“If they are, we’ll know right away. You can’t hide two people in your cellar with kids underfoot. It’s too weird. And kids talk. If Annie and Evelyn are here, they’re coming and going like normal house guests.”
“And we’re going to sit here until we figure this out? This sounds like it could take a long time. I don’t know if I’m prepared to sit here for a long time. I mean, what about food?
And I have to go to the bathroom. I had a super-size soda before I picked you up. You didn’t say anything about a long time.”
I gave Lula the squinty eye.
“Well, I gotta go,” Lula said. “I can’t help it. I gotta wee.”
“Okay, how about this. We passed a mall on the way in. How about if I drop you at the mall, and then I take the car and do the surveillance.”
Half an hour later, I was back at the curb, alone, snooping on Dotty. The drizzle had turned to rain and lights were on in some of the houses. Dotty’s house was dark. A blue Honda Civic rolled past me and pulled into Dotty’s driveway. A woman got out and unbuckled two kids from kiddie seats in the back. The woman was shrouded in a hooded raincoat, but I caught a look at her face in the gloom, and I was certain it was Dotty. Or, to be more precise, I was certain it wasn’t Evelyn. The kids were young. Maybe two and seven. Not that I’m an expert on kids. My entire kid knowledge is based on my two nieces.
The little family entered the house and lights went on. I put the Trans Am into gear and inched my way up until I was directly across from the Rheinholds‘. I could clearly see Dotty now. She had the raincoat off, and she was moving around. The living room was in the front of the house. A television was switched on in the living room. A door opened off the living room, and the room beyond was obviously the kitchen. Dotty was traveling back and forth across the doorway, from refrigerator to table. No other adult appeared. Dotty made no move to draw the living room curtains.
The kids were in bed and their bedroom lights were out by 9:00. At 9:15 Dotty got a phone call. At 9:30 Dotty was still on the phone, and I left to pick Lula up at the mall. A block and a half from Dotty’s house, a sleek black car slid by me, traveling in the opposite direction. I caught a glimpse of the driver. Jeanne Ellen Burrows. I almost took the curb and ran across a lawn.
Lula was waiting at the mall entrance when I got there.
“Get in!” I yelled. “I have to get back to Dotty’s house. I passed Jeanne Ellen Burrows when I was leaving the neighborhood.”
“What about Evelyn and Annie?”
“No sign of them.”
The house was dark when we returned. The car was in the driveway. Jeanne Ellen was nowhere to be found.
“You sure it was Jeanne Ellen?” Lula asked.
“Positive. All the hair stood up on my arm, and I got an ice-cream headache.”
“Yep. That would be Jeanne Ellen.”
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LULA DROPPED ME at the door to my apartment building. “Anytime you want to do surveillance, you just let me know,” Lula said. “Surveillance is one of my favorite things.”
Rex was in his wheel when I came into the kitchen. He stopped running and looked at me, eyes bright.
“Good news, big guy,” I said. “I stopped at the store on the way home and got supper.”
I dumped the contents of the bag on the counter. Seven Tastykakes. Two Butterscotch Krimpets, a Coconut Junior, two Peanut Butter KandyKakes, Creme-filled Cupcakes, and a Chocolate Junior. Life doesn’t get much better than this. Tastykakes are just another of the many advantages of living in Jersey. They’re made in Philly and shipped to Trenton in all their fresh squishiness. I read once that 439,000 Butterscotch Krimpets are baked every day. And not a heck of a lot of them find their way to New Hampshire. All that snow and scenery and what good does it do you without Tastykakes?
I ate the Coconut Junior, a Butterscotch Krimpet, and a KandyKake. Rex had part of the Butterscotch Krimpet.
Things haven’t been going too great for me lately. In the past week I’ve lost three pairs of handcuffs, a car, and I’ve had a bag of snakes delivered to my door. On the other hand, things aren’t
