Sunday, May 05, 2019

You've Come A Long Way Baby!!!!

Books are what it's all about. First, I was part of a local author book signing on April 25th at the Pulaski County Public Library in Somerset, KY. I was one of 16 authors who had books there. I did a lot of networking. Sold three books and was asked if I would consider speaking to a mystery book club. The answer, absolutely!

From there it was onto Perry, Florida for a speaking engagement at the Taylor County Public Library. The other author who was supposed to be there with me was unable for health reasons. However, I did have her signed books with me. They were featured right beside my own. About 20 people showed up and we had a good discussion about books and writing. I sold two books for the other author. I have a follow-up call to make tomorrow. 

Returning to the hotel, the night clerk had come in early hoping to catch me as she could not make the book signing. She bought 8 of my books. I autographed them all. The clerk going off duty took a picture of each book, my business card, and my phone number. She sent them to a friend who has a book review group, works in a library, and runs a book club. I am hoping to hear from her on a speaking engagement later this year in Valdosta, GA. 

Back at home I was still without internet. It went down on April 25th. Since I was going out of town I scheduled a repair person for May 3rd. So, I've spent time working on Macy book 4. It's past time for it to be completed. I've also started something new with a different type of character than I normally do. It is shaping up nicely, so we'll see where it goes. Macy and a Christmas book will round out my books for this year.  I'm working on some writing books and will begin working on 2020 books when Macy and the Christmas books are done. 

In addition, I've been making baby layettes. Two have been delivered already as the babies are here. I have three completed and am most of the way through another with just one left to go. It's giving me a chance to use up baby yarn and keep myself from going stir crazy. 

I've managed to get in a mile of walking most days and up to 3 miles on some days. Depending on if I am working in the yard or trying to find more of my house. 

The current challenge is getting curtain rods up and draperies hung. I have learned the southern exposure of my bedroom, kitchen, and living room makes it too hot in my house even with the air conditioner and ceiling fans running. So, black out curtains it is. 

I am so ready to launch some new things with my writing programs. The behind the scenes have been bustling. Keep watching for more updates and new stuff. 

My interactive mystery went well. I've been waiting on feedback. I'd like to take it into high school English classes for about 13 days and see how it goes. Working on the networking to get it done.

Prepping to go on tour with a group of women entrepreneurs in 2020. So, will be out and about. Will give you a schedule so maybe you can catch us in your town or one close to you. 

Keep reading and writing.
TTFN
Rebecka Vigus
the Writer Whisperer (TM)

Friday, March 29, 2019

Murder or Not? Chapter 12


Murder or Not?

By

Rebecka Vigus

Copyright©2019

All Rights Reserved



Chapter 12

Sam had promised her dad she would stay with him until the case was solved. The limo had deposited her at the pick-up site and she had climbed into her dad’s car for the drive to his house. He would drop her a block from work in the morning.

She arrived at her office to see Anna already at her desk. Wondering if she missed a new case or if something had popped up, Sam entered, “Good morning, Sunshine.!”

“Hey, Sam,” Anna greeted her.

“What brings you in so early?”

“Checking to see if I can find the whereabouts of the Hillman brothers,” she answered. “I don’t want them sneaking up on us. I want to know where they are and what they are up to.”

“Great plan!” agreed Sam. “Speaking of Hillman’s, Dad has Mrs. Hillman stashed where they shouldn’t be able to find her. In fact, she is under an alias. So, when you go to visit her this afternoon, you are to drive to the police station, park around back, and enter the back door. Dad will take it from there.”

“The chief is having fun with the cloak and dagger stuff, isn’t he?”

“You bet, wait until you see your disguise.”

“Ooh, disguises,” Anna chirped.

“So, have you located the brothers?”

“Oh, yeah and they’re not where they said they’d be,” Anna told her unhappily.

Sam, who was tired of the guessing game, said flatly, “Spill it.”

“Seems they returned home late last night,” answered Anna. “Police were called to Misty’s and the boys were arrested on assault charges. Misty was pretty banged up so, they transported her to the local hospital. A neighbor stayed with her kids.”

“Good and bad,” Sam replied. “Good we know they are in the local jail. Bad Misty was hurt.”

“Easy for the prosecutor when we go get these two. He’ll be able to add the assault to the other charges we’re going to have,” Anna stated. “Hopefully they will throw away the key this time.”

“Agreed.”

           The rest of the morning was uneventful. Sam let her dad know where the Hillman brothers were, and Anna planned to come by at lunch time to go see Mrs. Hillman.”

           She spent the rest of the morning going over everything they knew about the case and checked to see if there were any pending employee checks to be done. Both left for lunch at the same time. Sam hitched a ride to the station to have lunch with her dad.

###

The chief and Sam had take out in his conference room. Sam started the conversation about the Hillman brothers.

“Anna found out the Hillman brothers are in jail. Seems they arrived home early to find Mama gone and hightailed it to Misty’s. When she wouldn’t tell them where their mother was they gave her a good beating before police and an ambulance arrived. A neighbor took her kids and Misty is in the hospital,” she told him.

“So, we have them in jail on assault. It will help with the assault charges for elder abuse to their mother,” he responded. “I see Anna headed out for Tender Mercies.”

“We are taking turns,” Sam replied. “Dad, why does Mom think you and I don’t get along?”

“Most likely because I was opposed to you becoming a police officer, then I was against you becoming a private investigator,” he answered. “Those are the only two things we ever disagreed on, for some reason, they have stuck in her mind.”

The conference door slammed open, one of the deputies was waving an envelope. “Chief, they said you was to get this ASAP,” he explained. He paused when he realized Sam was in the room.

“What is so all fired important, Tim?” the chief asked.

“This here’s the report from the lab you been waiting for,” he stumbled trying to get it to the chief.

The chief took it saying, “That’ll be all, Tim. Thanks.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said stumbling on his way out of the room and closing the door.

Sam covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. “He must be new.”

“Barely out of diapers,” the chief agreed. “You want to do the honors?” He handed her the envelope.

She took it saying, “Finally, we will know the father of Bryleigh’s baby.” She slid the report out and began reading. “Well, this is a fine turn of events. The father is Matt Weaver.”

“Wait, he was the hit-and-run,” the chief said reaching for the report. “How on earth?”

“I think it’s time we have another chat with Robert Bakersfield. I thought he said Tom was sweet on Bryleigh,” Sam speculated. “Do you think she was seeing them both?”

“Only one person will have the answer,” the chief told her.

“Yes, and I intend to call her as soon as I get back to work,” Sam assured him. “Misty has been holding out on us.”

“Seem likely, she was trying to protect the image of her friend,” the chief told her by way of explanation.

“Could be.”

They finished lunch in silence and Sam left by the back door and walked back to her office. Anna had already returned.

###

“Have I got some news for you, get our friend Misty on the phone,” Sam said as she went to her office. “We need her on speaker.”

“Hello,” Misty answered on the first ring.

“Hi, Misty, it’s Anna. I’m going to put you on speaker, so Sam can talk to us, too.”

“Sure.”

“First, how badly were you hurt last night?” Sam asked.

“I got me a broken arm, and a bruised face, but I’ll be fine. How is Mama?”

“She’s got pneumonia, but she’s being well taken care of and should recover,” answered Anna.

“Whew, I’m glad we got her away. The boys are in jail right now and I plan to press charges. They tore off my front door and broke some of my furniture, too,” she sounded indignant.

“I’m glad they are locked up, but I have a couple of questions about Bryleigh,” said Sam.

“Ask away.”

“First, how did she meet the college boy?”

“They met at a beach party. He was one of three guys who came together,” Misty told them. “I hooked up with the rich one, Baker something.”

“Robert Bakersfield?” Anna asked.

“They called him Bob, but yeah that’s him. Why?”

“Which one did Bryleigh hookup with?” Sam wanted to know.

“She spent the entire party with the other two. I’m not sure which one she liked best, but it was Tom who go run out of town,” Misty told them.

“Did she see anyone else that summer?” Anna asked.

“She might have, but she seemed to be pining for Tom.”

“Well, Misty, she must have hooked up with both of them,” Sam said bluntly. “She was pregnant by Matt, not Tom.”

“That explains why the brothers were so mad,” Misty began, “she couldn’t tell them which one the father was. She must not have given them a name.”

“Possibly,” pondered Sam. “Thanks for helping. Take care of yourself.”

“I plan to. Might be time to move away from this place. Find someplace to live and take Mama Hillman with us.” Misty sounded like she was trying to convince herself moving was an option.

They disconnected and sat in silence for a moment.

Anna spoke first, “We need to talk to the brothers to find out who was at the water falls with Bryleigh. I’m beginning to think she might not have been a suicide.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing,” Sam agreed.

“Are we taking the chief?”

“We don’t have a choice, he’s the law.”

“You can go with him. I’ll hold the fort,” Anna offered.

“I’ll call him and see what he wants to do.” Sam said as she absently picked up the phone and hit speed dial.

“Chief, here,” he answered.

“Hi, Dad. We just talked to Misty. It seems Bryleigh was seeing both Tom and Matt. My guess is she wouldn’t give her brothers a name because she didn’t know which one the father was. They ran Tom out of town then, followed him. I think they are responsible for his death. I also think they tried to make it look like someone from the Mason family was responsible for the death of Matt Weaver when one of them actually killed him. I also think one of them wants to go after Robert Bakersfield and the other is tired of this vendetta,” explained Sam.

“So, you want to go talk to them?”

“Right.”

“I’ll be by to get you in about ten minutes. I have some things to finish up here first,” he told her.

“Sounds good.”

###

They drove to Walker Falls in silence. The chief had called ahead to make arrangements to talk to the brothers with an attorney present. The stipulation was only one brother in the room at a time. Sam’s roll was bystander.

“Dad,” she started, “have you got a list of questions to ask?

“Don’t need a list, Kiddo,” he assured her. “I’ve been on this case with you the entire time. I have more than enough questions. I did however, put a pad and pen in the briefcase in case you want something asked I might have missed.” He chuckled as she turned to look at him. “You didn’t think I’d leave you out, completely did you?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t.” She turned back to watch the road.

At the jail, Bryce Hillman was first on the list for interview. He was in an interrogation room with his court appointed attorney when the chief and Sam arrived. They were led to the room and entered.

Sam took the seat to the left of her father. The chief began, “I’d like permission to record this session.”

The attorney nodded in the affirmative.

A recorder was placed on the table by Sam and she pushed play.

The chief spoke into it, “Today’s date is March 29. In the room are Bryce Hillman, Samantha Worth, Chief Worth and attorney…”

“Evan Ames,” the attorney said clearly.

“Mr. Hillman, we have some questions to ask you about the death of your sister, Bryleigh Hillman,” the chief began again. “Were you present at Walker Falls when your sister went over?”

“Yeah, I was there,” Bryce responded.

“Can you tell us what happened?” asked the chief.

“She was heartbroken because the father of her child up and left. She didn’t want to bring shame on her family being an unwed mother,” he sniffed. “Me and Brian were trying to talk her out of jumping. We pleaded telling her we’d help her with the kid. She just wouldn’t listen and the next thing we knew she was off the side.” He hung his head and added, “I’ll never forget her scream.”

“When did you start beating your mother?” asked the chief.

Bryce looked up, “I ain’t never beat Ma. Who told you I did?”

“It doesn’t matter how we found out, we did,” the chief told him. “Now when did it start?”

“Someone’s lying to you!” he shouted. “I don’t beat women!”

“Back up there, big guy,” the chief said calmly. “You are currently here under charges of assault on Misty Manning. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Misty is a woman.”

“Misty don’t count,” he stated. “Besides it was mostly Brian who hit her.”

“Was it mostly Brian who beat your mother?” asked the chief.

“Well, he is hot-tempered,” Bryce agreed.

“It might surprise you to know we also have the transcripts from your divorce. I believe there is damming testimony from your ex-wife as well as emergency room reports where you beat her on several occasions,” the chief calmly continued.

“Bitch never pressed charges,” Bryce smirked when he said it. “Only time she ever spoke out was when she took my kids. Besides a man has the right to keep his woman in line.”

“What can you tell me about the disappearance and death of Tom Mason?” the chief tossed in the change in subject.

“Who the hell is he?” Bryce shouted.

His attorney put a hand on Bryce’s arm, then asked, “Where is this leading, Chief?”

“Just connecting some dots,” the chief told him.

“Tom Mason went missing on a hiking trip with friends. You and your brother were seen in the area just before he went missing,” answered the chief.

“Oh, is he the college boy who got lost and fell off a cliff?” Bryce wanted to know. “I recollect reading about it some time ago.”

“Yes, shortly after your sister jumped off the falls.”

“I don’t recall ever meeting him,” Bryce stated.

“Witnesses say you had a heated conversation with him before he left the staging area with his friends,” the chief told him. “His friends said you ran into each other on the trail later in the day.”

Bryce shook his head, “It ain’t coming to me, Chief.”

“What can you tell me about Matthew Weaver?” the chief asked.

“Chief, you are throwing out names and I don’t know these people,” Bryce responded.

“Do you recall hearing about a hit-and-run accident involving a motorcycle and  a pick-up truck?” the chief demanded.

“Can’t say I do.”

“Bryce did you send anonymous letters to Worth Private Investigations?” continued the chief.

“Got no reason to send letters of any kind to a PI,” he answered. “This who you brung with you?”

“You left a fingerprint on the last letter,” the chief said ignoring Bryce’s question.

“I didn’t leave no fingerprint nowhere,” Bryce insisted.

“Are you sure?” asked the chief.

When there was no answer, the chief continued, “What beef do you have with Robert Bakersfield?”

“Ain’t he the millionaire’s son?” Bryce asked.

“He is,” the chief confirmed. “Do you have an issue with him or his family?”

“Nope, ain’t never met the man,” Bryce stated firmly.

“Would it surprise you to know both Matthew Weaver and Robert Bakersfield were the companions Tom Mason was with on the mountain?” the chief asked.

“Them two lily livered guys?” scoffed Bryce.

“Then you do know them?” the chief pounced on his answer.

“I seen ‘em,” Bryce responded. “I don’t know them. There’s a big difference. Didn’t even know their names.”

“Thank you both for your time,” the chief said. “Sam, turn off the recorder.” He looked at Mr. Ames asking, “Do you have questions for us?”

“No, Sir,” he answered.

Sam and her father stood and left the room. Outside they asked if there was a private room they could use. Once inside the chief said, “You didn’t hand me any questions. So, what are you thinking?”

“Let me ask the questions of Brian,” she answered. “I want to make him think Bryce is pinning everything on him.”

“You think Brian is the weak one?”

“Yes, Dad, I do,” she answered. “Bryce is, too sure of himself. He’s been interrogated before. I don’t think Brian has. I think Bryce has always shielded him. Now backed into a corner he’s throwing his brother under the bus, so to speak.”

“Good, good,” the chief responded. “You ask the questions, he’ll think you have no authority.”

“Okay,” agreed Sam, “Let’s get this over with.

###

They had Brian brought to the interrogation room. Mr. Ames was again seated at the table. Again, the chief asked to record the session. Receiving permission, he spoke into the recorder, “Today is March 29th, present in the room are Samantha Worth, Brian Hillman, Attorney Evan Ames, and myself, Chief Worth.”

Sam smiled at Brian asking, “How are they treating you?”

“Just fine, Miss,” he answered.

“I have some questions about the death of your sister, Bryleigh,” she told him.

He nodded.

“Can you tell me what happened on the day she died?” asked Sam.

“We were up at the falls, Bryleigh, Bryce and me. Bryce told her we were going on a picnic, Ma packed us a basket.” He paused taking a breath. “Bryce and me was going to get her to tell us who fathered her baby. We was going to find him and make him do the right thing.”

“Did she tell you?”

“No, she got all mad and started screaming. Bryce told me to grab her. I did,” he hung his head. “I held her while he smacked her in the face. He was shouting, ‘Tell me, you little whore!’ It was awful, and I let her go. I tried to step in front of her, but she was too close to the edge and she slipped. She screamed, but I couldn’t get to her and she fell.” Tears ran down his cheeks. “I killed her, trying to protect her. Bryce was so mad I thought he was going to toss me after her. He made up this story about her killing herself. People believed him.”

“What happened after?” Sam asked gently putting her hand on top of his.

“Bryce had told everyone she went to the falls with the babies father, so he was on a mission to find him,” he answered.

“Did he find him?”

“Not for sure,” Brian told her. “First, he went after Tom Mason, because he’d run the guy off earlier for hanging around Bryleigh and she seemed really sad after. Then, he found out about this Matt guy. I don’t know much about what happened, just he died in a hit-and-run.”

“How did you learn about the hit-and-run?” Sam was curious.

“Bryce showed me the newspaper and told me, he done it,” answered Brian. “I saved the paper in my room under the mattress. It’s there with some pictures of Bryleigh, I wanted to keep, when Bryce started tossing all her stuff out.”

“Keep going,” urged Sam.

“He got some crazy idea about doing something to Robert Bakersfield or his family. I just couldn’t let him hurt no one else for something we did. I started sending letters to S. A. Worth Investigations,” he confessed.

“I am S. A. Worth Investigations,” she told him. “You were trying to stop him?”

“Yes, Ma’am, but I thought you was a man,” he seemed incredulous. “I wouldn’t have called you them names if I knew you was a woman.”

“I have another question,” she told him. “Who beat your mother?”

“Bryce did the beating. I set her broken bones,” he answered. “Is she okay?”

“She is,” Sam assured him. “She has pneumonia, but she is being well-cared for.”

“Thank you,” his response was sincere. “I’ll take any punishment if she is okay.”

“Will you testify against your brother?” the chief interjected.

Brian looked at the chief, “I sure will.”

Sam looked at the attorney who sat mute through both interrogations and asked, “Do you have any questions?”

“Can I have a copy of both tapes?”

“Definitely,” the chief answered.

Brian spoke up, “Will you tell Ma, I’m sorry?”

“Yes, Brian,” Sam said.

The chief shut off the recorder and they stood. He held his hand out to the lawyer. “I’ll get this to you in a day or two.”

“Appreciate it, Chief,” he said as they shook hands.

Brian remained seated as they left the room.

###

On the drive home, Sam asked, “How does it feel to clear two murders and an accidental death in one day?”

“It feels better, I can let the Bakersfield’s know there is no longer a threat to their families,” he answered.

“I hope they can all rest peacefully now,” was Sam’s comment. Then she added, “I want to share Brian’s tape with Mrs. Hillman. She has a right to know what really happened to her daughter. He’s finally free of the guilt he’s carried all these years.”

The chief smiled, “I fully agree. I’m going to ask for some leniency on his charges as he fully cooperated with us. He sent the letters trying to put a stop to the madness.”

“Bryce is responsible for two murders, his life will be spent in prison,” she said. “I wonder if Brian will make it parole?”

“Hard to say,” the chief told her. “I think he’d tougher than he looks, but I know he’d take whatever prison life throws at him. He’d think of it as penance.”

Sam’s smile was sad, “So many lives ruined by one man’s ego.”











































Epilog

Bryce was sentenced to life in prison without parole. The charges of assault were dropped in favor of the murder convictions.

Brian was sentenced to fifteen to twenty years with the possibility of parole in seven and a half years. He would be seventy-six and a half years old when he came up for parole.

Misty Manning recovered from her broken arm, sold her trailer and moved away from Walker Falls. She took Mama Hillman with her.

Mrs. Hillman lived to see one hundred and died peacefully in her sleep. She was buried next to her beloved daughter, Bryleigh in Walker Falls.

Tom Mason’s family was glad to learn what really happened to their son. And to have their name cleared of any wrong-doing in the death of Matt Weaver.

The Weaver’s not only mourned their son, but the loss of a granddaughter. The one Bryleigh was carrying when she went over the falls.

Bryce’s ex-wife, had remarried and lived with her husband safe in the knowledge Bryce would never be able to hurt them or their children. Unbeknownst to Bryce, his children had been adopted by their step-father and two younger siblings followed.

Anna and Samantha set to work on their next case. Relieved to have prevented another tragedy and saddened by the senseless loss of life in this one.



















Friday, March 22, 2019

Chapter 11


Murder or Not?

By

Rebecka Vigus

Copyright ©2019

All Rights Reserved



Chapter 11

Sam called her father on the way in to explain the situation. “I really believe we should take her to the hospital, for x-rays and a general health check-up, but I need someplace safe for her to stay. I really don’t want her sons to know where she is,” her anxiety showing in her voice.

“I understand,” the chief replied. “You drop Anna off and take Mrs. Hillman for a thorough check-up, if she’s had any broken bones it will give me grounds for an arrest. I’ll work on someplace safe.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem. Just wish we had the DNA results in,” he lamented.

“Should be ready in a week,” Sam reminded him. “It gives us a week to plan a strategy.”

They rang off and she told Anna and Mrs. Hillman the plan.

“I couldn’t just stay with you?” Mrs. Hillman asked.

“No, there is a chance your boys will try to strong arm Misty and she would give my name if they threatened her kids,” Sam replied. “My place is the first place they’d look. I thought about the jail, but it didn’t seem like someplace I’d want to stay so, it won’t work.”

Mrs. Hillman nodded, “Appreciate that. Don’t want to bunk with criminals, been living with two for years.”

“Exactly,” Anna agreed.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Sam dropped Anna off at the office and she and Mrs. Hillman went onto the hospital.

 They were greeted by the head ER nurse, Abigail Wilcox, who said, “We got a call from the chief to expect a VIP to come in with you, Samantha. Please, won’t you both come this way.” She led them to a private examination room and started asking Mrs. Hillman questions. “What is your age?”

“I’m eighty-six,” she answered.

“Do you have any allergies?”

“None I know.”

“Do you have any medical problems you are being treated for?

“I don’t go to the doctor, so I’m not being treated.”

“Have you ever had any broken bones?”

“Couple broken arms and a broken leg.”

“Did you go to a doctor for those?”

“No, Miss. The boys put splints on me. The one on my leg didn’t take too well. It’s why I hobble more than walk.”

“Okay, I’m going to get your blood pressure, take your pulse and look in your ears and throat. Finally, I’m going to listen to your heart,” the nurse told her. I’m going to step out and talk to Sam. Please remove everything but your bra and underwear and put on this hospital gown.” She nodded to Sam and they left Mrs. Hillman to get in the hospital gown.

“Samantha, this could be serious. If she’s not had medical care, she could be a ticking time bomb.”

“Relax, Abigail,” Sam said. “She’s under police protection. We believe she has been abused by her sons. We also believe her daughter was killed by one or both of them. Dad told me he was lining up a safe place for her.”

“I’m worried her health could put her in jeopardy,” Abigail responded. “She could have heart problems, liver, kidney disease, even cancer.”

“Well, get in there and check her out.”

“Come on, we’ll face the together.”

Abigail knocked on the on the door. She opened it when she heard a feeble “Come in.”

Mrs. Hillman was seated on the gurney with one hand holding the back of the hospital gown together.

“Let me tie that for you,” Sam said walking behind the woman to tie the gown together.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Hillman said.

“Okay let’s start with your blood pressure,” Abigail began. “I need you to uncross your legs.”

Mrs. Hillman complied. Abigail took her blood pressure after she placed an oxygen meter on her finger. She then felt Mrs. Hillman’s neck for lumps. “Mrs. Hillman, will you look straight at me?” Abigail held a small flashlight and looked at her eyes. Then she asked, “Stick out your tongue for me.” Again Mrs. Hillman complied. “Now I’m going to look in your ears and listen to your heart.”

Mrs. Hillman sat very still as the nurse looked in her ears. Then as she put the stethoscope to her chest. As the nurse moved the stethoscope to her back she said, “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” Mrs. Hillman did. “Again, please.” She did as she was asked.

“I need to take your temperature, then you and I are going to get an MRI. Samantha will wait here with your belongings. It shouldn’t take, too long.”

“Fine with me,” Mrs. Hillman responded.

Abigail put the thermometer in her mouth and waited until her hand-held machine beeped. “Good, ninety-eight point six. It’s normal.” She stepped out of the room for to get a wheelchair.

She came back saying, “I have your carriage, Mrs. Hillman.” She helped the woman settle in the chair, then put a blanket over her. “It gets drafty in those gowns.

Sam watched as they left the room. Taking out her phone she put a call into her dad.

“Chief, here,” he answered.

“Just the man I wanted to talk to,” she joked.                                                                     

“Where are you?”

“At the hospital, Dad. Thanks for the VIP service. Mrs. Hillman has just gone for an MRI. Can you believe she has never been to a doctor?” Sam was incredulous. “She says she’s had two broken arms and her sons set them. They also set a broken leg, but they didn’t do it right, because she walks with a limp.”

“We have a definite case for elder abuse,” the chief said angrily.

“Dad, she suspects one or both of the boys were responsible for the death of Bryleigh.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me in the least.”

“We’re going to be a while, have you found a place for her?” ask Sam anxiously.

“Sure have, but you’re going to have to take a drive,” he answered.

“Great. We need dinner and I don’t want to take her out, just in case.”

“Figured, so the first place you are coming is here, through the backdoor,” he told her. “I’ll give you food and the rest of the directions then.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when we’re on the way.”            

After ringing off, Sam paced the small room waiting for Mrs. Hillman to return.

###

Once Mrs. Hillman was returned and settled on the gurney, Abigail turned to Sam, “Can we talk outside?”

“Sure,” she responded following the nurse outside.

“This is serious,” Abigail began, “Not only has each arm been broken at least twice, her leg was broken in two places and not set right, she’s suffered at least three broken ribs, and she has pneumonia. We need to keep her here and treat her before it really starts filling her lungs. Her heart and other organs are fine. Blood work came back fine other than the infection. I want to start her on an IV-intravenous infusion-of antibiotic now. When did she last eat?”

“Lunch, but I need to call the chief, before you do anything,” Sam told her.

“Samantha, time is of the essence here. We don’t have any to lose or we could lose the patient.”

“I understand. Give me five minutes.” She reached into her pocket for her cell phone and hit speed dial.

“Chief here.”

“Dad, we’ve got a situation. Mrs. Hillman has pneumonia. She needs IV antibiotics and she needs them now,” Sam told him.

“Let me talk to Abby,” he responded.

Sam handed her phone to the waiting nurse. “Yes, Chief,” she said.

“Abby, I have Mrs. Hillman going to a nursing facility, can you arrange transport?” he asked.

“Sure, no problem.”

“Okay, put Sam back on.”

She handed the phone back to Sam. “What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Abby is going to start the IV and arrange for transport. Mrs. Hillman is going to Tender Mercies, they have doctors and nurses on staff. You come here and get dinner, then you can go make sure she’s settled,” he told her.

“Thanks, Dad.” She clicked off the phone and nodded to Abigail.

The two of them went inside and explained to Mrs. Hillman what was going to happen.

“Can I please have my own night dress out of the car?” she asked.

“I’ll go get it now while Abigail gets the IV ready,” Sam told her and left the room.

“Mrs. Hillman, you have been a trooper through all of this,” Abigail said. “I know you are going to get the best care. They are making you a special dinner and Sam will be out to see you in about an hour. She wants to give you time to get settled.”

“Thank you all, so much,” she said as tears ran down her face.

Sam re-entered carrying the bag Mrs. Hillman brought with her. They stepped out, so she could change into her own night gown. After about five minutes they came back in and helped her get settled, so Abigail could put in the IV and start the antibiotics.

Sam walked to Mrs. Hillman’s side. She leaned down to give the woman a gentle hug. “I will be out to see you tonight.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Sam quietly left as Abigail talked to Mrs. Hillman about what she was doing.

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Arriving at the back door to the police station, Sam locked her car and let herself in. She followed the aroma of food down the hall to the conference room. There she found the chief. “Hey, Dad, you really outdid yourself tonight.”

“I’m not done yet,” he replied. “You are being driven to Tender Mercies in a limo and I am taking your car to my house.”

“A limo, Dad?” she queried. “Isn’t it over doing it just a bit?”

“Needed a good way to disguise it was you,” he answered producing a blonde wig.

Sam laughed for the first time in days.

After dinner Sam took her limo drive to Tender Mercies, where she was led to a spacious room. Mrs. Hillman looked very tiny in her bed.

“Oh, Sam!” she exclaimed. “I was so afraid I would fall asleep before you arrived. This is such luxury and dinner was a feast.”

“I’m so glad,” Sam told her as she approached the bed to give her a hug.

Mrs. Hillman hugged her back, asking, “What’s with the wig?”

“Had come incognito, in case the boys have tracked us,” answered Sam. “I didn’t want to put you in jeopardy.”

“Do you think they will come?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “They won’t want anyone knowing they have beat you over the years, especially the police. It would mean trouble for them.”

“Shoot,” she responded. “The whole town knew what they were doing and did nothing. Misty was the only who ever tried. You will let her know I am okay?”

“Of course, but I promised not to stay too long. You need to rest. Today has been stressful,” Sam told her. “I’ll be back to visit and so will Anna. We’ll keep you up-to-date on what is happening.” She hugged Mrs. Hillman again.

“Goodnight, Sam,” she said softly.

“Goodnight.” Sam kissed her forehead and left.













Friday, March 15, 2019

Chapter 10


Murder or Not?

By

Rebecka Vigus

Copyright ©2019

All Rights Reserved

Chapter 10

Sam was waiting for Anna when she came in the next morning. “We need to brainstorm,” she said as Anna came in. Sam handed her a cup of coffee. “Leave the machine to answer the phone.”

“What’s up?” Anna asked.

“I’ve got something niggling in my brain,” Sam answered. “I thought if we could hash around some things about the case, it might take hold.”

“Shoot.”

“Let’s start with the Hillman’s. We know about the brothers from their background checks. We know where they work. Yesterday we learned they ran off all of Bryleigh’s boyfriends.”

“I’m with you so far.”

“We don’t know anything about the mother except the boys take care of her. I think we need to talk to her,” Sam spit out.

“How are we going to get through the brothers to talk to her.”

“Here’s where brainstorming comes in,” Sam replied. “I was wondering if we could somehow get her to Misty’s and talk to her there. We might get her to agree to let us record it.”

Anna nodded, “Yeah, it could work. How soon do you want to do it?”

“Ideally, yesterday, but we need a good reason for Misty to invite her over and we have to get Misty to keep it secret.”

“Let me work on Misty,” Anna said. “You get a small recorder and work up the questions you want to ask.”

“Sounds like a plan. Do we need to discuss yesterday?”

Shaking her head, no, Anna said, “I think we are both on the same page. There is something hinky with the brothers and their relationship to Bryleigh.”

“Okay, I had dinner with Dad last night,” Sam said, a smile lingering on her face.

“How is the chief?”

“Fine, he made pot roast with all the fixings. We talked about the case,” she answered. “I don’t think he’s sure where it’s going either. Let’s see how soon we can get the Misty thing set up. I don’t want the brothers to hide their mom away.”

“Agreed, I’m on it.” Anna took the rest of her coffee and headed to the reception area. Their two-woman office was working just fine. She looked up the phone number she’d used to call Misty before and started dialing.

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By noon Anna had Misty ready to help. She entered Sam’s office and laid out the plan.

“According to Misty, the brothers go out of town on Tuesday nights and don’t return again until Thursday night. They always seem to come back with extra cash,” Anna told Sam. “Misty has Mrs. Hillman over for lunch on Wednesday every week. So, if we were to pop in on Wednesday, we could talk to her then and it would be nothing out of the ordinary.”

“What if the brothers don’t go out of town?” Sam asked.

“Misty will call us Wednesday morning if they are still around,” Anna explained. “We’ll just have to put it off a week.”

“I’m in if you are.”

“Glad you agreed,” chuckled Anna. “I’d hate to have to go up there by myself.”

“I cannot imagine where they have her living.”

“We should have scoped out their addresses.”

“After lunch on Wednesday might be a good time for scoping out addresses,” Sam said. “Maybe we could offer to take Mrs. Hillman home after lunch.”

“I like your thinking.”

“With all this work done, I’m ready for lunch or are you eating in?” asked Sam.

“Lunch it is.”


After lunch Sam and Anna talked about how they wanted to approach the subject of Bryleigh with Mrs. Hillman. Maybe Misty could bring her into the conversation.

They wrapped up the day, hoping DNA would come through soon.

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The next day as Sam and Anna drove to Misty’s, they rode quietly. Both wrapped un in their own thoughts.

How did Bryleigh end up dead? Was someone with her at the falls? What made her brothers so protective? Why were her brothers out for revenge? Was Robert Bakersfield or someone in his immediate family in danger?

Misty’s trailer still looked rundown and forlorn. They parked and got out of the car. Taking in the rust and deterioration of the trailer. Kids toys were strewn across the lawn.

Misty was at the door waiting for them. “Hi, ya’ll! I’m so glad you could come,” her voice sounding bubbly. She held the door open for them.

Sam was surprised to see an elderly woman sitting on the sofa a cup of coffee in her hand.

Quickly Misty made introductions. “Mama Hillman this is Samantha Worth and her associate Anna Wilkins. Ladies, this is Mama Hillman.”

“Please to meet you,” Sam said putting her hand out. “Please call me, Sam.”

Mrs. Hillman reached for Sam’s hand and ask, “Are you the ladies looking into the death of my Bryleigh?”

“Yes, Ma’am, we are?”

“Good, I really want to talk to you.”

“Let’s go get lunch we can all talk in the kitchen,” Misty suggested.

They went to the kitchen and everyone took seats. Misty had made a pasta salad and some finger sandwiches. She offered sweet tea and coffee. Anna and Sam took coffee as did Mrs. Hillman.

Sam started off, “Mrs. Hillman, why don’t you tell us about Bryleigh and then ask your questions.”

As they ate their meal, Mrs. Hillman began, “I was young when I married my husband about fifteen. We lost a baby girl and then the following year the twins came. I was overwhelmed. My husband was a drinker and stayed away most nights with his buddies. I had no one to help with the boys.

“By the time they were ten, my husband had taught them to be mean. He abused me and the boys especially when he was drinking. I tried to protect them. I lost a couple more babies over the years. Then one day a young feller came drifting through town. I saw him at the grocery store. The boys were acting out as usual. He was so kind. He helped me get my groceries to the car and promised the boys he’d be by in an hour to take them fishing.

“He was true to his word. Jasper was his name. He come ‘round every day while the boys was in school and he’d be waitin’ for ‘em when they got home. He did some odd jobs for me. I am not sure how it happened but one day we ended up making love. Bryleigh was the baby of that union.

“Jasper was long gone before I even started showing. I never told him I was pregnant. It was the one thing I kept for myself all those years. At first after she was born the boys just steered clear of her. As she grew up they became her protectors. As they got into high school, they heard rumors about some guy who was hanging around just before Bryleigh was born. There daddy was gone now more than he was home, but the boys started wondering if there was some truth to the rumor. One night they beat me to get the truth out of me. I had to tell them so, they wouldn’t hurt Bryleigh.”

She paused and took a big gulp of her coffee. Then she plunged in again.

“Bryleigh got so she was sneaking out to keep her brothers from coming into her bedroom at night. They told her, she was their whore to use since she was only half their sister. She tried to run away several times, but the always found her and brought her back. I’m not for sure the baby she was carrying didn’t belong to one of them. They keep me away from people except for Misty. If they find out I talked to you, they will beat me.”

  Anna jumped in, “Mrs. Hillman, you are leaving with us today. No one is going to beat you again.”

“I couldn’t they would find me,” she protested.

“No one will find you. I promise,” Sam assured her. “We know of safe places to put people who need help.”

“Misty, you were right to tell me to bring a bag,” Mrs. Hillman smiled at her.

“I just knew these ladies could help.”

“Let’s get these lunch dishes cleaned up and get you out of here,” Anna suggested.

“No, way!” Misty said. “You get Ma Hillman and go. I am capable of doing dishes.” She turned and hugged the woman she affectionately called Ma. “I don’t never want to hear from you again.”

Mrs. Hillman had tears running down her face, “Bless you for bein’ a friend to me and my girl.”

They walked to the entry where a small bag was waiting for them. Anna picked it up. Since there were no close neighbors they walked to the car and got in. Mrs. Hillman sat in the back seat.

“Mrs. Hillman, there is a blanket back there and a pillow,” Anna told her. “Please lie down and cover yourself completely. We want to be well away from prying eyes before you sit up.”

The woman complied, and they drove off. It was a quiet ride for about fifteen miles, when Sam said, “Mrs. Hillman you may sit up now.”

Seeing no response from the woman in the back seat, Anna turned in her seat and pulled the covers down. Mrs. Hillman was sound asleep.

“Drive carefully, she’s sleeping, and we don’t want her hurt in an accident,” she told Sam.

The unexpected turn of events had landed them with many more questions. Sam was trying to think of where they could stow her for the night until arrangements for a safe haven could be made.