Murder in Waiting - Lynn Cahoon Page 0,38
laughing. “Caron, if I remember the sequence right. I’ll write up what I found and send it to your email tonight after dinner. I guess if you’re working, I can do a bit of work too.”
He leaned over and kissed my neck. “I’m glad I have someone like you in my life. And I’ll make it up to you.”
“One of the reasons I love you. You always feel guilty about working too hard, so we get amazing trips out of your guilt spot.”
He stood and went to the grill to start the hamburgers. “That’s because I know what it’s like to have a partner who is less than understanding. You’re a gem and I don’t want to take that for granted.”
We were on thin ice again, talking about our exes, but it felt better than before. The we part felt stronger. So I changed the subject. “I have to finalize the top-three party plans for Amy tomorrow too. It’s going to be a busy day. Maybe work will be slow and I can do that in the morning, before my shift ends.”
“That sounds good. I talked to Justin, and the guys are doing a bar crawl that night. No preplanning required. Although I’m a little worried about Harrold.” He sat down again. “I hope he’s up to a night filled with partying.”
“I feel the same about Aunt Jackie. The party can’t be too crazy, like rock climbing, which I’m sure Amy would love.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure how you’d fare either.”
“I could hang. Probably literally. I’d fall my first few feet.” I watched Emma as she patrolled the perimeter of the yard. “So you think ax throwing should be out as well?”
“Most definitely.” He went to flip the burgers. “These are going to be done quick. What other ideas are on your list?”
I gave him the rundown, and the ones I thought I was going to present to Amy. He nodded and commented in all the right places, but I knew his mind was on the murder investigation. Greg was always thinking.
After dinner, he put away the extra food while I rinsed the dishes for the dishwasher. After we were done, he pulled me into his arms. “Gotta go. I’ll be home late.”
“I’ll be here, sleeping.” I kissed him. “I hope you solve this soon. Frank deserves better.”
After I typed up the wives’ information and sent it to Greg, I pulled out my notebook and looked for holes. I did a Google search on Frank Gleason. Several pictures at high-end charity events with Frank and guest showed up. Or Frank and his spouse. Most of them were with wife number one. Lynda Evans Gleason. From the jewelry and designer duds she wore, I figured she must have come from money. I found an article with one of the pictures and read through it.
“Whoa.” I grabbed the link and sent it to Greg. He called me a few minutes later. I didn’t even say hello, just started the conversation with, “Did you know that?”
“That Frank was the only child of a multimillionaire, and he managed the family charity trust?” He chuckled. “Lynda didn’t mention that. Now I need to track down Frank’s attorney to see who’s in line to inherit. Thanks for the info and the list. I’m trying to set up interviews for tomorrow. I already canceled my appointment with the DA. I don’t have a clue where to even focus my energy. Hopefully, the interviews tomorrow will provide some clarity.”
“I just can’t believe Frank was rich. He acted like a normal person.”
“Just because you come from money doesn’t mean you can’t be normal,” Greg reminded me. “Someone’s here. I’ll talk to you later. Call me when you turn in.”
I set the phone on the coffee table and turned on the movie channel. Thankfully, they were playing an older movie I’d seen and loved. But not too much. I didn’t want to get distracted from the internet searching. I finished clicking on all the links for Frank, so then I looked up his charity to see if it had an internet presence. It didn’t. I put a note on tomorrow’s schedule to look up the annual filings at the courthouse for the charity. It had to file paperwork sometimes.
I also used Google to look up contact information for Lynda. I knew Greg had already interviewed her, but maybe she’d tell a reporter for the South Cove Gazette more than she would the police. I called the number and wasn’t