She Dun It

She Dun It

“Hey, Officer Bartell!” The officer in question kept his back to the speaker as he rolled his eyes and smoothed his expression.

“Well, how are yah, Mr. Sable? How’s your bursitis?” he said.

“Fair to middlin. Got any clues in that home invasion over at Miz Clyde’s?”

“You know I can’t talk about a case!”

Marc Sable sat down in the visitor’s chair at the officer’s desk. Kevin sighed and sat down behind it.

“What can I do for you?”

“I think I know who did it.”

Kevin raised his eyebrows.

“I’m listening.”

“I happen to know she’s been having money troubles. They’re fooling around with her pensions. Making her go through hoops. Why I had to buy her some food and pay for her prescriptions last week!”

“Really? What about that no-account nephew of hers?”

“She’s been ‘lending’ him money for years. He’s always stopping by to see her, but never to pay her back! “

“About the home invasion?

“You came here to tell me, so out with it!”

“I think she did it herself!”

“Why?”

“Fear. She’s had insurance on her house and her life for years. Now she needs money.”

“So, she wants to claim the insurance to do what?”

“She’s been wantin’ to move into Elm Haven since it opened. Her nephew don’t want her to. He wants to have power of attorney for her finances.”

“What do I do?”

“Let her get away with it! When she’s better from the beating she gave herself, send her straight to Elm Haven. I had my lawyer put her pension and other monies in a lifetime trust.

As for misuse of police services, admit that it’s the most excitement you guys have had in years.”

“I’ll explain it to the Chief, but no promises.”