Free Fat hen farm 01- Killer tracks by Sandy Vale Page A

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    The door opened and David and Candy walked in. He hadn’t even bothered to knock. Typical. As the oldest in the family, he was used to doing and getting what he wanted. Scanning the room, he headed for the drink table set up in front of the bay window. Candy approached Kitty and Tina with a nervous twitch in her eye.
    “Kitty, I’m so sorry for you. Roger was such a great guy. We’l al miss him terribly.”
    “Thanks Candy. Thanks for coming.”
    Candy whispered, “Did you look at those papers? Does anyone else know I gave you that stuff?” David possessively put his arm around Candy, “What are you whispering about over here? Come on Candy, I want to talk to Herb.” He didn’t even acknowledge his sister and sister-in-law.
    Candy fol owed David with a quick glance at Kitty and Tina. Tina smiled at her and shook her head slightly to let her know no one knew about the papers. Candy’s expression visibly relaxed.
    “That was weird,” Tina whispered to Kitty. “Candy looks like she’s about ready to jump out of her skin whenever David gets near her. We have to find out what papers he wants from Roger’s office. I bet what he’s looking for is right here in your house—the papers and suitcase you brought back. Do you have it wel hidden?”
    “It’s not real y hidden but it’s upstairs. I don’t think anyone wil be going there. What wil David do when he can’t find those things in Roger’s office?”
    Another car pul ed up to the house. Michael was at the door to greet Glenda, Jimmie and Joe. Sam was fol owing them in, too.
    “Come on it. There are some drinks and food on the table in the living room,” Michael told everyone.
    “Sam, I didn’t expect you to come. Thanks.” Kitty hugged him.
    With his face right next to her ear, he said, “The black car I saw the day Roger was kil ed is parked outside. Tel your detective friend. Someone here is the murderer. Keep acting like everything is normal. We don’t want to tip anyone off.” Sam straightened up and asked, “Where’s Max? I’d like to say hel o, make sure he hasn’t forgotten me.”
    “He’s upstairs in my room. I wasn’t sure if he would be upset with people coming in. You can get him and bring him down if you think he’l be alright.”
    It wasn’t long before Max came bounding down the stairs to hover next to Kitty. Sam fol owed, hugged Kitty again and told her he was walking back home. Sam nodded to the detective as he walked by on his way to the door.
    Herb asked Frank, “How do you know Sam? I’ve known him for a long time and he’s an odd fel ow. He whispered something to Kitty and left. I wonder what that’s al about.”
    “I talked to him yesterday. He was home when Roger was kil ed and he told me he saw a black car going to Kitty’s house just before Roger got home and it left in a big hurry before Kitty drove in. He is odd but he pays attention and may be a good resource for us.” Tina clinked her glass to get everyone’s attention. “Thanks for coming today. We’re al here to remember Roger’s life and the impact he had on each of us. Kitty has decided that she wil spread his ashes on the farm in a quiet wooded area. A toast to Roger.” Glasses clinked around the room and the conversations started up again.
    Glenda was standing at the drink table watching everyone in the room. She wondered why that cute detective and the police chief were here.
    Everything felt odd. David stood alone in a corner looking guilty of something. Candy kept eyeing the detective and nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Tina and Kitty were actual y starting to relax. And Glenda wondered who that old guy was who came in and left after about five minutes.
    Michael and Tina carried empty plates to the kitchen. Glenda took the opportunity to talk to Kitty alone.
    “Kitty, I need to talk to you,” Glenda quietly said as she stood next to Kitty. “I real y need to get that file back. I don’t want to