âThis was no dream.â
âI know.â
âSomeone was here.â
âBut it couldnât have been Madame Rosa. You saw her body.â
âYou know what, Meat?â she said thoughtfully. âI saw her body, thatâs true. But I didnât actually see her face. Thatâs whatâs making me wonder. Her hair had come loose and had fallen over her face. What ifââ
There was a loud knock at the door. Herculeah and Meat instinctively drew closer together.
âMadame Rosa,â Meat whispered, his voice deep with dread.
âMore likely the police,â Herculeah said.
Meat gasped, although only ten minutes ago he would have welcomed them.
âHerculeah, open this door,â a voice demanded. âI know youâre in there.â
âItâs my mom,â Herculeah said. Now there was dread in her voice as well.
âI know youâre in there. Open this door.â
Herculeah moved to the front door. She unlocked it and pulled it open.
âI knew it!â her mother said. She strode into the hallway. âI knew it. You took that key the minute my back was turned.â
âMom, I can explain.â
âAnd, Meat, is that you back there?â
âYesâm.â Meat stepped forward.
âMeat, youâve got better sense than Herculeah. You should have stopped her.â
âI did my best.â
âHerculeah, this is trespassing!â
âMom, listen. Someone was here. Someone was upstairs. And they came down. Meat heard them, didnât you, Meat?â
âAnd I saw themâthe foot, anyway. And, Mrs. Jones, that was the most terrible foot there could be in the world. Iâll probably have foot nightmares tonight. I know I will.â
âAnd I saw the person. Mom, listen. It was either Madame Rosa or somebody pretending to be her. Oh, Mom, now that youâre here, we can put on all the lights and really search.â
Meat held up one hand as if to stop anyone from speaking.
âDid you hear that?â
âWhat?â
âIt sounded like the click of the back door closing,â Meat said in a hushed voice. âI think someone just went out the kitchen door.â
âGreat!â Herculeah said, turning in that direction. âIf we hurryââ
âIf we hurry,â her mother said firmly, taking her arm, âwe can get home before midnight. Come along, Meat.â
Meat glanced anxiously toward the kitchen. âGladly,â he said.
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âSo.â
Herculeah always hated it when her father started a conversation like that.
âSo.â
Another one. Two âsoâs. This was going to be bad.
âYour mom tells me you went back to Madame Rosaâs last night.â
It was Sunday, and Herculeah and her father were in the car, driving to an Atlanta Falcons football game.
Her father had spoken in a casual, conversational tone, but Herculeah was aware this was not going to be a casual chat. His profile was stern.
She said, âMom told you that?â
âShe did.â
âI wish you and Mom wouldnât discuss me behind my back.â
âI wish we didnât have to.â
âSo, what did Mom say?â
âShe said she had taken the key away from you, and you got it out of her drawer and went over there, taking poor Meat along with you. It was a very dangerous thing to do.â
âActually Meat turned out to be the most dangerous part. He tackled me. Youâd think he wasâwhoâs that big mean Falcon?â
âTheyâre all big and mean.â
âWell, that was the only time I was in any real danger. I got spooked, I admit that, when Madame Rosa appeared.â She turned to her father. âDad, are you convinced that body was Madame Rosaâs?â
âYes, I am.â
âWell, Iâm not.â
âListen, Herculeah, whoever killed Madame Rosa is still out