Every House Has a Secret - 30

 

 

"Did you call George's kids?" Rand asked when Brady told him about his conversation with George Hodges.

 

"Not yet. I did find addresses to go with the phone numbers, which allowed me to do a bit more research into the bothers. Colin lives upstate and owns a bookstore."

 

"I like him already," Rand said.

 

Brady shook his head, muttering, "Of course you do. Frank lives a bit farther away and works for a plumbing company."

 

"Married?"

 

"Neither of them is."

 

"Maybe this weekend we should go visit Colin. It would be much easier to read his reactions in person than on the phone."

 

"On what pretext?" Brady asked. "We can hardly accuse him of pretending to be one of the Thatchers without proof."

 

"I'm a reporter. I'll tell him I'm doing a series on murders in the late sixties and how the police handled them, compared to what they would do today with the same case."

 

Brady eyed his husband. "You just came up with that off the top of your head?"

 

"Well, no. I was thinking about how we could get them to talk to us while doing an interview with a real estate developer who's trying to convince a neighborhood group they really need to have a fifteen story apartment complex in their area. Not sure what the connection between that and the Hodges brothers is, but…"

 

"You were bored with the interview and your mind wandered?"

 

Rand chuckled. "Maybe. The guy did keep talking without saying anything new or relevant. But then those types are good at that."

 

"I'm sure. Okay, we'll plan on going up there on Saturday. You should call first, to make certain he'll be there."

 

"Yeah, and hope it doesn't scare him away."

 

"I doubt it will. If we're right and it was him and his brother posing as the Thatchers, and they were searching for the gun or something else, he might welcome the chance to talk about his grandmother's murder."

 

"Let's hope."