One Deadly Sister (Sandy Reid Mystery Series #1) (37 page)

“Even a month ago would have changed everything,” he replied.

R
ay and Tammy were still sitting there motionless when Chip and Sandy entered the café. From the doorway, Sandy saw them and called out, “Hey!” After a second look she quickly put both hands over her mouth and stopped right where she was. “My God, she did confess.”

A uniformed officer came in behind them and told Chip the videotaping was successful: they got the whole confession. Chip told him, "Good, Mirandize her and put her in my unit. You know who she is, don’t you? She’s a friend. Take it slow and go easy with the cuffs. Stay with her and don’t let anyone bother her. I'll be out in a minute."

Ray gave Tammy an awkward goodbye and walked over to Sandy and Chip. “I was on the wrong track. I believed it was Loraine right up until we all met last night. You were correct Sandy. When I confronted her with everything we discussed, she confessed. How did you zero in on Tammy?”

"It bothered me when she told me that she thought Loraine was the killer, while at the same time was telling Chip you were guilty. But I first became suspicious when she told me that it was a shame for a great life to be snuffed out with a couple of bullets...the irony of two little bullets wiping out years of accomplishments. The way she said it I knew she didn't realize he was killed with only one bullet. She believed it was two because she knew she had fired two. She didn’t know one missed and was found in the wall.”

“We didn’t release that detail,” Chip said.

“But that wasn’t conclusive. In my mind, she gave herself away when she first met you in the restaurant,” Sandy continued. “One minute she’s threatening to sue you, if you go to the police, and then she unexpectedly stopped being hostile. That’s when she realized you fit perfectly into the murder plan that had been on her mind.”

“First, she screamed don’t go to the police, then a minute later, she said it was okay, just wait a few hours. She needed me out running around at the time of the murder. And she needed time to shoot Towson and get back to her office.”

“All that plus the lies and inconsistencies you confronted her with today. Those things were just hints not proof, but they tipped me off. Now it’s up to Chip to nail down the proof."

“We needed to search her place,” Chip said. “This videotape is mostly circumstantial but gives us enough to get a search warrant.”

“She no doubt burned that silk scarf with the blue and red triangles,” Sandy said. “Any chance blood splattered on the suit she was wearing? Although I guess she’d have it cleaned.”

“We sometimes contact a suspect’s dry cleaner. They tend to remember bloodstains. More likely, she’d burn it if she noticed it. We’ll scope her entire closet, including the soles of all shoes. We know someone stepped in his blood spatter.”

“Remember when I was first arrested, and you tested my hands for gunshot residue?”

“It would be long gone from her hands.”

“That’s not what I’m getting at. Does GSR cling to cloth for a long time?”

“It can, yet it brushes off and washes off.”

“Well, when I first met Tammy in the restaurant at noon on the day of the murder, she had one of those large satchel handbags. I remember because it was next to her on the table, and I was thinking how well coordinated her outfit was. I remember light brown because it matched her suit. As I recall, it was suede. Would gunshot residue stick to suede?”

“Like Florida bugs to a windshield.”

“Look for that suede bag when you search her place. I’m guessing after shooting Towson, she put the gun in that handbag, because that’s what she was carrying that day. You won’t find the gun in there, but I’ll bet you’ll find gunshot residue.”

“If she put the recently fired gun in her purse, the lab will find residue and traces of firearm oil,” Chip explained. “They’ll do a Trace Metal Test, use infrared photography and a microscopic examination. They can match it with the residue found at the murder scene. I’m arresting her right now. We’re dropping all charges against you.”

“My nightmare ends.”

Sandy said, “A good attorney will say it’s not first degree, that she didn’t go there to shoot him, they got in an argument. Her attorney will make it sound like a lover’s quarrel, passion of the moment. She might try to plea out to manslaughter?”

“She won’t get to keep those Chinese porcelain dishes she inherited when Towson’s brother finds out they’re worth a half-million dollars,” Ray said. 

“Seriously, that much?” Sandy asked.

“Easily. He had several complete settings plus the historical directory. Towson, apparently, wanted to take care of Tammy should he die. He wanted to make her a wealthy woman to thank her for all the years she helped him. Instead, she goes to jail because he broke her heart. Meanwhile, Loraine has replaced me in jail, arrested for drowning Barner.”

“Loraine is a real culprit here,” Sandy said. “Her greed set off the whole chain of events, starting with framing you for the murder.”

“She still thinks Barner was the murderer, so she’s expecting to be charged with conspiracy to commit murder, as well,” Chip said. “We think she paid Barner a lot of cash up front to kill Towson. He just pocketed the money with no intention of doing anything. Let her yell. What could she do? So, when Towson
was
shot, Loraine naturally assumed he did it. Barner figured what the hell, tells her yeah he did it. And goes to her place for the payoff.”

Sandy said, “So, Barner was in Vegas spending the down payment and was overjoyed when he heard about the murder. The target he had no intention of shooting had been shot. He came back pretending he had finished the murder contract. To get the rest of the money from her. And get it before the police caught the real killer. Don’t you love it?”

Chip said, “So, she drowns him thinking she’s covering up her part in Towson’s murder, but she had no part in Towson’s murder. Furthermore, she believed the gun she was trying so hard to conceal was the murder weapon, yet it had no relevance.”

“So, bug guy outsmarts Mensa Babe. Can you nail her for drowning him?” Ray asked.

“Murder by drowning is one of the toughest homicides to prove,” Chip said. ”We have motive but only circumstantial evidence. She’s hired Gerald White, the whiz Palm Beach lawyer. Remember he got that rich Neilson kid off a couple of years ago. The senator’s no-good nephew who they charged with rape, DUI and leaving the scene of the accident that killed his date. Moran can’t compete with him.”

“So, Chip, you think Loraine will still get the big life insurance payoff on Towson?” Ray asked.

“Sure. The insurance company will try to hold things up, but I don’t see how the conspiracy charge can be proven with Barner dead.”

“Here’s the big twist,” Sandy explained, “Moran was indeed faced with the murder of a very important public figure. He was so focused on making it into a big national crime he overlooked a simple small-town killing for unrequited love. He’ll get a conviction on Tammy. She’ll face some years behind bars. Nevertheless, her trial will be small potatoes compared to Loraine’s.”

“What do you mean?” Ray asked.

“Loraine’s trial will be a huge national sensation. It will be a circus. Think about it: you have sex, a seventy-year-old beauty in a thong, millions in insurance money, conspiracy and a murder-for-hire scheme. Plus, one additional murder by drowning thrown in at no extra charge. Seriously, the media will go wild.”

“They’ll call it the Granny-Thong Caper,” Ray said. “I might write a book.”

Sandy continued, “The hotshot lawyer, Gerald White, will get a couple million of Loraine’s insurance money, and she’ll be acquitted. From then on, Moran will be known as the second-rate who can’t cut it in the big time.”

“So Moran will get the big sensational crime case he’s always wanted. Except he’ll be on the losing end,” Chip said. “Big toad Moran will never get out of his small pond.”

Ray said, “So heartsick Tammy goes to jail. Greedy Loraine murders and ends up free and very wealthy. And I learn a lesson about minding my own business.”

Sandy winked at him. “Well, now that I know you I like the way you are. Don’t change too much. Actually, I thought the granny-sex was kind of cute. Although, by my count you’ve slept with two murderers. You might try cutting back on that.”

“No one else could have done what you did, digging in, setting up relationships with Chip and Linda, getting in people’s faces and negotiating. You made things happen. Without you, I’d still be in jail at the mercy of little Bonaparte. You’re going to be one deadly lawyer. I owe you for all this and still owe you for way back when, Sandy.”

“Call me Sis. We were different people back then, just a couple of kids. All is forgiven. It’s lonely out there. I think I came down here because subconsciously I wanted some family in my life.”

“I glad you’re my sister.” Ray stepped toward her and reached out his hand. She took his hand and quickly pulled him to her. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and locked her arms around him.

He was surprised and speechless. After a moment he was able to say, “You saved me, Sis.”

“Well, sisters do nice things like that.” She released him, and when she looked up he saw that her cheeks were wet.

He needed a moment and then said, “And I’m getting smarter about women, Sis. Meg Emerson invited me over for dinner tonight. I think she likes me.”

Sandy rolled her eyes, “No kidding, you really think so?”

“She wants to talk about us being partners and starting a retirement plan consulting firm. She’s a whiz at sales, and I know the paperwork end.”

Sandy shook her head. “Raymond, we need to talk. Meg doesn’t want to think about business tonight. Trust me on this. Don’t take a ledger book, take a bottle of wine.”

Chip’s gaze was fixed on her while she was talking with her brother; he couldn’t look away. In truth, he didn’t want her out of his sight. Everything seemed better to him since she came to town. What was that all about? “I made a lot of mistakes,” was all he could think of to say. “You saved my tail several times. I’d be back on uniformed patrol if not for you.”

“Nonsense, your dad would be proud of you.”

“With all this wrapped up,” he said, “this town’s going to be quiet and dull.”

“Doesn’t have to be,” she said.

The End

About the Author:
Rod Hoisington has a background in education and business and lives in Florida where he devotes full-time to his compulsion to dig into the souls and lives of fictional characters.

One Deadly Sister
is the first novel in the popular Sandy Reid mystery romance series. Followed by
The Price of Candy, Such Wicked Friends, Chasing Suspect Three and Alive After Friday
.

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The Price of Candy

****

Four Star Mystery Novel Rating

Passion makes fools of us all.
~

An old acquaintance interrupts Sandy Reid’s law studies and gets her seriously involved in unraveling the mystery of a body on a Florida beach. Sandy uncovers the identity of the prominent Congressman who gave the beautiful hitchhiker a ride to Florida and confronts him. Now that the naked body has been discovered, he risks having his misdirected passion exposed and his reputation and prosperous way of life devastated.

The almost-too-clever young law student must solve the mystery surrounding the unidentified dead woman on the beach, unscramble a related child kidnapping that the mother won’t report, and clear herself of a murder charge that threatens to destroy her dream of becoming a lawyer. Along the way, she discovers she has fallen victim to a sensuous passion of her own.

This fast-paced murder mystery is the sequel to
One Deadly Sister
, and the second in the mystery series with Sandy Reid the sassy protagonist and amateur sleuth.

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Such Wicked Friends

*****

Four Star Mystery Novel Rating