Sunday, February 25, 2018

(29) I am what I am

~ Quinn ~

The woman, who told me her name was Bonnie, shook her head. “I’m not sure. I had some shopping to do after work and she wasn’t here when I got home.”

“Is she usually?”

“More like we usually come home together since she works for me.” Bonnie looked at me, frowning. “Why do you need to talk to her?”

“It has to do with her doctor.” I figured Bonnie probably knew this Blair was seeing a therapist but I wasn’t about to say so right out, just in case.

“Albert? What about him?”

“I take it you know she was seeing him.”

“Sure, I’m the one who originally set it up. Blair had been having really bad nightmares and since he was a friend of mine I suggested she talk to him.”

“Do you mind if we sit down?” I asked, glancing at the sofa.

“Oh, no, not at all. I’m sorry.” She waited until I had and then sat down at the far end, looking at me worriedly. “Has something happened to Albert?”

“He was murdered Friday night.”

Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked at me in shock. “He was what? You can’t be serious. Who would want to kill him?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Since Miss Ryley was possibly the last one to see him I need to talk to her.”

“You don’t think…” She glared at me. “No way would Blair kill someone. She doesn’t have it in her.”

“I’m not suggesting she did but she might have noticed something, either in how he was acting, or after she left his office.”

“I suppose it’s possible. Do you want me to have her to call you when she gets home?”

“If you don’t mind.” I took out my card and handed it to her.

“Of course not. As a matter of fact I’ll put it in her room where she’s sure to find it, along with a note, just in case I’m asleep.” She got up, found some paper and a pen and scribbled a quick message before stapling the card to it. Then she headed down the hallway, presumably to Miss Ryley’s bedroom.

She was back seconds later, a stricken look on her face. “She’s… All her things, they’re gone.”