Part 5 (2/2)
He puffed his chest out. ”My biggest trout yet.”
”Good job, James. That's a big fish.” Annie Mae tapped the paper. ”But where's Bert? I don't see him in the photo with you and your other two friends.”
”Oh? Um. He...he took the picture,” James mumbled.
”He didn't take this picture. The photo credit says Rex Mallard did,” I added.
A fine sweat formed on James's nearly hairless head. His upper lip quivered. He grabbed the paper out of my hands and then took the trophy from Annie Mae. ”Time to leave, ladies.”
”Bert wasn't with you, was he?” I stared him down.
James broke eye contact with me and walked out of the room into the foyer by the front door. ”I don't have to talk to you and answer your stupid questions anymore, ladies. And I think our time here is done.”
”Please, James, we really need your help,” I said.
James kept walking. ”I'm sure you do. But I don't have to answer any more of your questions. I was trying to be nice, but now you are starting to irritate me.”
”We really didn't mean to, we just wanted some help in finding answers.” My eyes welled up.
”James, you seem like a good guy. So I know that you want to cooperate.” Annie Mae trailed after James. ”Please help us out here. My friend is sad. Can't you see her tears? Our hearts are broken over Lucy. We have to get some answers.”
”I've told you all I could. You need to move your fat behind out of the way.” James brushed his shoulder against Annie Mae.
”Whoa, now. That was below the belt. I may be a little chubby, but not fat.” Annie Mae spun around. ”I think it all fits nicely together.”
James rolled his eyes.
”James, we really don't want any trouble. We tried being nice to you, but apparently you don't want to be nice to us. So now I have to be firmer with you.” Annie Mae moved closer to James. ”Although I may look meek and mild, you need to know that I took a self-defense course. So I know some moves in case you push me again.”
”Sorry about that; you were blocking my way.” James said.
”Forgiven. Why don't you show your remorse by giving us some answers? 'Cause someone is fibbing here, and it isn't me,” Annie Mae said.
James turned his back to us. A light above him illuminated the top of his head like a halo. ”He's my friend. I can't throw him under the bus.”
”I get that. I'm a mom of four kids, and I always tell them to be loyal to their friends. But this is different, James. This has to do with murder.” I gently placed a hand on his shoulder. ”And I know you don't want to be an accomplice to the crime by lying.”
”Murder?” James's voice rose as he turned to face us. ”You think he killed his own wife?”
”h.e.l.l, yes,” Annie Mae said.
James swallowed. ”No. He wouldn't do that.”
I had to appeal to his sense of justice. ”Whoever murdered Lucy may have also killed my father two months ago.”
”Your family owns Suns.h.i.+ne Market. I remember reading about that. A burglary, right?” James looked at me.
”Not really; but that's not the point here.” I caught my breath. ”We need to know where Bert was when Lucy was killed. You were his alibi, and now that appears to be falling apart.”
”I promised. I can't...” James looked like he wanted to cry, his face twisted, his eyes red.
”Okay. We get that. So how about you tell us without telling us. Let's use signals.” I thought of a ploy I used on my kids to make them tell the truth without actually saying anything against someone else. ”How about you tap your foot if Bert was with you, and touch your chest if he wasn't?”
”I like these signals.” Annie Mae's words tumbled out. ”Even better, why doesn't he blink twice if Bert was not with him and fold his arms if Bert was?”
James cleared his throat.
”What was that signal? Does that mean yes or no? Or maybe? We didn't have a maybe signal.” Annie Mae arched an eyebrow.
James coughed, holding a fist to his mouth. ”I had a tickle in my throat.”
”This has gotten way too confusing.” I sighed.
James blinked a couple of times.
”Are you flirting with me?” Annie Mae said.
”No. I was giving you a signal,” James said.
”What did winks mean? I lost track of our codes,” I said.
James sneezed.
Annie Mae shook a finger at him. ”What does a sneeze mean?”
”I have allergies.” He sniffed. ”You two are driving me nuts.”
”Fine. Let's start over,” I said to James. ”We'll get out of here if you just tell us the truth. And you won't even have to rat your friend out. Let's make it simple. Head nod for yes, shake side to side for no, okay?”
Annie Mae stood next to James.
I continued. ”Last week, was Bert with you in North Carolina on a fis.h.i.+ng trip when Lucy was killed?”
James shook his head side to side.
Chapter Seven.
After leaving James and stopping at Krispy Kreme to fulfill Annie Mae's craving for a hot donut and cold chocolate milk, we made our way to Bert's.
Navigating the Sat.u.r.day traffic, we pulled in front of Bert's house. Annie Mae got out of the car. ”I'm feeling really excited and tingly about all this.”
”Sounds like another sugar rush.” Slinging my purse over one shoulder, I saw Bert's yellow Mini Cooper with the black racing stripes. ”Looks like Bert's here. Ready?”
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