They gathered around the table to share a huge meal and were peppered with questions from Camille. “Do y’all have a cause of death yet? Any suspects? What about the wife, she’s probably involved, right?”
Coop held up his hand. “We don’t know much of anything right now. It’s still early and we’ve been interviewing people all day and need to get out to Donelson to interview another person as soon as we’re done here.”
Ben added, “We won’t have the autopsy results until tomorrow. The wife has hired your illustrious nephew to investigate and I don’t believe she’s involved.”
“Oh, my. Well, you never know. I’ll try to find out more for you boys tomorrow. I’ve got a hair and nail appointment at Bella’s, so I’ll get the scoop.” She touched her wisps of white hair, barely disguising her pink scalp. She kept standing appointments at Bella’s every other day to have her thin hair fluffed by an expert. She smiled as she shoveled out giant wedges of peach pie and topped each with a generous dollop of whipped cream.
Feeling stuffed, both Coop and Ben gave Camille a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for supper, Aunt Camille. It was superb,” said Coop, as he patted Gus on the head. “I’m going to take the Jeep and follow Ben out to Donelson. I’ll see you when I get home.”
“Gus and I will be waiting. Take care.” She waved from the door and coaxed the dog inside when they drove away.
“Come on, Gus. We’ve got a mystery to solve.” She buzzed for Mrs. Henderson, the housekeeper and weekday cook, who lived in the caretaker’s cottage with her husband. He tended the gardens and did general handyman work around the estate. Mrs. Henderson would clean up Camille’s kitchen and get things ready for Monday.
Camille retrieved her flowery notebook and Gus hopped up onto the chintz sofa in her sitting room and watched as she scanned the list she teased from her visit with Eula Mae. She began writing notes next to the name of each partygoer from last night. “Somebody on this list is a murderer, Gus.” Her pale blue eyes twinkled with delight.
Gus sighed and plopped his chin on her leg, ready for a night of secret sleuthing.
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