Harriet’s Aunt Beth stood over the prone figure at the top of the stairs. You need to watch where you’re going, mister. You ran right into a broken vent pipe. Looks like you’ve got a nasty bump on your head, but I think you’ll live.”
“Who’s there?” Jackie called across the roof.
“My aunt and I,” said a voice that was much closer than Jackie expected. A flashlight flicked on and flashed her face. Jackie held her hand up to shield her eyes.
“How did you get up here?” Jackie asked. “You were supposed to be talking to the police.”
“Well, while you and this guy,” Harriet pointed at Jack, “were doing gymnastics on the fire escape and that clown,” she pointed to the man by the stairs, “was climbing ten flights of stairs and performing a do it yourself lobotomy, we took the elevator.”
“Why are you following us?” Jack asked. “This isn’t your business.”
“If you two are trying to steal the money Jackie’s mother raised for the women’s shelter, we’re making it our business; even if you are stealing it to fund the animal shelter.” Aunt Beth said.
“What on earth gave you that idea?” Jackie asked. This night was getting weirder by the minute.
“We talked to the guy across the street,” Harriet said. “You know– the big guy in the black coat– the one you left for dead. Turns out he wasn’t quite as dead as you thought.”
Go on to Episode 10
Arlene Sachitano – Author of the Harriet Truman/Loose Threads Mysteries and The Harley Spring Mysteries