on the floor.
Perfume bottles, makeup, and jewelry were lying everywhere.
Lizâs possessions, her special things, were discarded like yesterdayâs birdcage liner. This was more than sad. It was horrible.
And it obviously wasnât a professional burglary, because it seemed as though valuable pieces of jewelry werenât taken.
So what was the amateur burglar looking for?
Maybe it was the same thing that we were looking for.
A little flash drive.
âTrixie, I got the answering machine working!â ACB yelled from the other part of the house.
âBe right there.â
I crutched out and stood next to ACB. She hit play.
âYou have reached Liz Fellows. I canât come to the phone right now. Please leave a message, and Iâll get back to you as soon as possible.â
Beep. âYou have three new messages and no saved messages.â
âLiz, this is Sally from Harryâs Snow Removal and Lawn Care. Iâm calling you at home because Darlene isnât answering at the churchâs main number. Anyway, the check you wrote to cover our snow removal of Sandy HarborCommunity Churchâs parking lot in the amount of three hundred and twenty-five dollars has bounced. The returned check fee is fifty dollars. Please write us another checkâone that wonât bounce (snort, chuckle)âand add that amount into the balance. Thank you.â
Beep.
âHey, Liz! Itâs Lorraine from Lorraineâs Hairdo It Your Way. Darlene Robinson, you know . . . Pastor Fritzâs wife, owes my salon a chunk of change. Four hundred and fifty dollars, to be exact. She keeps writing checks and they keep bouncing. Half of that amount is fees. The other half is what she really owes me. I am at the end of my hair roots, so I decided to call you for help. It takes a villageâI mean a hair salonâto keep Darleneâs hair dry and frizzy with Brass Glow number two-one-three-one (laugh) that I canât talk her out of. Iâm going to have to refuse service to her soon. Can you imagine her hair then? Can you help me out? And, by the way, your appointment is scheduled for Tuesday at five. See you then, and no Brass Glow two-one-three-one for you!â
ACB shuddered. âLorraine uses Posey Purple four-four-two-two on me. But when my roots grow out, itâs a horror. I canât imagine Darleneâs hair if Lorraine bans her from Hairdo It Your Way.â
Beep.
âLiz, Pastor Fritz here. Would you mind coming in an hour early tomorrow morning? I have several very important things to discuss with you, and itâs for your ears only. I donât want my wife or Roger to get wind of it. Thank you, Liz.â
Beep.
âEnd of messages.â
I wonder if Liz had attended her meeting with Pastor Fritz. It would have been the morning of the auditions. The same day she died.
And who was Roger?
âAntoinette Chloe, these messages show that Darlene isnât paying the bills. Their creditors must be desperate for them to ask Liz for payment. If there are two on the machine, there are probably a lot more who havenât called yet,â I said.
I needed to sit down, but where? I didnât want to touch anything since I was smack-dab in the middle of another crime scene. So I kept looking for something
â
anything
â
that would help us find Lizâs killer.
What I did see was a Sandy Harbor Sheriffâs car drive very slowly down Daffodil Street and pull over in front of Lizâs house. I knew immediately who was driving.
âOh crap! Double crap! Antoinette Chloe, itâs Ty. I think heâs coming here. He canât catch us! Letâs roll!â
She looked as panicked as I felt. We both hurried to the back door. She flip-flopped as I crutched.
ACB locked the door as I hopped down the stairs as if it were an Olympic event and assumed my position on the dolly.
âHurry, Antoinette Chloe!â
In her haste, she lost a