Casey Mayes - A Killer Column

“Oh, no, you didn’t just do that,” I said out loud. I dialed star 69, and her voice came back on. “Hello?”

“It’s Savannah,” I said.

“I thought we had that cleared up,” she said.

“You did, I didn’t. I need to see you. Are you still at the Crest?”

She hesitated, and then said, “I don’t see what that has to do with anything. You’re not going to be able to change my mind.”

And then she hung up on me again! My blood was boiling when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

“Savannah? Are you all right?”

It was Sylvia Peters, the Bridge Queen herself. “I just got off the telephone with Kelsey.”

The woman arched one eyebrow. “She’s dreadful, isn’t she?”

“Is she making you rewrite your columns, too?”

Sylvia looked confused. “No, of course she isn’t. Hold on, you just said, ‘too.’ She’s actually making you resubmit your work like some kind of neophyte? I wouldn’t put up with that if I were you.”

“I’m not, but she won’t even take a meeting with me to discuss it. What a wretched little weasel she’s turning out to be.”

Sylvia grinned, and I asked her heatedly, “Is there something you find funny in all of this?”

“I know her room number,” Sylvia said.

“Tell me.”

She hesitated, and then said, “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I can talk you out of this, is there?”

“No chance whatsoever.”

Sylvia shrugged. “Well then, I tried. She’s in one-two-two-four. Good luck.”

I waved back to her as I rushed toward the elevators. Kelsey might think she was going to muscle me again, but she was sadly mistaken.

I got to her room and knocked on the door.

There was no reply.

“Kelsey, I know you’re in there.”

“Savannah?” she asked through the closed door. “Is that you?”

“In the flesh. We need to talk.”

“I don’t think so,” Kelsey said. “I’ve said all I need to say.”

I pounded again. “Then you can listen while I talk.”

“There’s no way I’m opening this door while you’re so agitated.”

I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm myself. She was right. It wouldn’t do to start shouting and threatening. I’d already done that once in the past few days, and look where it had gotten me, on top of the police’s prime suspect list.

“Okay, I’m better now,” I said a minute later. “Could I please come in?”

She hesitated longer than I would have liked, but after thirty seconds, the door opened.

Before I could say a word, Kelsey said, “If we can keep the conversation civil, I’d be happy to hear your concerns.”

I started to snap at her again, but then realized that would get Security up here. I focused on remaining calm. “Kelsey, surely you can see that it’s not fair to keep rejecting my puzzles and giving me shorter and shorter deadlines.”

“I understand your predicament, but one of our biggest newspapers called me two minutes after I faxed your puzzle to them and they turned it down.”

“It was Cragen, wasn’t it?”

She hesitated, and then said, “Yes, as a matter of fact, it was. How did you know that?”

“He turns one down every month as a matter of form. Trust me, he doesn’t even read the snippet, let alone work the puzzle. Did anyone else complain about it?”

“No,” she admitted reluctantly, “but we can’t afford to lose his paper as a client.”

“Trust me, you won’t. Do you still have the easier puzzle I sent you?”

Kelsey nodded. “Of course, but I still don’t think it’s strong enough to go to the newspapers, especially while we’re transitioning into a new management organization.”

“Send it to him,” I said.

“Savannah, weren’t you listening?”

I stared hard at her, but fought to keep a friendly expression. “Kelsey, take my word for it. He’ll run the easy one, and then for the next puzzle, send him the one he bounced today.”

She looked shocked by the idea. “But he’ll just reject it again.”

“If he does, I’ll write another one just for him. But if he doesn’t, I want a promise from you.”

Kelsey looked clearly uncomfortable by the request, but finally, she asked, “What would that be?”

“If I’m right, stop bouncing my puzzles, at least without giving me a fair chance to explain myself before you do.”

“Yes, I can understand how that could be aggravating.” She added, “Would you excuse me for a second?”

Was she going to start crying? I hadn’t meant to be so rough on her. “Absolutely. I’ll wait right here.”

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I walked around the room, admiring the view from her window. When I glanced at the chair, I saw something poking out from under one of the pillows. It looked like a yellow sticky note, and when I lifted the cushion up, I found Derrick’s planner! There were handfuls of yellow notes bristling out from it like quills on an angry porcupine, with the exception of a single lime green note. This might just hold a clue that would lead to figuring out who had killed him. Why was Kelsey hiding it? I could understand why she’d want it, since it had Derrick’s plans and notes all through it. I started leafing through it when the bathroom door opened. It was too late to put it back where I’d found it, so I shoved it into my bag, hoping she wouldn’t notice its absence.

Her makeup had been freshened when she reappeared. “Savannah, I hope you’ll forgive me. I’m new at this, and it’s turning out to have a pretty steep learning curve.”

“It’s all right to ask questions,” I said.

“That’s one thing I don’t have the luxury of doing. I should explain why I didn’t want to see you earlier. I haven’t had a minute to myself all day. It’s been a string of malcontents coming through my door since nine o’clock this morning, and I’m at the end of my rope.”

“Who’s been here?”

“Who hasn’t? First there was Brady Sims, then Sylvia Peters, and then Cary came by with some man named Lassiter.”

“What did they want?” I asked, not being able to see those as a team, unless they were actually having an affair after all.

“They were asking questions about Derrick’s businesses that I didn’t have the answers to.”

At least I wasn’t the only one she’d suspect of the theft.

“Well in that case, I’ve taken up enough of your time,” I said as I headed for the door. The sooner I could dig into that planner, the better chance I’d have of seeing if it had any clues that Zach and I could use.

I had one hand on the doorknob when Kelsey said, “Stop. Something’s wrong.”

It was clear that I was busted.

How in the world was I going to be able to explain this?

“What’s wrong?” I asked Kelsey as I turned around.

“Something’s missing,” she said.

“You’ll have to give me a better clue than that.”

“Derrick’s planner,” Kelsey said, and I felt the bottom go out from under me. “It was right here.”

“Right where?”

“Under the cushion of this chair.”

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this, but I wasn’t ready to confess that I’d taken it just yet. I had one chance to muddy the waters, and I was going to take it. “When’s the last time you saw it?”

She frowned, and then admitted, “It was last night. I was going through a few of his notes for the week, and I jammed it under there when Mindi Mills came to the door with some story about missing Derrick so much.”

“Mindi was in here, too?”

“For a minute. I got her a cup of water, and then she left.”

“Did you look at the planner after that?”

Kelsey paused for a second and then said, “No, I sort of forgot about it. I had so many other things to do, you understand.”