They piled all the groceries into the car, and Honey commented, "You know, all those times we just expected our parents or the cook to be able to feed the mob of us, with only a moments notice! We barely ever bought groceries, did we?"
The others nodded their heads. Hallie added, "Same with us in Idaho we thought nothing of calling mom after wed invited people over and expected not only that she had the food, and would cook it, but that we could afford it. Not that we were poor, but we fed the neighborhood once a week, I bet."
"Hey, if you dont mind, drop me off at Maypennys since were right close. Ill tell Dan hes invited and then walk up to the Farm later," Hallie said.
After Hallie got out of the car, Trixie hopped into the front. "Wonder what thats about," she said, turning sideways so she could look at both Honey and Diana.
Honey shrugged, but Diana explained about how serious Hallie and Dan apparently once were, and that she had urged Hallie to think about reconciliation, after all this time. "Wow," said Trixie, "thatd be great. They both deserve to be happy. Hey, dont you remember the spark between them before Hans and Julianas wedding?"
Di asked to be let out at the Lynch driveway, promising to come to the Farm by three-ish to help with preparations. Honey and Trixie were alone again. "So, Trix, why dont you spend the night at Manor House, itll be like old times and we can discuss the case."
Trixie blushed a fiery red. Tread lightly, here, Belden, she told herself. "Well I was planning on spending the night at Manor House, Honey. Um, actually, your brother asked me. I hope thats okay with you? We can all discuss the case."
Honey thought about this for a second, and remembered that she wanted her brother and her best friend to be happy, so she shouldnt be feeling any twinges of jealousy, But if I do, thats probably normal, she told herself. Out loud, she replied, "Trixie, great, Im sure we can discuss things and Jim may have some insight. What should we do about the Wimpys cup? I have some contacts in White Plains."
"I know some people in the city, Honey. Maybe we can run to town in the morning. Ill have something else, too. We need to talk privately," she finished as Honey turned into the driveway. She was just about to confide in Honey about the letter, when something at the Farm caught her attention.
Jim was waiting for them in the Crabapple Farm driveway. Honey had called from Lytells to update him on plans. Jim was leaning his 64" frame against a very tiny, silvery-blue BMW convertible with its top down.
God hes gorgeous, thought Trixie. His hair had retained its fiery, crisp redness, but any freckles had long since turned into an even tan. Wish my freckles would dissipate. Trixie couldnt wait to get him alone.
The two women jumped out of the Lincoln, and Jim walked over. "Nice car, Frayne," commented Trixie.
"I heard you liked convertible sports cars, new ones," Jim said with a grin.
"True enough. But I dont make enough money to afford that." Trixie decided to get closer for a better look. "Oh it is SO cool! Its just like the James Bond BMW, isnt it?"
Jim nodded. He was waiting for Trixie to put it all together, but she was busy leaning over the drivers door trying to fiddle with knobs and buttons. "Why dont you take it for a spin, Trixie," he asked.
Trixies eyes opened wide, and she shook her head no. "I couldnt. Id probably wreck it first thing and I would feel terrible. Besides, I need to get the groceries in."
Honey, picking up on what was so obviously going right over Trixies head, said, "Trixie, Ill get someone inside to help me, just take it for a quick spin, kay?" Honey was proud of her brother this was certainly a good wooing tactic, if he played it right.
Trixie was very, very tempted. She rode in limos or jogged alongside them all the time, but really driving a sports car and one like this Finally, with eyes shining, she said, "Okay, lets go for a five-minute spin."
Jim dangled the keys and Trixie grabbed them and hopped in. Jim scrunched in the passenger side, and Trixie thought, How impractical at least since Im short I can drive this in comfort!
Jim smiled as Trixie zoomed around the Lincoln and back down the driveway. He wondered if she noticed the cars color was the exact shade of blue as her eyes. Probably not, shes not that kind of vain girl youve been used to these last years, Jim thought to himself.
"You like it?" he asked indulgently.
Trixie nodded yes and zipped up Glen Road, past the Lynch driveway. She drove all the way to the outskirts of Sleepyside and then reluctantly turned around. "You are so lucky, Jim. This is way, way cool of a car. It hardly even has any miles on it," she commented as she read the odometer.
"Yeah, you could help me out by driving it around. I know you dont have wheels here and you should, since were working on a case. You cant jog everywhere, you know."
"How much?" Trixie asked. This was an expensive car.
"How much what?" asked Jim back.
"How much to rent it from you while Im here?"
Jim was stunned he wanted to give the car to her outright. Hed known, of course, that Trixie would balk at such an expensive and showy gift, yet hed still arranged for it early this morning, straight from the showroom, assuming hed be able to convince her. Hed been ready to face her protests but he never thought shed try to rent if from him! Luckily, he had a backup plan. "No, like I said, youd be doing ME a favor, I dont get to drive it enough in the city, and its the kind of car that should be driven. Just use it as much as you want while youre here."
"I dont know " Trixie hedged. She really, really would love to drive this car around for a few days, but something didnt exactly ring true. She couldnt even imagine Jim owning such a flashy car, but you dont know, hes changed, the voice inside said. Not that much, she countered the voice, hes still the same hard working, honest, sexy guy he always was, only better.
Jim gave her the puppy dog eyes, and Trixie finally said, "If youre sure?" Jim nodded his head again, and Trixie pulled back into the Belden driveway.
Chapter 13: When Somebody Loves You?
Mrs. Belden and the little boys were no where in sight. Honey moved as quickly as possible, putting groceries away, and then grabbed Mart by the arm and marched him out to the orchard. "What the hell happened to YOU?" she asked.
Somehow, between this mornings BWG meeting and now, Mart had acquired a very bruised eye, which was practically swollen shut, and some suspicious red marks on his throat. His t-shirt neck looked a little stretched out, too.
Mart sighed, "Well my orbital socket was smacked, as you can obviously see."
"By whom, Mart? I mean, I dont think your nephews could do that to you and you also have red marks on your throat, like someone was choking you."
Mart self-consciously touched that area. Yeah, still sore. What should I admit to? Probably the whole truth, shell find out anyways. "Um, my elder sibling and I seem to have had a slight misunderstanding over some things, like, whether or not someone else could see you, socially, and why he was so dog-in-the-mangerish about your life and preferences for which Belden men."
"Thats clear as mud, Mart," Honey replied. "What exactly did Brian think he had the right to comment on?"
"Er, well, I may have let it slip that you and I had seen each other in Lincoln and that we spent quite a significant of, uh, nocturnal hours together. That seemed to bother him," Mart confessed.
"And?" probed Honey. "You told him it was totally platonic?"
"Uh, no, actually, I let him smack me around a bit, which was not easy for me. I got in a punch or two, though, and then Moms came out and really freaked she blistered both our ears. Neither of us wanted to tell her what we were discussing and she told us both to go to our rooms. Luckily, since Bobbys gone, we dont have to share a room. I think Brian finally snuck out and went up to the Manor House, probably looking for you."
Honey figured if anyone could order two grown men to go to their rooms, it was "Moms" Belden. Maybe she could pay back Brian for his unforgivable offense all those years ago. She wasnt vengeful by nature, but behavior can be learned! "So you didnt tell him that there was nothing between us?"
"Are you kidding, Honey? I figured that if this could shock him into some kind of normal, human reaction, that it was a good thing. I mean, even from a distance, I could tell his marriage wasnt all he pretended it was and hes been reserved and quiet since getting home. I feel like these are questions he should be asking you, not me. And after all, I did sleep in your room," Mart added slyly, "so its not like I cant say that weve never slept together "
"Mart! Youre terrible, but I do appreciate you giving me the choice of what Brian knows. And Im sorry he tried to beat you up. Next time I see him, hell get a real piece of my mind!" Honey exclaimed.
Mart could hear Trixie calling Honeys name from the vicinity of the back porch, so they turned and walked back toward the house. "None of this to Trixie, now, okay?" he said.
Honey looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. He must forget what his sister is she wont be fooled for a second, she said to herself.
As Mart and Honey approached, Jim stood on the back steps with his arm around Trixie, and they looked like such an established couple that Marts own heart had a little twinge of jealousy. If only things could work out for me, he thought, but Di and I have been over this time and again.
"Mart, what happened?" gasped Trixie.
"Nothing, nothing," he tried to brush off her concern. This was Honeys business.
Trixie and Jim looked at Honey, who shrugged her shoulders as if to say "I cant explain."
They went into the kitchen where Mart said, "I need a beer. Anyone else?" Mart passed around the bottles and sat down at the table. Trixie figured she really needed to talk with Jim and Honey about the weird letter shed received. Just then, the front door opened.
Brian strode into the kitchen, and took one look at the assembled cast around the table and turned to walk up the stairs with nary a nod. Trixie had time to note that Brian also had a black eye, as well as a very swollen lip. She assumed that Brian and Mart had gotten into it, since Brian didnt even say "hello," but ignored Mart and by association, Trixie, Jim, and Honey.
Honey was ticked at his childish behavior. She jumped up from the table, "Ive had it with Brian Belden," she said angrily and turned to follow him up the stairs.
Trixie knew she couldnt miss this, so as soon as Honey made it to the top, Trixie crept up the stairs and sat at the second step from the top as Honey pounded on Brians bedroom door. When Trixie looked over her shoulder, it was to discover that Jim and Mart had followed.
"We dont want to miss anything, either," Jim whispered and gave Trixie a wink.
"Open this door Brian, or Ill just pick the lock," Honey shouted as she pounded on it. There was no reply from within. "I mean it! Better yet, Ill just kick the damn thing in if you dont grow up and let me in. We need to talk. I want an explanation for your cruddy behavior now and six years ago."
Jim, Trixie, and Mart sat quietly, clutching their beer bottles. There was no need to strain, Honey was shouting for all she was worth.
"NOW Belden and I mean it!"
After a pause, the door opened, and they could hear Brian saying, "Look, Honey, you can sleep with whomever you want. I dont give a damn, just dont bring that kind of behavior around my sons."
Trixie drew in a breath the nerve of her brother, she had half a mind to
CRACK! Honey walloped Brian across the face. "How DARE you preach to me, Brian Belden? You are the two-timingest low-down skunk I have ever had the misfortune to date. At least your younger brother manages to treat me with respect. And talk about two-timing? What about you? Whose wife walked in on us six years ago, screaming at me, calling me a slut? You never even told me youd gotten married," Honey yelled.
"I can explain all that Honey, but you wouldnt listen, you wouldnt even take my calls after that," Brian tried to interject.
But Honey was on a roll, with six years of pent-up anger boiling over. "She was pregnant, Brian! You had a pregnant wife and you slept with me, never even telling me or giving me a choice as to whether I wanted to be your, your mistress! You took what was supposed to be a beautiful experience for me and turned it into something cheap. To find out I waited all through college for you, and you couldnt even tell me you found someone else? What was I? A challenge? Easy?" Honey was so mad at this point, she could barely choke the words out.
On the stairs, Mart and Trixie each had a hold of one of Jims arms, silently urging him to stay seated, though every brotherly instinct in him was screaming to give Brian another black eye, and a broken bone or two. But Mart and Trixie both knew this had been coming for years, and Honey deserved to have her say.
Trixie was frankly aghast. She knew part of the story, that six years ago, Honey had gone out to Dallas, where Brian was finishing med school, to surprise him. But shed come back early and said things were over. Shortly afterwards, Brian announced to the family that he had eloped way back in early April with a woman named Charity, and that she was pregnant with Marty. She knew that was part of the reason Honey had been so upset, but shed never pried for details, so this was a bit more stunning than she expected. Trixie had only met Charity once, while passing through Dallas on assignment. After his marriage, Brian moved to St. Paul to work on his pediatric specialty, and they never came to Sleepyside. None of this sounds quite right, she thought to herself. Trixie had never really liked what she knew of Charity, and Moms and Dad never said anything, but it seemed that phone messages never got passed on to Brian, or he just never wanted to talk.
As Honey ended her tirade, Brian sat on the side of his old twin bed, with the weight of the past few years on his shoulders. He covered his eyes, rubbing them with his hands and then hung his head resignedly. "I dont expect you to understand the inexcusable, Honey. It was the worst time of my life. I was stressed out, I mean, finishing school and you came out to surprise me and you were the best thing in my life, my hope for the future. But I had screwed it up so badly, I couldnt tell you, then when we made love, it was like everything was right just for that moment. Suddenly, Charity came in, and I never got to explain, to tell you." Brian whispered.
"Brian, I was supposed to be your best friend your girlfriend, even if we hadnt seen each other in person in years! I sacrificed my social life for you, and this is how you repaid me?" Honey asked, in a much calmer voice. Something had gone wrong, and it had made her wary of forming relationships with men. She knew she needed to get past this so she could find someone else to love. Those should have been her children, not Charitys.
"How did you meet her, Brian?" Honey asked softly, sitting beside Brian on the bed. Yelling wouldnt make her feel that much better, and she really needed answers.
Trixie, Jim, and Mart couldnt hear any more, since the conversation had lowered to quiet tones and both participants were inside the room. Trixie shrugged resignedly and said, "Lets go downstairs and start fixing some potato salad so Moms wont think she has to do everything. Where is she, anyways?"
Back in the room, Brian was thinking over Honeys question, and decided to just tell her the whole sordid story. "I met her at a law school/med school Halloween party in October," he began. "I dont know what she was doing there, but my friends had convinced me I needed to loosen up a bit. I got pretty drunk, and the next thing I knew, we, you know, and were back at my apartment. Pretty soon, she started showing up after classes, bringing me dinner, tidying up for me, that sort of thing. And, we were still having sex. I didnt know how to get out of it, Honey. I had become this different person I didnt really respect myself or my choices, but staying in the relationship was the easy way out."
Brian stole his first glance at Honey since shed come to sit beside him, and he gained the courage to continue. "Okay, I admit, I thought I was getting a good deal I looked at it as sort of an exchange. I mean, she wanted to, you know, and in exchange she kind of tidied the place up and made my life easier. And I was lonely," he said. "I know that is a stupid reason to have sex with someone, but you and I, our letters were getting more infrequent and the phone calls almost non-existent, I just assumed you didnt care any more."
"Dont try to blame me, Brian! I was trying to get through college, too! Studying and classes for my double major wasnt easy. And when I called, you were always busy or studying you never had time for me, either, but I didnt turn to someone else. I thought this was just the sacrifice we were making so that we could be together later. How was I to know you werent thinking that?" Honey asked in a hurt tone.
"Its all my fault," Brian admitted miserably. "It was my first sexual relationship. I know, in retrospect, she was using me. She was always talking about how great a doctors life would be, how much money doctors made, how they had all the connections, but to be honest, I really didnt pay attention to her, either. She was just an extended fling for me, with no meaning. And then, one day I woke up and knew that I could break up with her, but she clung. It was really hard. Finally, in March she announced to me that she was pregnant. I was floored. She told me she was on birth control."
Honey snorted, "And you believed her? You werent using anything? Brian, thats dangerous to your health and you of all people should know that!"
"I have no excuses, just stupidity and hormones. She insisted that we get married, and lucky for her, her dads a Justice of the Peace," he said sarcastically.
"He married us, but I was too embarrassed to tell my family for months. Im the oldest, the responsible one, supposed to set an example, and I failed. And pretty soon, Charity realized that marriage to a med student isnt the same as having a prominent surgeon, like her mother, for your parent. I still had a residency to get through and wasnt making much money. But she spent every penny and more. When you came out to surprise me after your graduation in May, I actually forgot I was married. I know thats hard to believe, but when I opened the door and you were standing there, it was like the whole Charity thing was a bad dream."
Brian grabbed Honeys hands with his own. "I am so sorry about everything and I know that there is no way youll ever forgive me. It was stupid and wrong, so wrong to do what I did. I didnt know how to handle it. And when we, well it was nothing like with Charity, which made me realize that what I couldve had with you was a hundred, a thousand times better than a relationship started on lust and sustained on mistrust and guilt." Brians voice choked. For years he had wanted so badly to tell Honey how much she meant to him, and now that he had, it was like this.
There couldnt be a sorrier excuse for a man, Brian thought.
Honey didnt know what to think, but maybe Brian had just said he loved her. She knew Brian was telling the truth, but she wasnt sure she could ever accept and forget what had been a devastating event for her. "So how come you didnt divorce her?"
"At the time, I thought that wouldnt be a good idea, that I could stick it out. Be the first Belden to divorce? And there was Marty to consider. When I mentioned it the first time, she said shed end up with custody, that I was an adulterer and that youd be named as the other woman. I couldnt do that to you or my family, or have there be a chance that shed get custody."
"After we moved up to St. Paul, she started flirting with all my co-workers. Pretty soon, the rumors were flying and she was sleeping with my supervisor! What could I do about that? And taking Marty along with her for her sordid liaisons, or leaving him with a neighbor for hours. I had no proof of her relationship, but little things started to add up. When she told me she was pregnant the second time, I knew that it wasnt mine. We hadnt slept together in over a year. By then, I was ready to file for a divorce, and told her so. She pleaded with me to not do it, that she would stop the affair, but I knew it wasnt true. The neighbor woman was more of a mother to Marty than she ever was. And Charity was a high-risk pregnancy, so I caved in and let her stay. But I filed for divorce and made her sign custody of Marty to me. I wanted her to leave at once, after the baby was born, but she was like a parasitic disease - a clinger. She had no where to live and no respectable job skills."
Brian sighed. "Before I knew it, Benji was almost 18 months. I had almost forgotten that he wasnt my son. It seemed easier in some ways to keep Charity around since I could monitor her parenting. Then one day she was grocery shopping. I dont even know if she left the boys in the car, or had just put them in their seats, but as she was putting the groceries in the trunk, someone backed into her. She was pinned between the trunk and the back end of an Explorer. It almost seemed deliberate witnesses said the driver backed up and rammed her twice. Probably a drunk driver. She was crushed, killed."
Honey sat quietly while Brian finished his story. "Does anyone else know all this? Or about Benji?"
Brian shook his head no. "No, my name is on the birth certificate. No one will ever know, as far as Im concerned. I dont really mention her name to the boys and they dont seem to miss her. Theyve both been far too quiet since the accident, though. I was hoping a change of scenery, time here in Sleepyside will help them."
Honey digested all this information. Brian asked, "If you ever feel like you can forgive me, Id like to start over with us, a chance to be friends, at least? For our sake and everyone elses. Ive caused everyone way too much pain."
"Honestly, I feel badly for you, Brian, but also for me. I had such hopes and plans and to find out that Id just made love to someone elses husband while I was still in bed with him! That kind of trauma is not easily forgotten. It changed the course of my life. I was no longer content to be a small town shamus, I felt like Id been sheltered for far too long. I took chances, wanted to get out. Its why I joined the ATF, in a way, to break away from the "Honey Wheeler" everyone expected," Honey confessed.
Inwardly, Brian sighed. Its worse than I hoped for, but no less than I deserve. At least she didnt pull out her gun and shoot me, he thought humorlessly.
"I would like to try to be friends again, Brian. But it will take a bit of time. And I think holding all this inside cant be good for you. You may be surprised at the understanding you get from your friends and siblings. And just so you know, Mart and I are only friends. Shake?"
Instead of taking the hand Honey stuck out, Brian grabbed her for a hug, holding tight. Finally, Honey put her arms around him, too and they sat wordlessly for a few moments. Brian cleared his throat, and then said, "I guess I owe some apologies, huh?"
Honey nodded and they went down the stairs, both happy with the tentative step toward friendship.
Mart was nursing his black eye, holding an ice pack to it. When Brian came downstairs, Honey shrugged at Trixie behind him. Without saying anything, Trixie grabbed another ice pack out of the freezer and handed to Brian, pointing at a chair. Brian and Mart quietly made their peace with each other, and Honey walked over to the counter where Trixie was chopping chives and Jim was peeling potatoes.
Trixie couldnt stand the suspense. She supposed it was rude, but since both she and Honey spoke German, she asked in the foreign tongue, "Everything okay between you and my oldest brother?"
Honey replied in German, "I think so. He explained some things but I know it will take me some time. Id like to say I can forgive and forget instantly, but in reality its not going to happen overnight."
Jim had looked at them curiously, but since he didnt speak German, he went back to the potatoes. He knew hed get it out of one of them later. Brian was just holding the ice to his eye, which still throbbed after several hours. Mart, though, had angled his head when he heard the girls start talking. Its almost like he knows what were saying, thought Trixie.
Out loud, in German she said to Honey, "My twin is a monkey butt," trying to gauge his reaction, but if he understood, he was good. I must be imagining it, she thought, hed never let that pass.
"Honey, I really have something to tell you about, dont let me get distracted later," Trixie continued in German. She really needed to brainstorm with her about this weird letter. Mentally, she was calling the author a Mad Lurker because it was so strange, like this person had no idea what was really going on but was lurking around the fringes of the BWGs, trying to make trouble.
"About the case?" Honey asked.
Trixie shook her head, "I dont think so, its a weird letter I got. Dont want to tell the others just yet. We have enough on our plate."
Mart finally commented, "Its rude to talk in a foreign language in front of people."
"Maybe we didnt want you to know girl talk," said Trixie. Mart raised an eyebrow, and again Trixie was suspicious as to whether Mart spoke German. But why would he need it? Trixie learned it because she often dealt in counterfeiting cases in tandem with German authorities. It was like a second language to her; actually, she had quite a few second languages including Dutch, French, Spanish and Portuguese. And one of Honeys majors was languages, so she had German, Russian, Italian, French, and several Middle Eastern dialects.
The Belden parents arrived home, with their two grandsons in tow, and the BWGs took turns entertaining the boys and making dinner preparations. Di arrived at 3 and said she needed to go into the City the next day because they needed her for one last time on the set of her soap. Honey and Trixie said they were going to the City, too, so Jim arranged for a Wheeler International limo to come out the next day so they could all ride in together. He wanted to do some business at the office. While they discussed the plans, Mart bummed a ride, too, saying he wanted to visit his office as well.
Hallie and Dan had walked up, holding hands, to everyones delight. No one teased them like they had Trixie and Jim. Hallie and Dan were informed of the next days trip into the City, but Dan had a court case in White Plains the next day and Hallie didnt feel up to traipsing through the City. She offered to baby-sit Marty and Benji, since Brian would be working his first day as Dr. Ferris partner.
Dinner was a raucous affair. Bobby had arrived shortly after his father. There was a lot of shouting, passing food around, and general good humor. Everyone seems a lot happier, now that theyre all together again, thought Helen. I want them to stay this way.
After dessert, Trixie casually told Moms that she was spending the night at Manor House. Her mother accompanied her upstairs where she was putting together an overnight bag. Helen couldnt stand it any longer and said, "Trixie, dear, I know youre an adult, but do you think you should be spending the night up there?"
Trixie looked at her mother. "Moms, I used to spend the night there as much as here."
"But that was with Honey," said her mother, "and dont try to convince me that youve been staying in her room the last two nights."
Trixie blushed. How embarrassing! "Moms, Im 28, its a little past time for this kind of conversation. Dont worry about me."
Helen sighed. I at least had to say something, or my principles would suffer. "I know youre an adult and I shouldnt pry into your personal life, you know I just worry about you. I dont want your heart to get broken."
Meanwhile, Peter had asked Jim to show him the new BMW. "Did you buy this for Trixie?" Peter queried outright.
"Yes," Jim admitted, "but she thinks Im just loaning it to her."
"You know my little girls not one to be swayed by showy gifts or impressed by wealth."
"Yes sir," Jim said sheepishly. "Sir, maybe I should tell you, I love your daughter and want her to be happy. I hope shell be happy with me, as my wife someday. I cant help but give her things, expensive things. I know how she was raised, frugally, and I appreciate that about her. My own parents raised me that way, too."
Peter laughed, "Frugally is right! With four children, you cant be extravagant even if you do have money. I always preached to invest your money wisely. I just dont want to see her hurt, and you could hurt her badly. If you do, I wont be happy, Jim."
"I know that sir. I cant promise to never hurt her or make her mad, but, I do love her," Jim said.
Peter offered his hand, and they shook. "Trixie doesnt need to know about this conversation, Jim. It would just make her mad, seeing as she thinks she can take care of herself."
"I hate to contradict you, but I think she can take care of herself, with one hand tied behind her back. But I know what you mean, you want to look out for her. I feel the same way, and I know Ill never be as strong as you Im sure Ill spoil her hopelessly if given the chance." Jim concluded.
Chapter 14: New York, New York!
Later that evening, at Manor House, Trixie, Jim and Honey lounged around sipping beers and discussing the Mad Lurkers somewhat threatening note. "As a Secret Service Agent, Ive learned to take even the looniest threats seriously. Thing is, I cant figure out what his threat is." Trixie confided.
Honey and Jim were equally perplexed. "Well, I mean, I think we can say for certain that when this letter was sent, you didnt have a lover," Jim stated. "But this "first your brother" part confuses me. Which brother? And what was first?"
"No clue," admitted Trixie. "I guess I just wanted you to be aware, and well take it into the lab at the feebies tomorrow in the City. I know a guy there wholl do some work, no questions asked, or at least not too many."
"I feel like Di," sighed Jim. "Whats a feebie?"
Honey giggled, "Jim, youll have to catch up. Feebies are what we call FBI agents."
* * *In the morning, Trixie went out for her normal jog into Sleepyside. She didnt see anyone she knew in town, and when she got back to Manor House, Honey and Jim were eating breakfast in the kitchen. "Hey," she called. "Jim, we need to grab a USA Today, today. Its Thursday and I want to see where that Junk Food guys been lately."
Finally, Trixie noted that both Honey and Jim were stony-faced. "What did I say?" she asked.
"Oh Trix, I wish wed never met up with Paul Trent yesterday," Honey groaned.
A cold shiver went up Trixies back. "Let me see it," she said tersely. Jim silently handed Trixie the Sleepyside Sun. "Well, he got front page above the fold. Good for him." She began to read the article on the right column.
Former Lover Could Be Suspect In Police Chiefs Death
As Federal Agents Use Vigilante Tactics, PD Quiet On Investigation
By Paul Trent, reporter
SLEEPYSIDE (SSun) Although the Sleepyside Police Department remains quiet on its investigation into the July 28 death of Police Chief Wendell Molinson, insiders say they are looking at the incident as the result of a lovers quarrel.Demanding anonymity, a source inside the police department said recent tactics displayed by former-residents-turned-federal-agents point the finger of suspicion at a clear target. The source indicated one such federal agent, whom he called Sleepysides "own former junior detective." According to the source, the female agent was Molinsons lover.
"Oh, they were an item for years," the source said. "Even his wife knew about them. I never understood what Molinson saw in a freckle-faced teenage brat, but other than that, he was a great guy."
"Their relationship was stormy," he continued. "So when Molinson is murdered with cop-killer bullets, unheard of in our innocent little town, by the way, you start thinking who had motive to go after him and who can get their hands on those bullets? Ill tell you who the big-timers."
Longtime Sleepyside resident Eugene "Bull" Thompson recently experienced "big-time" tactics when held at gunpoint by the federal agent in question, as well as another former resident-turned-agent. The two were accompanied by a famous actress Thompson would not name.
"She tried to kill me when I suggested that the Police Department could handle its own investigations," Thompson said.
"Something should be done about these women. I dont want to mention any names, but everyone is probably familiar with their alleged crime-solving group. I think one of them may have done it, but like always, theyll scrape up evidence to pin it on somebody innocent. They did that to me once."
Police Chief Timothy "Spider" Webster would offer no comment for this story, other than "Were still investigating the Molinson death as a homicide."
The general opinion around town, though, is that this whole shooting might be the result of a lovers quarrel. How else and who else in this innocent little town would have access to the cop-killer bullets which were used to down a beloved officer?
"That jackass!" exclaimed Trixie. "At least hes learned a MINUTE thing or two about journalism enough to cover his butt! Please, general feeling anonymous insiders and Bull Thompson? Come ON! I have half a mind to let Di shoot off his wiener next time."
"Trixie, have you thought about the ramifications?" asked Jim quietly.
"Oh, god, Jeannie she doesnt really believe this, do you think?"
"You should call her or go see her, Trixie," advised Honey. "But I think you two are missing the bigger picture. Its Molinson, dont you get it?"
Realization dawned on Trixie, "OHMIGOD. Someone thinks that the Captain and I had an affair. The Mad Lurker seems to think I had a lover, and that it was Molinson?"
"Is the Mad Lurker Paul Trent?" Jim asked.
"Could be, but that just doesnt add up. It could be Bull Thompson, still angry after us putting him away any number of times." Honey mused. "But the part about your brother "
"Holy Cow!" Jim exclaimed. "Trixie, if I didnt know Brians wife died in a hit-and-run accident "
"But she did," Trixie said.
"Um, not really," Honey interjected. Both Trixie and Jim turned to look at her, amazed. "Brian told me that she was actually crushed by another car in a parking lot. But it was sort of hit-and- run, they never caught the other driver, he peeled away."
Trixie had never heard this, but she never really asked. Guess she didnt know all of her brothers secrets. "So it could be possible that this Lurker killed my sister-in-law?"
Honey nodded. "It seems like it."
"So someones after Beldens, or people who associate with Beldens."
"Maybe its someone after BWGs," Jim theorized. "Do you suppose anyone else has gotten a letter like this? Ill need to check with my secretary. She handles all my correspondence. Guess that moves us to the next step."
Jim looked at his watch and stood up. "Lets get ready, the car will be here shortly to take us to the City."
* * *
At the Lynch estate, Diana was eating breakfast with her father. She was the only one who ever got up that early, used to it from her early calls on the soap opera set. Harrison came in with a silver tray.
"This came for you this morning, Miss Diana. I found it when I went out to get the paper."
Diana looked at the envelope. Nothing but "Miss Diana Lynch" typed on a white envelope. She shrugged. Fans had tracked her down in grocery stores and on vacations, but never here in Sleepyside. She opened the envelope and gasped.
"What is it, Diana?" asked her father.
"Nothing, Daddy. I thought I saw a bug on my plate," she said with a fake smile. Inside was an article cut from the Sleepyside Sun, glued onto a sheet of notebook paper. "I think I need to call my agent before Jims car picks me up." Diana hurried to her bedroom.
She punched in the number to her publicists office. "Kelley? Its Diana Lynch. Listen, we may have a bit of a damage control situation," she began, and read Trents article out loud.
Kelley was ecstatic. "Diana! Really, this will be GREAT publicity for your upcoming series. Too bad he didnt use your name. I didnt know that you were involved with a group of real federal agents. This is perfect."
"Kelley, you dont understand. Hes making unsupported allegations about my friends. Do something about it. I want a press release issued and I want someone to start digging up some dirt on Paul Trent," Diana directed.
"But Diana," wheedled Kelley, "this will be so good for your career. And I want to get you set up with George Clooney. He needs a date to the MTV Movie awards," she added.
"No! I can get my own dates from now on, Kelley. Make this happen with the press release, today!"
"Okay, okay," Kelley acquiesced.
* * *
It was a quiet group in the Wheeler limo on the way to the city. Finally, Jim said, "Trixie, heres that junk food guys article you wanted to read."
"Thanks, sweetie," Trixie smiled and began to read aloud. "Valentinos Steals Your Heart by the Junk Food Junkie. I made an unscheduled stop in Lincoln, Nebraska. Id been hearing about this great pizza place for years. Pizza is one of my favorite foods, after burgers, fries and shakes, hey, he should come to Wimpys for those," Trixie ad-libbed. "so I thought Id stop in for a slice. This was a slice - a whole pie, in fact, of heaven. I tried the buffet one night, eating until I almost burst. The pizzas trademark secret is apparently beer in the mix. I tried to get my waitress to reveal all, but her lips were sealed " Trixie trailed off and looked around the limo.
Jim was politely interested, Honey was staring out the window, chewing her lip. Diana was staring at Mart, and Mart was pretending to be asleep. The light bulb clicked on. "Honey, werent you in Lincoln, Nebraska a few weeks ago? Something about an arms shipment through the PO?" asked Trixie.
"Yeah, actually, I ate at Vals its a rule the city imposes or something. It was pretty darn good, too. So if you ever get to Nebraska," Honey started, trying to distract Trixie.
But Trixie wasnt stupid about putting together such obvious clues. "My own brother? Mart Belden? I mean, I knew you loved food, Martin. And I know that you love big words, and that you majored in journalism, but you said you were editing at the paper, not writing!"
Mart was still cowardly hiding behind fake sleep. Trixie leaned over and pinched the inside of his thigh. "Ouch!" he yelped.
"You werent sleeping, twin, so quit evading."
He glowered. He still hated to be called her twin.
"Hey, theres even a precedent, isnt there, Miss Lonelyheart?" teased Jim.
"Come on you guys, Im supposed to be anonymous. Cant you leave me alone? Its no big deal," Mart pleaded.
But Trixies bloodhound instinct was on. "Honey figured it out when she saw you in Lincoln, right?" Honey nodded yes. "But Diana, how come youre not surprised?"
Diana looked at Mart straight in the eye. "Because its part of Marts and my on-going disagreement and why even though weve gone round and round about marriage, it will never work until he gives up his world-wide gallivanting to EAT!" Diana didnt want to talk about the other things, the other reasons they werent together when by law and nature, they should be.
Jim was sitting across from Trixie, facing her, and saw her jaw drop. He gave her ankle a little kick. She took the hint and let the subject go. In a few minutes, they were already in front of the Wheeler Building, where Jim was getting out. "Lets meet for lunch at Tavern on the Green?" he asked as he leaned back into the open car door and gave Trixie a peck on the cheek.
"Um, how about Hard Rock Café?" countered Mart. "I could do with some research food," he admitted. "Ive been slacking all week."
"Hard Rock it is then. One oclock?" Jim shut the car door and made his way into his building.
"I cant, I need to be on the set all day," said Diana mournfully. She was next the driver dropped her off in front of the studio doors. "Ill just take the train back."
"Diana, Ill come wait and take the train back with
you," Mart said.
Diana gave him a smile and said, "Okay, Ill tell the guard to let you through,
thanks."
The last stop was the Federal Building, where there was an FBI office and lab. "Mr. Frayne told me to wait for you, so Ill just look for a spot," said the driver.
Kind-hearted Honey told him, "Well be at least an hour. Why dont you grab a coffee somewhere and if we get done early, well walk around a bit."
Trixie and Honey checked their weapons with the security officer at the door. "Well get these back, right?" joked Trixie. The officer smiled and said, "Maybe Ill trade it for a lunch date?"
"Sorry, shes taken," interjected Honey. The officers smile fell, but he waved them through. The security man had taken their names and cleared them through to the third floor of the building.
The trio waited at the receptionists desk out front, making casual conversation. From behind them, they heard, "Agent Belden! Welcome back!"
Trixie turned with a bemused smile on her face. She never forgot people, but she knew shed never met this man before. He was tall, and had straight dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She stepped forward and stuck out her hand, "Hello. Actually, Im sorry, I didnt know weve met? I know Fitz Murphy, though."
"Right, right," the agent said. Hed miscalculated, a costly mistake in his line of work. "Youre right, we havent met, Ive just heard about you. Im Tony Welte."
Trixie took charge, "Im Trixie Belden, Secret Service, this is my brother Mart Belden, hes along for the ride, and this is Maddy Wheeler, ATF."
"Maddy Wheeler? The Mad-Dog Wheeler?" asked Welte excitedly.
"Uh, yes," Honey replied.
Welte pumped her hand enthusiastically, "What an honor to meet you in person. The guys will never believe it. Youll have to meet some of them. Lets go back to my office to talk privately. Mad-Dog Wheeler, here. Wow."
Welte kept hold of Honeys arm, escorting her to his office area in the back, while Trixie and Mart followed. Murphy was supposed to arrange for them to borrow some lab personnel for a bit, so this must be him.
Welte seated Honey in the guest chair, and himself behind the desk, leaving Trixie and Mart standing. Seeing as Honey had all his attention, Trixie nudged her, and Honey began telling the story.
Finally she concluded by pulling out the Wimpys cup and Trixies Mad Lurker letter.
Welte made some clucking noises as he looked at the two pieces of evidence. "Yeah, our lab boys can take a look-see at these. Id be willing to bet that theres no prints on the cup. But we can probably separate the newsprint from the notebook paper, and try to analyze the fibers, see what we can find out. Can you give me an hour or so?" he asked.
Honey nodded yes. "Well walk around a bit. We havent been in New York together for awhile." Honey gave Welte her pager number, and then she, Mart, and Trixie left the building. They stopped and retrieved their weapons from the security officer at the front.
As they walked around outside, they discussed the case. "Im inclined to agree with Welte, that there wont be prints on the Wimpys cup. What we need to find out from Hallie is, was anyone she knew at Wimpys that night during the time they were there. Someone was there watching them," theorized Mart, "and maybe disabled the car."
Trixie was amazed at Marts grasp, although he always was a big help in the past, he
seemed to have developed more mystery instincts. But she had to point out the
flaw in his thinking, "Mart, Hallie probably knew most everyone in Wimpys!
Remember, were from a small town, so between her and the Captain, they could name
everyone in there. Or if Mike was in that night."
Trixie knew that Mike, the long-time Wimpys owner and counterman, had officially retired, but he could still usually be found holding down a booth and giving his son Mikey a hard time or a hand, depending on business.
"But you are right, Mart," Honey added hastily, "it may be important to find out just who was there that evening, and who might have a grudge against either your family or the BWGs."
Mart had been surprised when Honey pulled out the "Mad Lurker" letter for Welte. Previously, Trixie had explained to the male BWGs how the women had re-enacted Molinsons final moments, and her theory that the shooter had to change position to get a clear shot. Mart had done a little reconnaissance on his own, after the women, and had to say theyd done a thorough job. The cup was the only thing left behind at the scene.
"Thing is, someone has to have access to those armor-piercing bullets. I wonder what Dans finding out about our leading citizens of Sleepyside," commented Trixie. "I thought that the average person wouldnt be able to get their hands on that ammo."
"It is illegal," agreed Honey. "But so is shooting a cop. I guess that probably anyone could have gotten the bullets, realistically. I still dont get the part about your brother, though. We should get a copy of Charitys autopsy or the Police report. Mart, anything we should know about you?"
Mart flushed a bit guiltily, and said, "No. You found out my big secret Im the anonymous Junk Food Junkie. Moms and Dad dont even know. Just you guys, Jim, and Diana."
Mart expounded on his work for a little while, until Trixie said, "Ugh, Mart, youre making me hungry. Its been almost an hour, should we go back?"
"He said hed beep my pager," Honey reminded them.
They found a coffee shop and headed inside for drinks and to sit down. They waved to the limo driver, who had found the same shop, but didnt sit with him.
Trixie finally said, "If Welte cant come up with anything concrete, I think we have to start wondering who would benefit from Molinsons death? And who might think that I was his lover?"
"Dixon," Honey mused, "mightve thought that he could eliminate Molinson and become Chief of Detectives."
"Improbable," disagreed Mart. "Dixon might have wanted to become Chief of Detectives, but would you kill for that? Obviously, there was no guarantee that he would be, and he didnt get it. And its not like a prestigious job or something. Plus, I never heard of the guy, so he must be new he wouldn't really know the BWGs."
"But then your theory would make Spider a prime suspect!" exclaimed Honey. Since the consensus was that was impossible, they drifted onto other topics until Honeys beeper went off. She picked up her cell phone and dialed in the number. "Yeah, well be right there," Trixie and Mart heard her say.
"Time to move, Weltes got some information for us."