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Authors: Barbara Colley

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He flipped on the overhead light. “Mother! Didn’t you hear us? Are you okay?”
Charlotte raised both hands. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”
“My, God, Mother, what happened to you?”
“Auntie, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t use the Lord’s name like that, Hank.”
“Mother!”
Both of them kept staring at her strangely, and the longer they stared, the more uncomfortable Charlotte became. It was when she reached up and self-consciously smoothed back her hair that she recalled the earlier image of herself in the rearview mirror. No wonder they were staring as if she were some kind of weirdo.
Charlotte suddenly giggled. The more she thought about it, the funnier it became, and she began to laugh. When Hank and Judith frowned at the same time, it was almost as if they had coordinated their responses. Their worried looks only made matters worse, and Charlotte laughed even harder.
She was laughing so hard that her sides were beginning to hurt. Within reason she knew that her uncontrolled response was hysterical laughter, simply a release from all the tension of the evening, combined with exhaustion, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Hank and Judith both rushed over to her. With Judith hovering close by, Hank felt her forehead. When he grabbed her wrist and tried to take her pulse, Charlotte was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I’m okay, son,” she sputtered. “I promise that I’m okay.” She waved him away. “Just give me a minute and I’ll explain.
“I’ll get her some water,” Judith offered.
When Hank nodded, Judith rushed off toward the kitchen.
As Hank continued staring at her, Charlotte tried to get control of herself, but the serious expression on his face brought on a new burst of laughter.
He knelt down beside the chair and took her hands in his. “Mom, you need to calm down,” he said gently.
It was the genuine concern in his tone as well as the tender way he held her hands that finally sobered her.
Judith returned with the water and handed it to Hank. “Here, Mom, drink this,” he told her.
To humor him, she took the glass and drank a sip. Surprisingly, the water tasted good to her, and realizing just how thirsty she was, she drank it all.
“Better now?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded. “Let’s sit over there.” She motioned toward the sofa and chairs in the living room. Hank and Judith sat on the sofa, and Charlotte sat across from them in a chair.
“I’m sorry you were worried tonight,” she said. “Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate your concern—I think it’s really aweet.” She centered her gaze on her son. “But I’m not an old woman who needs to be constantly checked on. Not yet, anyway.”
Hank’s mouth was already tight and grim, and she knew her mild reproof had hit its mark when his mouth tightened even more.
“I’ve still got a few good years left,” she added.
“Auntie, I know it’s really none of our business, but where were you tonight? And why are you dressed like that.”
“You’re right, hon. It is none of your business.” Charlotte smiled to soften her rebuke. “The truth is, I’m a bit reluctant to tell you. And I’m a little embarrassed. I guess you’ll find out soon enough, though, and better it comes from me than someone else.” She could just imagine the kind of spin that Louis Thibodeaux would put on the story. “But let me start from the beginning. Do you remember the night that we were going to eat at the Trolley Stop with your partner?”
Judith nodded. “The day that Jeanne escaped.”
“Yes, and if you remember, I received a phone call at the restaurant just after we were seated.”
Again Judith nodded. Taking a deep breath for courage, Charlotte told her niece and her son about the call from Jeanne. She also told them about her visit from Louis Thibodeaux earlier that day. “I already knew that Clarice wasn’t expected to live much longer, but it was right after Louis got the call from you, Judith, that I began to realize that Jeanne might somehow know about her mother, too. It just made sense to me that she would try to see Clarice before she died.”
“But you couldn’t tell Louis because of the phone call.”
“No—no, I couldn’t, especially after he as much accused me of helping her escape to begin with.”
Judith narrowed her eyes shrewdly. “So let me guess here. I’m guessing that you decided to disguise yourself and stake out the hospital.”
Charlotte lowered her gaze and stared at her hands, clenched tightly in her lap. “Yes—yes I did.”
“And Louis busted you and gave you a hard time.”
Charlotte raised her head. “Not before I busted Jeanne, but how did you know?”
“I know because I know how Louis operates. I thought it was kind of strange that he insisted I needed a night off. He even offered to take any calls that came in. Now I know why. But get back to the part about busting Jeanne. I take it she showed up.”
“Oh, she showed up, all right” And as Charlotte told about her harrowing experience in the elevator, Hank’s face twisted into a horrified expression of disbelief and rage.
“You did what?” He jumped to his feet. “God Almighty, you could have been killed!” He advanced toward her. “What on earth possessed you to do such a thing? Why—”
“Don’t—” Charlotte abruptly rose to face him. “Don’t say another word. I’ve already heard it once tonight, and I’m in no mood to hear it again.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his mouth thinned into a line of disapproval as he glared at her. Charlotte lifted her chin and glared right back.
“Sit down, Cuz,” Judith told him firmly. “Your mom is here, and obviously she wasn’t hurt, so just sit down and let her finish.”
Charlotte could almost see the wheels turning in her son’s head. To his credit, he finally backed down, albeit reluctantly. But from the expression on his face, Charlotte figured she hadn’t heard the last of it from him.
“There’s really not much else to tell,” she continued as Hank walked over to stare out the window. “Jeanne was arrested, but I don’t know if they’ve caught Brian yet. One thing I do know, though. I’m very, very tired.”
Judith pushed herself up off the sofa. “I think that’s our cue.” She walked over to Charlotte. “I’m glad you’re okay, Auntie” She reached out and gave Charlotte a hug. “But next time—”
Charlotte shook her head and laughed. “There’s not going to be a next time”
“Well, I certainly hope not,” Hank said from across the room.
“Oh, put a sock in it,” Judith told him. She turned and walked toward the front door. “Now give your mom a hug,” she said when she passed him, “and let her get some sleep.” She turned her head and winked at Charlotte. “Catching the bad guys is tough work.”
Hank snorted his disapproval, but he retraced his steps back to Charlotte, and wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her. “I love you, Mom,” he told her against her hair. After a moment, he released her. “Now get some rest” Then he grinned. “Doctor’s orders.”
Charlotte’s heart melted. “I love you, too, sweetheart,” she whispered.
Charlotte watched from the door until they got into their cars. Closing the door, she locked it, switched off the overhead lights and the desk light, and then made a beeline for the bedroom.
In the bathroom, she scrubbed off the makeup, undressed, and slipped into her pajamas. She’d just turned off the lamp and laid her head down on her pillow when the phone beside her bed rang.
“Now what?” she groaned. Figuring it had to be either a wrong number or a crank call, she decided to let the answering machine take the call.
“Aunt Charley, I know you’re probably already in bed, but I thought you might like to know that I called Lou when I left. He said they caught Brian O‘Connor. O’Connor was spotted cruising back and forth in front of the hospital right after they arrested Jeanne” There was a pause. “And by the way, I gave Lou a piece of my mind for keeping me out of the loop on this thing. Sweet dreams, Auntie.”
Charlotte sighed and snuggled deeper beneath the covers. “That’ll teach him to mess with the women in this family,” she muttered with a smile.
Within minutes, she felt herself contentedly drifting off to sleep.
Please turn the page for an exciting sneak peek of Barbara Colley’s newest Charlotte LaRue mystery
DEATH TIDIES UP
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Charlotte had almost finished cleaning the last window in the living room when there was a sudden, earsplitting shriek from upstairs.
“Charrrrlotte!”
For a moment, she was too stunned to move as the sound echoed throughout the empty house.
Not a cry of pain, her mind registered, but terror. It was a cry of sheer terror.
“Charrrrlotte!”
Janet, Charlotte thought, her heart pounding. Janet was the one screaming out her name.
It was the thump-thump of running footsteps above her that finally jerked her into action. Was someone chasing Janet and Cheré? Were they in danger?
A weapon. She needed a weapon of some sort. Charlotte glanced frantically around the room. Nothing. There was nothing she could use except ... her fingers tightened on the spray bottle of ammonia in her hand.
Better than nothing.
Vaguely aware that Emily had bolted from the bathroom, Charlotte dashed out into the hallway and sprinted for the stairs. “You stay down here,” she shouted at Emily.
Halfway up the staircase, she met the other two women scrambling down.
“What on earth?” Charlotte cried. “What’s going on?”
Janet was shivering so hard she could barely talk. Crowded close behind her, Chere’s face was drained of color, and her dark eyes were wide with horror.
“D-dead,” Janet stuttered, her voice cracking. “I—I turned on th-the light, and th-there’s a dead man in-in the closet.
A dead man ... dead
... Charlotte’s stomach turned queasy, and she heard Emily utter a startled cry from the foot of the stairs.
“Okay, okay, hon” Charlotte squeezed Janet’s arm. “Now just calm down. Are-are you sure—sure he’s dead?”
“Well he’s not moving,” Janet cried. “An-and I don’t th-think he’s breathing.”
Charlotte squeezed her arm again. “But you don’t know for sure” Janet shook her head with short, jerky motions.
Cheré shuddered. “He-he looked dead to me,” she whispored.
“But neither of you felt for a pulse?” One look at the horrified expressions on their faces told her they hadn’t. “No, of course you didn’t” She took a deep breath, and though she was already pretty sure what the answer would be, she asked anyway “Which apartment—which one were you cleaning?”
“The one to the left of the landing,” Cheré told her.
Charlotte swallowed hard. It was the same one, the one she’d found the food sacks in during her walk-through, the one that had the toothpaste smeared in the bathroom sink. “Which room?”
“The m-master bedroom,” Janet whispered. “He-he’s in the walk-in closet.”
Charlotte knew what she had to do. Whether she wanted to or not—and she most definitely did not want to—she was going to have to check it out for herself. What if the man wasn’t really dead? What if he was just unconscious and needed help?
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” she told them. “You two join Emily downstairs while I go check. And here—” She handed Janet the bottle of ammonia. “Take this with you.” Then she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and thrust it at Cheré. “You take this and call the police. Be sure and ask for my niece.”
Cheré took the phone. “But Charlotte!”
Charlotte shook her head. “It’ll be okay. Just go” Willing her legs to move, she squeezed past the two women and hurried up the remaining stairs.
Once she was inside the apartment though, she hesitated at the door to the master bedroom to catch her breath.
A sleeping bag was spread out in the middle of the room on the floor. Near the foot of the sleeping bag was an open duffel with clothes spilling out of it, and in the midst of the clothes was a small camera, one of the disposable kinds, she noted. And beside the camera were several pictures scattered about.
“Weird,” she murmured. For one thing, the sleeping bag and the duffel bag both looked almost brand new. And expensive.
And don’t forget the toothpaste in the sink.
It was just as she’d suspected, she thought, eyeing the dark green sleeping bag. Someone, probably the man in the closet, had been camping out in the empty house after all.
With a heavy feeling of dread Charlotte moved farther into the room. Maybe she’d been wrong about the homeless angle after all. But if the man in the closet wasn’t a homeless person, then who was he? And why had he been camping out in the old house?
The walk-in closet door was open. A wave of apprehension swept through her as she edged nearer the opening. Any minute she expected to see a hand or foot or some evidence of a body. But there was nothing yet, nothing but an odd-looking, half-smoked cigar that had been ground out into the floor..

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