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Detective Peters climbed slowly out of his unmarked SUV and stood in the street, looking at the building with a frown on his face. He obviously thought he was in the wrong place.
Flo opened the front door and called out to him, motioning him inside.
His look of perplexity soon turned to one of disapproval. “Mrs. Bee. Why am I here?”
She looked around to make sure nobody noticed his arrival. “Hurry up, come inside.”
He narrowed his gaze but did as she asked. “Is TC here?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I can’t imagine any other reason you would have come to this…place.”
Flo shook her head. “That’s not important. We need to talk about Parks.”
But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at Agnes. “Why is she standing there with her hands out and her eyes closed?”
Flo rolled her eyes. “She says she’s meditating.”
“Don’t ask,” Flo told him. “Agnes! Will you join us please?”
Her friend opened one eye and gave the Detective a wary look. “I’m fine right here. I think I’ve come to grips with the germs in this two square foot area.”
Peters chuckled, earning himself a glare from the germaphobe. “Oh. You’re not joking.”
“Look around, Detective. Do you think I’m joking?”
“Whatever.” He dismissed Agnes, focusing on Flo. “If you have an idea where Trisha is, tell me now. We’re wasting time. I can’t shake the feeling she’s in trouble.”
“I already told you. Parks has her.”
“Mrs. Bee, we’ve been over this…”
“And you refuse to see what this man is capable of. I’ve seen, Detective. More than once. You have to trust me. TC’s life may depend on it.”
He sighed. “Okay, tell me what happened.”
Flo filled him in on her encounter with Buddy Parks at the diner.
Peters looked very unhappy when she was finished. “Did anyone else hear him threaten you?”
“No. He’s too smart for that.” Frustration made her frown. She knew Peters thought her feelings about Parks were coloring her opinion and she was afraid he’d dismiss her concerns because of it.
She was right. Peters shook his head. “I can’t confront the man based only on your word, Flo. I’m sorry.”
Flo fought tears. “You’ll be very sorry if TC gets hurt because you’re just too dang stubborn to listen.”
He looked at the floor, his face flushed and his jaw tight. He was obviously angry at her. But he was also worried. And Flo hoped that would be enough to make him see reason.
“I’m not asking you to arrest Parks. Just stop by his home or place of business and see what you can see.”
“If he does have TC he’ll just lie about it,” Peters told her, looking miserable.
“Use your instincts, Detective. You have very good ones.”
He expelled air. “I guess it’s worth a try.” When he caught Flo’s eye again his gaze was taut with fear. “TC’s in trouble and I feel helpless.”
She patted his arm. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling this will all end tonight.”
“Mrs. Bee, whatever you’re planning you need to give it up. You’re not equipped to deal with a murderer. Leave that to the police.”
Flo shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Agnes and I are just staying here while our apartments are fumigated.”
He glanced toward Agnes and her friend quickly closed her eye. “Om,” she chanted, her eyes squinched shut.
“I got your om,” Peters muttered. He stopped at the door. “I mean it, Flo. Go home and give this up. The last thing TC would want is for you two to get hurt because of her.”