Mrs. Ragsdale glowered. “I suppose you didn’t bother to come here until now because you didn’t think that your grandmother left you anything of value, eh?”
“I’ve been busy dealing with her business affairs,” Isabella said weakly. “Lawyers, wills, that sort of thing. You know how it goes with estates, even small ones.”
“Bernice always said that if anything ever happened to her, you’d be along eventually to take charge of her things.” Mrs. Ragsdale peered at Fallon. “Said when you did show up, you’d most likely be with a man.”
Fallon looked at her. “Were you and Bernice good friends?”
“Played bridge every Wednesday and Friday night,” Mrs. Ragsdale declared. “Bernice was a fine player.”
Isabella tightened her grip on the key. “Were you here when my grandmother died, Mrs. Ragsdale?”
“Yep. Watching the late-night talk show. She must have called the ambulance, herself.” Mrs. Ragsdale sighed. “We all saw it pull up. They took her away. She never came out of the hospital. Heard later it was a heart attack. Everyone here at the Court is going to miss her, that’s for sure.”
“So will I,” Isabella said. “If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Ragsdale, I need to get started on organizing her things.”
“She said you’d probably give everything to charity except for the pictures, of course.”
“Probably.”
Mrs. Ragsdale cleared her throat. “I could take that old microwave of hers off your hands, if you like.”
“I won’t be able to make any final decisions today,” Isabella said. “I just came to pick up her personal papers.”
“And the pictures,” Mrs. Ragsdale said. “She said that’s all she had that would be important to you. She really wanted you to have the pictures. Told me to remind you when you turned up.”
“I’ll be sure to take them,” Isabella said.
“I cleaned out her refrigerator and emptied her garbage,” Mrs. Ragsdale said. “Didn’t want things to spoil and stink up the place.”
“That was very thoughtful of you,” Isabella said.
Fallon looked at her with veiled interest. “You have a key?”
“Oh, yes, Bernice gave it to me a couple of weeks before she passed. She said she was having some chest pains and was getting concerned. I told her to go to the doctor, but she refused. Said it was just a bad stomach.”
“Did anyone else stop by after she died?” Fallon asked.
“Nope.” Mrs. Ragsdale paused. “Well, except the manager, of course. He comes by occasionally to check on things. Told me the only reason he hadn’t sold Bernice’s trailer and her things was because she had promised him that if anything happened to her, Elly, here, would pay him whatever was owed.”
“Was the manager the only person who went inside the trailer besides you?” Fallon asked.
Mrs. Ragsdale snorted disapprovingly. “Nosy, aren’t you, young man?”
To Isabella’s amusement, Fallon gave the elderly woman his rare, wickedly charming smile, the one that should have been registered as a dangerous weapon.
“Been a while since anyone called me a young man,” he said.
Mrs. Ragsdale responded right on cue. Her faded eyes sparkled, and she suddenly glowed.
“It’s all a matter of perspective,” she said gruffly. “Trust me, at my age, you look young. In your prime, as they say.” She gave Fallon a head-to-toe perusal. “Yep, in your prime and a mighty fine prime it is, too.”
Isabella coughed discreetly.
Mrs. Ragsdale seemed to realize that she had gone off topic. She smiled warmly at Fallon. “To answer your question, the only other person I’ve seen go inside was the new man on the maintenance crew. He checked Bernice’s trailer after it rained. Said he wanted to make sure there wasn’t any water damage. Old trailers leak like sieves, you know.”
“So, to the best of your knowledge, no one except you, the manager and the guy from maintenance has entered the trailer,” Fallon concluded.
“Nope.” Mrs. Ragsdale snorted. “Trust me, someone would have noticed straight off if an outsider got within fifty yards of that trailer. Everyone in the Court pays attention to everyone else’s business. It’s about all the entertainment we get. Some days it’s more interesting around here than one of those reality TV shows.”
“Thank you for looking after things,” Isabella said.
“No trouble at all, dear. And I’m real sorry your grandmother is gone. She was a live wire. Kept up with all the latest news on her computer. Always seemed to know what was going on behind the scenes. Bridge won’t be nearly as interesting without her. Let me know if you need anything. And don’t forget about that microwave.”
“I won’t,” Isabella promised.
She got the door of the trailer open. Stale, musty air spilled out. She took a breath and stepped inside. Fallon moved in behind her and shut the door.
Isabella looked around. The interior of the trailer lay in shadow, but it looked very much as it had the last time she had visited three months earlier. The small space was neat and carefully organized.
“Grandma always says that living in a trailer is like living on a boat,” she said. “A place for everything and everything in its place.”
“She was the methodical, organized type?”
“Oh, yes. To a fault.”
“That makes it easy then. We just look for whatever seems wrong or out of place.”
“Easy for you to say. Grandma may have been organized but she had a lot of stuff.”
Fallon took in the tiny kitchen, the dining nook, the bed and the miniature bathroom in a single sweeping glance.
“Where’s her computer?” he said.
Startled, Isabella turned toward the dining nook. It took her a second or two to register what was wrong.
“It’s gone,” she said. “Grandma had a new laptop. I gave it to her. She kept it on the dining table. If she was going underground, that is the one thing she would have taken with her. But if someone did murder her, that is the one thing the killer would have grabbed.”
“It is also the one thing that a thief looking for electronics to sell in order to support a drug habit would have stolen,” Fallon said patiently.
“True.” Isabella pulled herself together. “But you heard Mrs. Ragsdale. No one has been inside the trailer since the night Grandma was taken away.”
“Except Mrs. Ragsdale,” Fallon said. “And the manager. And some guy from the maintenance crew. I’m sure Mrs. Ragsdale does her best to keep on top of things, but she’s a seriously senior citizen. Probably hard of hearing. And this trailer sits at the far end of the Court. Late at night a thief could have gotten inside without being seen.”
“Not in this trailer park,” Isabella said. “Everyone here is elderly.”
“Your point?”
“Older people don’t sleep well. Grandma said that this place was like a Vegas hotel. Someone is always watching because someone is always awake.”
“I’m not trying to argue with you,” Fallon said. “But the fact is that the computer is gone and there are a number of possible explanations. The one that has the highest probability is the theft scenario. It may have been ripped off by one of the maintenance crew or the manager or a burglar.”
“Okay,” Isabella said. “But there are other possibilities, right?”
“Yes, Isabella, there are other possibilities. They just aren’t very likely.”
“Unless my grandmother is alive.”
Fallon started to methodically open and close the myriad built-in drawers and storage cabinets that lined the interior of the trailer. “If your grandmother is alive, that changes everything.”
She watched him glance into another drawer. “What are you looking for?”
“Something else that looks wrong or out of place. Get busy. You’re the one who knew her best. Take a good look around. Do it first without your talent. You don’t want to miss what your normal senses can tell you. Too many agents rely on their psychic abilities and wind up missing obvious clues.”
“Got it.” Isabella opened the cabinet beneath the sink and peered inside at the half-empty bottle of
