Ridgemonts’ lives.
Unlike Christina Quimby’s house, this home lacked curb appeal. The lawn had been mowed and the bushes trimmed, but there wasn’t a flower in sight and the potted ferns on the stoop were brown and wilted. Several newspapers littered the welcome mat, and the door’s brass kick plate and knocker were being eaten away by rust.
Sue Ridgemont answered the bell wearing paint-splattered jeans and an equally colorful T-shirt.
“Oh, dear! I forgot you all were coming today. Sorry! Come on in.” She gestured at her clothes. “I’m in the middle of a do-it-yourself project in the guest room.” Leading them into the kitchen, she pushed a pile of books, newspapers, unread mail, two pairs of balled-up socks, and a Nerf football to the other end of the table.
“Thank you for agreeing to see us,” Olivia said, trying not to frown at the dirty dishes in the sink or the brown bananas on the countertop. “I’m sure you’re busy.”
Sue blinked. “You mean because of the hurricane?” She laughed merrily. “I have two teenage boys. My whole
Olivia smiled, quickly warming to Sue Ridgemont.
“So tell us about the robbery. Just start at the beginning and try to give us as much detail as possible.” Olivia waved a hand at Millay. “My assistant will take notes as we talk.”
Millay did better than that. She produced a mini recorder from her bag, pressed a few buttons, and placed it on the table near the pile of unopened mail. She then settled a notebook on her lap and grinned at Sue. “Just pretend the recorder’s not there. I only brought it to ensure accuracy on our part.” She then uncapped a pen and looked at Sue expectantly.
Sue’s story was remarkably similar to Christina’s except the Ridgemont family hadn’t gone out of town. They’d spent the better part of a Saturday at a Little League All-Star game in Fayetteville.
“When we got home, we didn’t think anything was wrong.” She gestured at the kitchen. “It’s pretty tough to tell if something’s missing in this chaos, but it didn’t take long for the boys to notice the big holes where their TVs, computers, and stereos had been. The thieves took my good jewelry, my husband’s Rolex, and our emergency cash. We kept it in a lockbox under the bed. I guess we should have been more creative, but there you have it.”
Olivia was struck by the fact that both the Quimbys and the Ridgemonts had been attending athletic events during the robberies. She asked Sue if they knew the Quimbys.
“Afraid not,” she said. “I wondered about that when I read about their robbery case in the paper, but I think her kids go to Neuse River Academy. We’re at The Bellhaven School. Goooo Bears!”
As Millay took down a list of stolen items, Olivia tried to deduce who would have knowledge of the family’s weekend schedule. She waited for Sue to finish speaking and then asked, “How did the thieves get in?”
Sue got up and pointed at the cat door carved into the wall next to the door leading to the garage. “We have two cats and an aversion to litter boxes. When we’re going to be out all day we leave the garage door cracked a bit. That way Lucifer and Beelzebub can come and go as they please.”
Millay giggled. “Nice names. Very Old Testament.”
“Like I said, I’ve got two teenage boys. God forbid they call our cats something sweet like Checkers or Mittens. The cats were strays three years ago but now they totally rule our lives. You’d of thought they were honorary members of the royal family the way they’re treated around here.” Sue walked over to the door leading to the garage. “We usually lock this, but I think we were in such a hurry to get to the game on time that we forgot. I guess we made it easy for the bad guys. They just slipped in under the crack in the garage door—we hadn’t made it small enough—and walked into the house. I doubt they spent more than thirty minutes taking what they wanted.”
Olivia nodded. “I’m sorry. It’s a shame someone took advantage of you when you were merely trying to be considerate of your pets.” She rubbed her chin. “Can you think of anything else we should know? Did the thieves leave anything odd around the house?”
Sue picked up a slingshot from the next chair and brandished the weapon. “You’ll have to be more specific!”
In response, Olivia told Sue about the melted butter and knife left on the Quimby’s countertop.
“Actually, I would have never thought about this if you hadn’t asked, but there was a deck of cards on this table. Two hands had been dealt, like the boys had just finished playing a game of poker or something.” She shrugged. “The weird thing was I hadn’t seen them get the cards out before we left. I never thought to ask them either. I just shoved them into a stack and put a rubber band around them.” Picking up the crumpled newspaper, she began to search for the cards.
“Can you ask your sons about the cards?” Olivia asked. “If the deck doesn’t belong to them, it might have been placed there by the thieves. They may have even left their prints on them.”
Her eyes widening, Sue nodded. “They’re at a friend’s house clearing downed trees, but I can send them a text.” She felt her pockets. “Now where did I leave my phone?”
The three women began a fruitless search for Sue’s cell phone until Millay had the smarts to suggest Sue simply dial the number and listen for its ring.
“Before I do, I want you to know that my sons programmed the phone to play the song ‘Bootylicious’ whenever someone calls me. It’s completely embarrassing but I don’t know how to change it.” She picked up the kitchen phone and dialed. Millay followed the sounds of Destiny’s Child into the front hall and pulled a phone in a magenta case from the soil of a fake potted Ficus tree.
“How on earth?” Sue shook her head in wonderment. She fumbled over the keys, trying to recall how to send a text message until Millay offered to complete the task for her. That being done, she also changed the ringtone so that Sue would now hear Handel’s “Water Music” instead of “Bootylicious.” “Thanks. That reminds me of my wedding, before my life wasn’t in a complete state of chaos!” She sighed happily. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“You don’t seem to be too upset over the robbery,” Millay remarked. “I’d be furious.”
Sue put a hand over Millay’s. “My family was unharmed. What was taken can be replaced. They can’t. Let those guys have our stuff, as long as they never return. That’s why I agreed to talk to you. Anything I can do to help catch them means that they won’t come back.”
Her phone blipped and she examined the screen. “The cards are theirs, but they haven’t played with them since the vacation we took in June.” She glanced at Olivia with excitement. “Wouldn’t it be something if the thieves get caught over a deck of cards?” She put a finger on her lips and tapped. “The question is . . . where did I put them?”
“Did you return them to one of your son’s bedrooms?” Olivia hazarded a guess.
Sue smirked. “That would be the logical place to start, but I’m easily distracted, so even if I meant to put them away, it doesn’t mean I succeeded. Let’s see. I put a rubber band around them and stuck them in a pocket while I was still standing in the kitchen.” She touched her pants. “But it was a deep pocket, like you’d find on a coat.”
“It’s too hot for a coat, unless it was a rain jacket,” Olivia pointed out.
Throwing open a hall closet, Sue shoved coats around but came up empty-handed.
“An apron?” Millay asked.
“I don’t cook. I heat things up or order takeout.” Sue began tapping her lips again. “Oh! I remember! I was painting the day after we’d been robbed. I was hoping it would settle me down, but I ended up covering up the whole thing with primer and starting all over again. Didn’t like the color. Still, the cards must be in my smock.”
She dashed from the room and quickly returned, holding the cards by the edge. They were loosely wrapped in a tissue. “Let me stick these in a plastic bag.”
Once the cards were safely sealed in plastic, Olivia reached out for them. “I’m meeting with the chief of police in about two hours. I’ll see that he gets these.” When Sue looked perplexed by the declaration, Olivia colored. “It’s okay. He’s a friend of mine.” With the deck of cards safely in her purse, Olivia shook hands with Sue and thanked her effusively for an interesting afternoon.
Back in the Range Rover, Haviland looked up from his bone and sniffed the air, his warm brown eyes alight with curiosity.
“Dirty socks and rotten bananas. That’s all, Captain,” Olivia told him.
Millay scratched the poodle behind the ears and then chucked Olivia on the arm. “Smooth move back there, by the way.”
