In the hospital canteen Gould and Weed were enjoying some coffee when
Jones burst in. Weed we got to get out of here, now! Jones whispered
excitedly. "What's the matter," asked Weed. "I was out by the main
entrance and saw Sue Verdoun and my wife come in. Gould you got to stall
them while I slip Weed out of here." Jones said. "Better you meet me at the
car while I do the sneaking out. If she catches you with me it will be far
worse. Trust me I photograph things like this for a living." Weed said.
"Ok," said a shocked Johns. Weed covertly made his way to the parking lot
while Ray and Gould provided an over watch. "If you will do your normal
job of questioning your suspects wife. I will join Weed and get out of here.
One more thing I should warn you, Sara is one dam fine corporate
Attorney." Ray Said. "Great," muttered Gould as Jones departed.
To call Susan Verdoun distrait was an oversimplification. She was scared,
shaken, worried, and living in a state of disbelief. Her friend, since college,
Sara Jones was with her for support and some legal advice. Sara Jones
enforced a clam on her self so she could be there for her friend. Detective
Gould introduced himself to the two women and asked a few questions trying
to find some motive for Mr. Verdoun's strange behavior. After the
questioning Gould went to a different waiting room to hold a separate vigil
over the sleeping man.
Dorothy Simmons was not pleased by her midnight caller. Mrs. Simmons
answered the phone with a very annoyed, "Who da hell is callen at this
hour." "Sorry to disturb you at this hour, This is Detective Register. Is this the residence of Mr. William Simmons," the woman on the other end said.
"Yes, I'm his wife, he is not here, he is a good man! What do he pole-lease
want with him?" Asked a worried Mrs. Simmons. "Mrs. Simmons do you
know were your husband is?" Cash asked. "He should be on the Amtrak to
Savannah he is going down to visit his niece. Is he in trouble? What do
want from us?" Said the upset Mrs. Simmons. Having the information
he/she wanted Cash paused for a moment trying to figure a way off the line
with out causing any more distress to Mrs. Simmons. In desperation Cash
used the truth," Mrs. Simmons would you describe your husband as a
Caucasian male in his mid thirties five foot ten, medium build with blue eyes
and brown hair?" "Sister! Have you got the wrong man, He is 55 years old
six foot tall, overweight and black as the night is long" said a relived Mrs.
Simmons. Cash apologized and got off the phone quickly.
