Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Murder, She Wrote. This is just funness! Also, any likeness to any persons living or dead is scrictly coincedental, except when it's not!
Upon entering the terminal in a Chicago airport Jessica spotted a restaurant labeled The Gaslight Lounge. She checked her luggage through which proved to be even more of a hassle than expected due to the particularly heavy traffic in the airport. But that was yet another trivial matter that need not bother her when traveling around Christmas. Turning in a few circles again looking for the lounge she finally pointed herself in the direction she wanted to go and rolled her hefty suitcase on wheels behind her thankful for whoever it was that first decided "Suitcases should roll".
She walked directly to the lounge where she'd been told she'd find her great-niece Christine Magnall. The last time she'd seen Christine was 17 years ago on Christine's first birthday. She'd kept in touch of course as she did with all her nieces and nephews but hadn't seen much in the way of pictures of Christine. She wasn't sure how she'd recognize her but she was told that Christine would find her. In fact the reason she was visiting instead of staying in Cabot Cove for a white Christmas with Seth was because of a phone call she'd received from Christine. The details were still a bit shaky to her but she was hopeful that her arrival would calm Christine down enough that she could get some more details of the ordeal.
An ornately decorated sign stating "Please seat yourself" was waiting at what would be the receptionist's podium and Jessica following her instructions found a table for two near the back of the busy restaurant. She'd just gotten settled in when an over-loaded waitress came bounding through the doors behind her and before Jessica could say anything tripped over the wheels of Jessica's suitcase spilling three glasses of water mostly on herself and breaking two others.
"Oh dear!" Jessica cried out quickly getting out of her chair to help the poor girl clean up the broken glass and dry the water with a towel hanging from the waitress' shoulder.
"Oh you don't have to do that Aunt Jessica I can get it" she said losing her balance and falling directly into the puddle of water.
"Yes I can see that Christine" Jessica responded holding out a hand for the young woman.
The girl looked up at Jessica with wide blue eyes her peaches and cream complexion reddening. She was dressed simply in her uniform for the lounge a white shirt with black pants vest and bow tie. Her blonde hair held back in a simple ponytail was dripping with the water she'd just emptied from the glasses. Surprisingly she looked somehow more intelligent than expected after witnessing her spill. Yet there was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to suggest a certain youth to her character. Her eyes though sparkling seemed old tired and too wise for their years a problem which Jessica planned to remedy in her great-niece.
Taking Jessica's hand the girl stood and told Jessica "Well thank you but I'm not Christine."
Jessica was puzzled. The young woman had called her "Aunt Jessica" hadn't she? Jessica's own sparkling blue eyes reflected her confusion and prompted a chuckle from the waitress.
"I'm Christine's friend Kelly Phillips" she added shivering. "She's been talking about you so much I feel like you're MY great-aunt Jessica! It's absolutely a pleasure to meet you. Christine will be out soon I'm sure."
"Well it was nice meeting you as well. Would you like to join us?"
"No I really have to be getting back to work. Besides I've got this mess to clean up. Whose idea was it to put suitcases on wheels anyway?"
As Kelly finished her question a beautiful young woman with brown tightly curled hair and burdened dark blue eyes wearing nearly the same uniform as the former came bursting through the double doors leading to the kitchen her expression changing definitively from contentment to frustration and finally to anger in a matter of mere seconds.
"KELLY! Not again!" she nearly screamed walking quickly over to the drenched blonde not even noticing Jessica. "That's the third time this week you've toppled your tray. I can't keep covering for you!"
"It was my fault really" Jessica broke in unable to watch the young woman sit in silence to be reprimanded. "I shouldn't have had my luggage in the aisle."
The brunette turning to Jessica gasped at the first glimpse of her face and threw her arms around Jessica's neck.
"Aunt Jessica! You're here!" Christine exclaimed close to tears.
"I said I would be didn't I?" Jessica told her hugging her.
"Of course! But I just
well I just
" she stopped short.
"Just what?" Jessica prompted.
"Oh it doesn't matter. You're here" she replied finally letting loose of Jessica. "And I'm so glad!" she added a sadness in her eyes that Jessica couldn't overlook.
"So uh
I hate to interrupt but you were about to yell at me Christine" Kelly interrupted with a smile.
Christine gave her friend's arm a playful jab to which Christine responded by wincing and told her to finish cleaning up her mess and then join the two at the table Jessica had chosen.
"I need you to help me tell Jessica the whole story."
"The whole story?"
"Yup."
"Wow! Some undertaking! You sure you want to go through all that again?"
"No but I know that Jessica can help. And if she can help---it's completely worth it."
"All right. I'll be there as soon as I can" Kelly replied lightly half-hugging Christine. "It'll be fine. I'm sure Aunt Jessica can figure it out." Winking at Jessica who in turn smiled warmly at her she saluted Christine and returned to her work as Jessica and Christine each took a seat at the table.
"She seems nice" Jessica started after a few awkward moments of silence.
"Oh she's wonderful" Christine replied staring blankly into nothingness.
"Christine?" Jessica asked calling the young woman's attention back to her.
"Sorry Aunt Jess. I'm a little pre-occupied."
"I noticed. Christine I realize I've never been your closest Aunt geographically but you've shared a lot with me in your letters and e-mails. That doesn't have to stop because I'm sitting in front of you."
"Oh I know" Christine responded staring again into nothingness. "It's just
still hard to talk about."
Jessica reached across the table and put a hand on Christine's own shaky fidgety hands.
"Start at the beginning."
"The beginning
" Christine sighed. "It seems so long ago. Everything was easier then. We didn't expect it to happen to us�Xnot us. Not here. We were so safe here." She paused for a moment staring silently into empty space again. Dragging herself from her reverie she continued "Sorry Jess. I guess I'm getting side tracked."
Jessica put her other hand on Christine's trembling hands and looked compassionately into her teary blue eyes.
"Take your time."
Christine nodded.
"It really started about three months ago when one of the teachers from a middle school around here somewhere was found--- dead in an alley somewhere. We didn't really think anything of it at the time. After all this is Chicago. Crime does happen. But then the next week on the same day at almost the same time they had an anonymous call to report that the same thing had happened---only this time to one of the teachers from my old high school. The next week---same day same time---same call. And again the next week. By that time everyone had started to detect a pattern but no matter what anyone had done about it it was always a teacher or professor."
"I can take it from here Christi" Kelly replied sliding into the booth and placing an arm around Christine's shoulders. Christine nodded.
"Anyway about a month ago---the pattern apparently shifted---from teachers to students."
Jessica's horror had finally bubbled over the top but left her speechless. After all what could be said?
"Obviously because we're students at Roosevelt we were concerned about that. We did everything we could to avoid it too�Xstayed inside never went anywhere alone were very cautious very careful. That is until one of the girls from our dorm disappeared."
"I was furious. She had the room directly to the right of ours. I can't tell you what she meant to me---to both of us really. She was always there. She was a constant. Someone we could always go to---always talk to. She understood everything. And suddenly this
this horrible man just took her away from us. I didn't know what to do---except to help look for him" Christine interjected her anger clearly showing through. "And that's when it happened." Both girls were silent.
"What happened?" Jessica questioned.
"He came after me" Christine whispered barely audible above the buzz of the busy restaurant.
"What?"
"He obviously didn't kill her---" Kelly began. "But that's only because Christine had called the police a half an hour before to tell them where she'd be. They tried to stop her but---"
"But I'm stubborn" Christine broke in softly. "I couldn't let him get away with all that he'd done Aunt Jess. You understand that don't you?"
"Well
"
"Anyway the police got there just in time but the creep escaped" Kelly interrupted.
"And so did I---with only a few bruises a slap on the wrists from the police and small dents in my walls of pride and confidence. Thank Heavens for Tae Bo in PE" Christine added.
"I don't understand Christi---what is it that you want me to do?" Jessica queried.
"Help them. Help them get this guy" Christine pleaded.
"Me? I'm not a detective�X" Jessica began.
"Oh Aunt Jess don't kid yourself---you might as well be with all the sleuthing you do!" Christine replied. "Face it---you're the only one who can get this guy."
"I'm sure the police are doing their job to solve this."
"Yea the problem is they're idiots" Kelly added rolling her eyes.
"I'm sure it's not that terrible."
"You don't know these guys Mrs. Fletcher. Most of them are from the sticks. Things have gotten really bad in our precinct. Nobody wants to be a cop. So we get the losers from the sticks who can't tell Stephen Sondheim from Jerry Herman!" Kelly exclaimed.
"You're a musical theatre major aren't you?" Jessica questioned.
"Absolutely! What else is there?" Christine replied with a wink.
"I still don't understand what you think I can do about this! There are no clues---no suspects---there's nothing with which to start! Even Sherlock Holmes needed a clue!" Jessica told the young women.
"Just check into it. Please?" Christine asked her forehead creasing eyebrows curving and lips turning pouty. "You're going to be here until Christmas anyway. That's two weeks away! Surely you can accomplish something in two weeks! Please Aunt Jessica?"
Jessica looked at the girls' pleading faces their big eyes sad and teary and couldn't refuse.
"All right. Two weeks. I'll help. I'll do what I can" Jessica said a reassuring smile.
"Great!" Christine said jumping up from the booth. "Let's go home and get you settled in. Mom and Dad are jumpy about you coming too."
Jessica could only hope Christine's parents John and Amanda weren't jumpy because they too had a mystery for her to solve.
"Aunt Jess!" sounded a familiar voice as Jessica and Christine arrived at 1016 Casehill Road.
"Amanda!" Jessica replied stepping out of the car and hugging her.
"How are you Jessica?" came another voice from the front porch.
"I'm just fine John. You? How's school coming along?"
"Better than expected. The students at least have some respect this year" he told her grinning as he walked down the slippery porch steps to help with Jessica's luggage. "Be careful on those steps. Even with salt they tend to get quite slick."
Jessica heeded his warning and carefully eyed the steps before tentatively finding her footing on the first frozen step. She did the same with the next step. And the next. Christine came up quickly behind her but passed her on the steps jumping up one and then another as quickly as she could. She reached the top the fifth step lost her footing and slid all the way down to the bottom sending her purse and it's contents flying across the snow-covered front lawn.
"I'm fine!" she said laughing sitting still on the ground.
"Christine!" Amanda called. "Be careful. You've broken your wrist once. I don't think we need any more broken bones in this family!"
"Of course you would say that mom. You're a nurse."
Amanda's pale checks colored at that remark the effect seeming to darken her already brown hair and bringing out her blue eyes.
"I just want you to be careful" she said extending a hand to Christine.
"Thanks" Christine said grabbing her mother's hand with a grin and pulling her mother onto the ground with her.
"Christine Beatrice!"
"Oooh! The middle name! I'm in trouble now!" Christine added with a wink at Jessica.
Amanda who had her back turned to the others took this opportunity to throw the snowball she'd been forming at Christine. Christine reciprocated with a snowball of her own and the snowball fight began.
"Come on Jessica" John said quickly afterward. "These maniacs can make anything exciting. Let's get you inside before you freeze watching the two of them." He led her inside their modestly decorated home and up the flight of stairs adorned with gold Christmas garland and pictures of Santa's sleigh and each of his reindeer. To her right on the wall hung pictures of family. John's parents Amanda's parents cousins aunts and uncles and several of Christine and her brother John Jr. At the top of the stairs Jessica spotted a familiar picture of Frank and herself.
"Oh my! Amanda kept this?" she asked John a smile crossing her face.
"Oh absolutely" he told her. "She'd never let go of that. It's her favorite. She always loved going to visit you and Frank in Cabot Cove and that picture of the two of you by the sea was a reminder for her."
"Yes we loved having her there too" Jessica said gently straightening the picture on the wall gazing lovingly at Frank.
"You still miss him don't you?"
"Everyday" Jessica replied unable to take her teary eyes from the picture.
"I'll just set this in your room. It's the first door on the right. You can check it out whenever you feel like it. If you need to switch rooms just let us know. We can do that with no extra cost to you" John told her jokingly as he carried her luggage up the stairs and to the room he told her was hers leaving her to her memories.
"So what do you want to know" Amanda asked coming into Jessica's room late that night in her red plaid pajamas.
"About?" Jessica asked closing her book and removing her reading glasses.
"Whatever it was you said you wanted to ask me about at dinner" Amanda replied curling up next to Jessica on the bed her head in Jessica's lap.
"Fill me in. Just like you used to do."
"That was years ago Jessica. I was a little girl then."
"Well we could all use a bit of nostalgia just now" Jessica told her solemnly running fingers through Amanda's hair.
"True. What do you want to know?"
"I don't believe you ever told me how you and John got together. Start with that we'll see where it goes from there. We used to talk all night."
"Ahh" Amanda sighed wishfully. "I guess I miss it more than I thought. Could you ever be persuaded to move to Chicago?"
"Could you ever be persuaded to move to Cabot Cove?"
"Well in light of recent events I'd give anything to be transferred there---as long as there was something open for John too. You know he jokes a lot but he really adores teaching. Actually that's how we met. He was my English teacher in high school."
"What?"
"Yea. That's why there's such a huge age difference between us. Then I graduated high school and was working in customer service---remember? Oh how I hated that job. Anyway he was really sweet about coaching me for an interview---he was interested which thrilled me down to my toes because I was majorly crushing over him
"
They continued talking well into the early morning hours.
Meanwhile Christine lay awake staring at the ceiling. Jessica was right. There were no clues; how could she help? Christine hadn't even gotten a good look at the man. She was only certain that it was in fact a man. Beyond that she had no idea how to describe him. Christine's thoughts started running together and the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling became a blur as she drifted off to sleep.
Christine found herself standing off to one side on a dark side street. She saw two figures running towards her one behind the other. She felt she should know them but it was just too dark. The second figure began to catch up to the first one as they ran by Christine spraying her with dirty water from a puddle. As they passed Christine got a good look and instantly recognized them. That was him! The one who had attacked her! And the girl...that was... Christine sat bolt upright in bed and screamed "KELLY!"
John and Amanda were instantly awaked and running to Christine's room but it was Jessica who got there first and held a fragile weak and scared Christine in her arms. Amanda and John both tried to help comfort Christine but the young woman pushed them away each time clinging to Jessica. Amanda and John looked on helplessly hurt by the actions of their daughter. Jessica looked at them her eyes filled with concern and motioned for them to leave the room.
When they had gone Jessica still holding tightly to Christine began to rock back and forth with her as though she were rocking a child to sleep.
"Shhh
" Jessica began. "It's all right. It was just a dream. Kelly's fine. Want to tell me what happened?"
Christine lifted her head to meet Jessica's eyes with her own teary ones but it wasn't to talk about the dream.
"I don't think Kelly is fine Jessica. I just know something's happened."
"Why don't you call her and find out?"
"I
I can't
" Christine stammered and Jessica realized she was much too shaken and exhausted to be doing anything but sleeping.
"Tell you what. In the morning we'll go see her. Right now just rest."
"In the morning? But
what if she's
"
"Would it make you feel better if I called her now?"
"Yes."
But as Jessica started to get up to get the phone Christine didn't let go.
"No. No I
I guess we'll have to wait until morning. I mean you're right; it was just a dream. She's probably fine."
The words were coming out of her mouth but she didn't believe them.
"I'm sure she is. She's at home right now asleep like you should be."
"Will you stay with me Jessica?"
"Of course. I'll stay until you fall asleep."
Christine lay her head on Jessica's lap as her mother had done hours before and slowly drifted off to sleep Jessica gently running her fingers through Christine's hair to calm her.
"What happened Jessica?" Amanda asked as a look of panic crossed her face.
"She'll be okay. She had a nightmare. I can't say that's at all unexpected after what she's been through."
"Are you sure she'll be okay? Should I go sit with her?"
"She's asleep now if you go in you risk waking her up again. I think she'll be okay�Xbut I'll make you a deal---if she wakes up again---you'll be the first one in there."
"Why wouldn't she let us help?" John asked obviously hurt.
"I'm not sure" Jessica told him. "She's tired. She's frightened. She wasn't thinking clearly. Don't take it too hard or too seriously. I'm sure she won't even remember doing it and if she does she'll feel bad enough for all of us."
"I just don't know what to do" Amanda stated quietly tears filling her eyes.
Wrapping his arms around her John kissed the top of her head and suggested she go back to bed.
"Come on. Let's let Jessica get some sleep. Jerry Herman wrote lyrics for Dear World that say "your perfect day starts each tomorrow morning". Let's go to sleep and wake up later this morning and hope it works anyway" he told her putting an arm around her waist and leading her toward their room.
"Goodnight Jessica" he whispered over his shoulder as she closed the door of her room and plopped on her bed. She was asleep nearly the moment her head hit the pillow.
"Light the candles" Christine tried to sing her voice hoarse a wide grin crossing her face.
"Get the ice out! Roll the rug up!" Kelly cooed.
"It's
"
"TODAY!" they shouted together Christine sitting up brightly in her bed.
"So you ready to show your Auntie Jessica how to open a new window?"
"Oh I think she already gets that Kelly."
"Well I was just trying to stick with the same musical okay? I could've said to show Jessica a little priest but it wouldn't have been nearly as exciting now would it?
"Well
" Christine replied exploding with laughter. "Actually the idea of showing her a little priest is rather intriguing."
"Oh hush" Kelly said throwing a pillow at her. "Your Aunt Jessica is waiting for you downstairs. She says we can start investigating today if you wish."
Christine's ears perked up.
"I'll be down in a moment!" she declared scrambling across the bed and falling off of the edge prompting laughter from them both.
"Take your time quicksilver."
"Did you just call me a horse?"
"I wish we were privileged enough to get in on it" Amanda said under her breath but not low enough to avoid being heard.
"I'm sure she didn't do anything to intentionally hurt you Amanda" Jessica reiterated her earlier statements. "She's shaken up. You all are. Why don't you come with us today to do a bit of investigating?"
"Me? Investigating?"
"Well I told Kelly who will hopefully tell Christine that we'd be investigating today but I mostly have it in my plans to relax today and have a good girls day out. I'd be thrilled if you'd join us" Jessica bargained.
"Okay" Amanda said after a moment's thought.
"Have fun" John told them putting on his suit jacket and grabbing his briefcase.
"Oh I'm quite sure we will" Jessica told him winking at Amanda.
"Keep my favorite girls out of trouble will you Jessica?" he replied a twinkle in his eye before kissing his wife goodbye and heading out the door.
"Ready Amanda?"
"I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Then turning toward the stairs and yelling up the staircase she called "Girls hurry up there aren't that many hours in a day you know!"
Kelly flicked the bright blue furry balls on the ends of the silver chains that comprised these "earrings" and made a face as though she'd just munched on a fried calf's liver.
"Those are great Christi" Kelly said completely straight-faced. "If you're planning on going fishing and short a lure or two."
Christine shrugged and put the earring back on the rack looking out the store front at the people passing by their holiday packages weighing them down.
"Kelly! Look!"
"What?"
"Look who's here!"
"Who?" Jessica finally asked coming over to the girls and looking out the big picture window.
"It's Sargent Malin" Kelly told her. "There---in uniform."
"Oh? Who's Sargent Malin?" Jessica asked genuinely confused.
"He's the Sargent assigned to the murder cases" Amanda said her eyes following the Sargent. "He gives me the creeps Jess. There's just something about him."
"Well he is a Police Officer. He's been around a lot of crime that most of us couldn't even dream would happen" Jessica offered.
Amanda shook her head. "No I mean there's just something about him." She shivered and her arms filled with goose-bumps. She shook her head. "I'm probably just being silly and overly dramatic" she finished nervously chuckling.
Jessica wasn't so sure Amanda's hunches should be over looked so quickly and watched through the window as the uniformed officer walked around the corner to pass the front of the store in which they were standing. All four women looked at the racks of earrings and bracelets in front of them glancing up to follow the officer and not be seen but in vain. Sargent Malin had seen them staring through the window and waved as he came into the store greeting them cheerily on his way.
"Good afternoon ladies" he said bowing at the waist.
"Good afternoon Sargent Malin" Christine greeted him.
"Hey" Kelly said her eyes fixed upon the man.
"Good afternoon" Amanda mumbled her fists clenched her shoulders stiffened and Jessica nodded in acknowledgment watching Amanda's reaction to the man's entrance.
"Well I don't believe I know you ma'am" he flashed his pearly white smile in Jessica's direction.
"I'm Jessica Fletcher. I'm Amanda's Aunt."
"Ah! Here for a visit then?"
Jessica nodded.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in our fine city Miss? Fletcher." His eyebrows raised when he asked if her title had been "Miss" suggesting an interest and Jessica's disgust nearly surfaced.
Instead she smiled politely and replied "It's Mrs. Fletcher actually."
"Oops! My apologies! Well a man can dream can't he? I'm sure madam you have one lucky husband" he replied smoothly taking her hand and planting a kiss on it.
"Actually Uncle Frank
" Christine started to say but was interrupted by Jessica.
"Thinks the same thing" Jessica quickly finished for her shooting her a glance which seemed to tell her to avoid letting the Sargent know about Frank that went unnoticed by Sargent Malin.
"Well have a great day of shopping ladies" the Sargent said as he turned and left the store continuing his route whistling down the hallway.
Amanda sighed and made a conscious effort to unclench her fists.
"I don't know what it is about that man
" she began.
"He seems a little too
smooth
to be a Police Officer" Jessica finished her thought.
"Exactly."
"Well I have run across a few officers who felt they were above the law Amanda" Jessica told her. "But that's no reason to assume that of all of them. I haven't seen anything yet that's told me he's anything but a concientious officer of the law." Jessica gave Amanda a reassuring smile after she'd spoken but there was still a flicker of doubt in her own mind that couldn't be extinguished.
"Ladies" he greeted.
"Sargent Malin!" Christine exclaimed her eyes wide as she shifted in her seat to face him. "I didn't get to ask you earlier what's new with the murders?"
"We're still looking into finding connections. Sure they were all teachers but what did those teachers have in common?"
"Were they all part of the same teacher's union?" Kelly suggested.
"It's possible" Sargent Malin replied.
"Don't you know?" Christine asked frustrated.
"Not yet. I have some people looking into that sort of thing."
"And what about the student?" Kelly asked. "Remember Carrie Lewis?"
"She was studying to be a teacher was she not?"
"Yes but how do you explain me then?" Christine reminded him.
"You my dear baited a trap for the man and are quite lucky that nothing worse happened to you."
"Sargent Malin" Jessica interrupted. "Why is it that a homicide investigator is moonlighting as a mall cop?"
"Ah! Dear lady you have very great powers of perception" he intended it to be flattery and smiled insinuatingly at Jessica who in turn kept a straight face. "All of us down at the precinct take a turn monitoring the activities here at the mall regardless of our department."
"I see" Jessica replied skeptically. "Isn't that rather unusual?"
"Perhaps unusual but nonetheless safe" turning to the Christine and Kelly he responded with "This is Monday you know. We'll see what happens tonight." He turned on his heel bidding them good day as he did and continued his routine walk through the mall.
"Do you have enough clues now Jessica?" Christine whispered to her. "You know to start your investigation?"
"Enough to start. But we'll have to do some research ourselves. It seems as though Sargent Malin is going to be dragging his feet throughout this entire investigation."
Christine dropped her fork in her plate causing a loud clang which made everyone jump.
"What's going on Aunt Jess?" She practically screamed from anxiety.
"Well it seems that the Cabot Cover rumor mill has been working overtime that's all."
"And?" Amanda asked nearly as excitedly as Christine had her cheeks blushing.
"And
well to quote Mark Twain ��Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated'."
"Your death!" Kelly exclaimed. "What a rumor mill!"
"It's a small town" Jessica told her grinning.
"Still" Amanda began. "Most of the time the rumors start from something." And as she finished they were all interrupted by a knock at the front door.
"Who could that be?" John asked pushing his chair back and rising to get the door.
"I'm not looking forward to finding out" Christine said frozen at the table. "What if it's the ki--
"
"It's not" Kelly told her calmly.
Jessica rose and followed John to the door. As he opened the door her eyes widened to see a shouting newspaper waving angry Seth.
"It's bad enough that this reached your Boston reporter friend without being truthful but that you didn't have the decency to call and let us all know that you were all right just appalls me Jessica" he shouted coming through the door and handing her a once-wet tattered newspaper with a head shot of her underneath the headline "Mystery Writer Murdered" covering page one.
"Seth I didn't know and you needn't shout! I'm fine and my hearing is just as good as it always was."
"How could you not know you were dead?" he questioned his hands flying to his hips defiantly.
Jessica shrugged before replying "I'd like to think I'll have more important things to worry about when it happens" she said with a grin causing Seth more anxiety before he finally gave in exasperated.
By the time Seth had finally finished snacking on the foot he'd so conveniently brought to put in his mouth Amanda Christine and Kelly had all gathered to watch hearing the shouting from the kitchen.
Meanwhile Jessica had unfolded the paper and begun reading the article.
"You said Haskell knew about this?" Jessica directed at Seth.
"Who?" Seth asked.
"Haskell Drake. My ��reporter friend' from Boston."
"Oh him" Seth snorted. "Yea he called your house while I was there checking in on things."
"I'll have to call him and let him know I'm fine" Jessica responded. "Where are you staying Seth?"
"He could stay here couldn't he Mom?" Christine questioned Amanda.
"Absolutely! Come on upstairs Doc I'll show you to your room" Amanda told him.
"Oh I'd appreciate that but you don't have to
" Seth told her.
"Come on you can help us investigate" Amanda told him.
"Investigate?" Seth asked looking to Jessica his voice rising in volume and inflection.
"Of course! Jessica's helping us investigate the murders" Christine blurted out not catching Jessica's pleading glance to keep Seth in the dark.
"Murders?" Seth questioned. "Jessica
"
"Yes Seth?" Jessica asked calmly.
"Murders?"
"Yes Seth. Murders. Are you staying? Let me take your suitcase" she told him grabbing his suitcase and following Amanda up the stairs and to his room him huffing and puffing behind them all the way up to his room about murder investigations and danger.
"Seth you know you can't follow me everywhere I go" Jessica said sitting on the bed in his room later that evening.
"Jessica" Seth said with mock offense. "I came here to make sure you're still alive."
"Okay you know I'm alive but you insist on staying. Why?" she questioned trapping him in a proverbial corner.
"Jessica you find yourself surrounded by danger more often than not. As your friend I feel like I should be there for you when you do."
"Seth where's the danger?"
"Don't say that Aunt Jess" Christine said leaning against the doorframe. "You'll jinx it."
"I knew we should've closed the door" Seth remarked.
"Seth" Jessica reprimanded him.
"Well I'm just saying
" Christine told him slightly offended. "I'm not the one that followed my crush halfway across the country just to see her for Christmas" she added slyly. "Which I might add is about the second most romantic thing I've ever heard of" she finished turning lightly and walking door the hallway to the bathroom to brush her teeth faintly hearing Seth's snort as she did.
"Oh you know I'm just saying what you're thinking Doc" Christine yelled from the bathroom.
"What are you saying?" Amanda asked walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth as well.
"That Doc has a crush on Aunt Jess."
"You noticed too?" Amanda asked loud enough to be heard by Seth and Jessica. "I've been wondering for years when the two of them would figure that out about each other" she grinned at her daughter before lifting her toothbrush to her mouth and brushing her teeth vigorously.
"I am much too old for crushes" Seth told Jessica gritting his teeth.
"Oh I didn't say a word Seth" Jessica grinned back at him.
"Incidentally why did you follow me halfway across the country?"
"I
I
came because I heard you dead remember Jess" Seth stuttered.
"Is that the story you're going to stick to Seth?" she questioned her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Woman would you get off my case?" Seth retorted.
"In that case you can give me a hand" she started.
"Oh no you don't Jessica" Seth interrupted. "It's not your job to go investigatin' murders." He crossed his arms and stuck his chin in the air as though his words had any effect on Jessica's investigating.
"Seth please. It's only for a couple of weeks" Jessica told him. "There's no possible way that I can get into any kind of danger if you're by my side. Which is where I want you to be this time."
"Aww" Christine said coming to the door again. "It's so sweet. I'm so happy for the two of you!" she hugged them both said her goodnights and went to bed the rest of the household following suit.
"I got up early this morning to escape Seth's watchful eye and went to the library. Thankfully it opened early today. I looked up all I could about the union and found out that there are some college Professors at Roosevelt who used to be part of the same Union you here at Lincoln are a part of. So Kelly could've really been onto something when she brought up the teachers' union."
"Boy when you're left to your own resources---" John chuckled.
"I know" Jessica replied grinning as they heard a knock on John's door.
"Heard you had a famous writer visiting your classroom today" a woman dressed as a librarian complete with half-glasses resting on her nose tied to a string around her neck and a head of gray hairs pulled back into a bun said coming into the classroom. "I'm Charlotte Plank" she said extending a hand toward Jessica. "I'm the Home Ec teacher here at Lincoln High. No need to introduce yourself J.B. Fletcher."
"Good morning" Jessica replied surprised shaking the woman's hand.
"How'd you hear about Jessica?" John asked. "She's only been in town a couple of days."
"High Schools are like small towns John" Charlotte told him smiling.
"It's even worse when it's a high school inside a small town!" Jessica told them recalling her own days substitute teaching in Cabot Cove High School.
"So what brings you here Mrs. Fletcher?" the gossipy Charlotte Plank inquired.
"Just thought I'd look around" Jessica said casually. "Soak up the atmosphere."
"For another book?"
"Well no. Just for
me really."
"Oh?" another voice heavy with a Russian accent came from the hallway.
Jessica looked up to see a well-dressed thin middle-aged Ukrainian man standing in the hallway.
"Mikale Tsukerman" the man said coming to her and shaking her hand. "I teach Algebra."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Tsukerman" Jessica replied politely.
"Are you sure you're not here to solve dee murdehrs?" he questioned. "All dee sleuthing you do surely you can
well make progress on our murdehrs here."
"Oh I assure you Mr. Tsukerman I'm leaving the crime solving to the professionals."
"Too bad" the man replied. "The professionals surely are not capable of solving such a complex case."
"Oh? What makes you say that?" Jessica asked her eyebrows raised her curiosity aroused.
"Oh don't pay any attention to him Mrs. Fletcher" Charlotte Plank interrupted. "He had a brush with immigration shortly after arriving here in Chicago and he's been sour against the police ever since."
"Not true. The Officers were kind in
uh
dealing with my papers" the Russian said. "I simply do not think from what I observed that the Policemen are capable of handling such a case."
"What makes you say that?" Jessica inquired.
"Check with their Internal Affairs. They will tell you" he said leaving the room and heading across the hall to his own classroom.
John and Jessica exchanged glances that seemed to convey the messages each meant to convey. Jessica's that she had a new avenue to explore and John's that the wheels in Jessica's head were obviously running rapidly.
"Personally I let the Officers do their jobs" Charlotte chimed in. "But I've heard some Internal Affairs nightmares before myself."
"Oh?" Jessica asked again letting her curiosity lead the conversation.
"Well dirty cops and such. Happens a lot here in Chicago. Well it's not unexpected. A lot of the cops have Mafia ties. That Sargent Malin has a Grandfather in the Mafia. I'm not too sure about that Sargent."
"What makes you say that?"
"He's got a Grandfather in the Mafia. He's a cop. The cops have been trying to shut down the Mafia for years. Still haven't succeeded."
"I'm sure it takes more than that to shut down a whole organization" Jessica smiled.
"It's still pretty fishy don't you think?" Charlotte asked turning and walking from the room leaving Jessica to contemplate these new facts for herself.
Jessica sat in one of the desks in front and rested her head on her hand staring into the distance. Mob connections? Mr. Tsukerman and Miss Plank were the second and third people to express their concerns about Sargent Malin but so far Jessica had only seen a kind considerate side of the debatably good Sargent.
"What are you thinking Jess?" John asked sitting at his desk and taking a chocolate candy bar out of the top drawer.
"I'm just trying to fit pieces together. Although there aren't many pieces to fit together yet."
"Chocolate?" John asked holding out a Hershey bar for Jessica.
"Well why not?" Jessica asked taking the candy bar and carefully opening it.
"So what else do you need?" John asked taking another bite of his candy bar.
Jessica took a bite and savored the chocolate.
"Well I definitely need to speak with Emma Donnovan" Jessica told him.
"Hello!" came a friendly voice from the doorway.
Jessica looked up to see an attractive red-headed young woman of what Jessica judged to be about 27 her slim frame stopping to lean comfortably against the doorway.
"I heard my name!" she said walking to Jessica and extending a hand. "Emma Donnovan. Head of the Science Department."
Jessica shook her hand and introduced herself.
"I heard that you're the spokeswoman for the Teachers' Union from Lincoln High" Jessica mentioned casually.
"Yes. I wasn't at the meeting to elect the spokesperson. When that happens they tend to elect whoever didn't attend" she said grinning. "It's a lot of extra work but it keeps all of us safer and better paid."
"Of course" Jessica replied. "Do you hold any authority position in the Union?"
"Vice President. I missed that meeting too" she said winking at Jessica.
"Who's the President?" Jessica asked.
"One of the Professors at Roosevelt. She has always felt that Unions were important for teachers so she's been President for several years. Her name's Eileen Williams. She's the Physics Professor there."
"Oh I think I remember Kelly and Christine talking about her" John spoke up crumpling the wrapper from his candy bar and dropping it in the trash can to the right of his desk. "Her class is a bear" he winked.
"She certainly doesn't make things easy for her students" Emma added. "But that's good. She's making them learn."
"Anyone else I would know involved with the Union?" Jessica asked.
"Ann Collier is a new Professor at Roosevelt and she's the Secretary but I wouldn't think you'd know her. You could probably get together with her if you wanted. She doesn't have many classes this year with it being her first year and everything. Besides she teaches U.S. History---how many classes of U.S. History can you have?" she guffawed.
"I take it your impression of Miss Collier isn't the highest?" Jessica asked her curiosity again getting the better of her.
"Well it's just that I suspect she's got connections at Roosevelt and that those connections are probably the one and only reason she's teaching there. I really haven't seen any evidence of her having much knowledge of History. She's got a degree of course but
still" Emma left it at that. "Anyway it was great seeing you Mrs. Fletcher. I've got to prepare for the day's classes. If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask." Having said that she turned and left to room walking toward her own classroom down the hall.
"That gives you a few more pieces doesn't it Jess?" John asked.
"A few" she told him. "It sounds like I need to make a visit to Roosevelt."
"Amanda's waiting for you in the office."
"Great! Have fun in your classes today" Jessica said with a wink folding the wrapper of her Hershey bar over the remaining pieces and sticking it into her purse.
"I'll try" John smiled. "Make sure you're ready to update me when I get home from school today. I might need some excitement after the drudgery of Freshman basic English and Senior Advanced English."
"I'm sure it's more exciting than it sounds to a normal person" Jessica responded on her way out the door.
"Whoa!" Amanda said coming through the door as Jessica was leaving. "Sorry Aunt Jess. I was just coming up to get you." Turning to John she said "I'm going to take Jessica around town today. Sort of show her the sights through the eyes of a Chicago native."
John chuckled in response.
"Love you Amanda."
A smile crossed her faced as she led Jessica out the door. "Love you too Johnny boy."
"I just want to talk to a few of the Professors" Jessica told her.
"How are these Professors related to the murders?" Amanda asked confused.
"Well I'm not sure Amanda. Hopefully we'll soon find out."
"Aunt Jess?" Christine asked spotting her mother and aunt from where she was walking on the sidewalk. "What are you doing here?"
"What a lovely welcome for your aunt!" Amanda interjected.
"Well I didn't mean it that way" Christine said rolling her eyes.
"It's all right Christine" Jessica told her. "I need to speak with a few of the Professors here."
"Oh? Which ones?"
"Eileen Williams
"
Christine groaned. "Well I just got back from physics. Here" she said handing Jessica a test paper.
"C?" Amanda asked.
"If my name started with a Z I'm sure she'd have given me that grade" Christine observed. "It's just because we're doing stuff with all these equations and she's being a Physics Nazi and making us memorize all of them."
"Christine" Amanda said reprimanding the girl.
"Well I speak the truth. She's a physics Nazi."
"Nonetheless I'd like to speak with her" Jessica said.
"Well here let me take you. Maybe I can get brownie points for taking you. Showing a visitor around the campus" Christine suggested.
"Lead the way" Jessica told her.
Whether the students were afraid to ask for fear of the arrogance of the Professor or simply didn't have any other questions no one bothered to ask any other questions regarding the lecture and the Professor dismissed them. Christine led the way in Amanda and Jessica following closely behind.
"Ahh Christine. Great job on that exam" Eileen said looking up and spotting the young student.
"Thanks" Christine replied smiling. "This is my aunt Jessica Fletcher. She wanted to speak with you so I told her I'd show her the way."
"Showing visitors the campus huh?" Eileen asked.
"Well it's just my aunt."
"Still very admirable."
"Thanks" Christine responded. "I'll just be going now. Have a great chat."
As she left Eileen extended a hand to Jessica.
"I'm Eileen Williams. You're
Jessica Fletcher? Sounds familiar."
"Aunt Jess is a mystery writer" Amanda spoke up.
"J. B. Fletcher right?" Eileen asked.
"That's right" Jessica said shaking her hand.
"I've read a few of your books. Can't say that I'm a fan of mysteries but for their genre it was nice entertainment."
"Thank you" Jessica said raising an eyebrow at Amanda. "Actually I came here to ask you about the teacher's union."
"Interested in joining?" Eileen jested an expected mood change.
"No not this time" Jessica responded caught off-guard. "I was just wondering if you could tell me a little about it the people involved in it anything at all really."
"I'm the President. Basically my job is to organize strikes if it ever comes to that. Until then I negotiate salaries and benefits chair the meetings and check in with the superintendents and Principals to make sure the deals are being upheld. Pretty simple really" Eileen said beginning to become annoyed. "What's this about Mrs. Fletcher?"
"I'm just curious" Jessica replied. "The murders that have been occurring have all been people involved with the union haven't they?"
"Are you suggesting something sinister is going on in the union?" Eileen asked now becoming angry.
"Not at all."
"That the others in the union could be in danger is that it?"
"Not necessarily."
"Well listen Mrs. Fletcher. If you can find something going on in the union: great. I've been trying to figure out where our funds have been going for years" she said returning to a civil attitude.
"What do mean?" Amanda asked.
"I mean that the funds have been disappearing" Eileen whispered. "Not very much at a time but anyway I've had several accountant friends of mine trying to figure it out for five years. They've been monitoring the bank accounts of the union members with the help of a few PI's I know. They haven't been able to figure it out yet. Although I got a call from one about a month ago that they might be getting close. They had to interview a few union members but they said they'd get back to me soon. Like I said though it's been at least a month."
"Isn't that when the murders began?" Jessica asked.
"I guess it was about that time" Eileen said. "I never really thought of that."
"Did anyone else know about your investigation?" Jessica inquired.
"Not that I know of. I've tried to be very secretive about it. I've not told anyone."
"You haven't told anyone. Does that mean that there's some way they could have found out without you having told them?"
"I suppose that's always a possibility. If one of the union members found out about their bank accounts being monitored and got together with another of the members
well word could've spread quickly if they'd been observant and the PI's not very good."
"So someone could've found out?" Jessica suggested.
"I guess so" Eileen replied carelessly.
"The people who were murdered---how were they involved with the union?" Jessica asked.
"Well some of them were the ones I was asking to help me figure out where the money was disappearing to. Economics teachers and such."
"That makes sense" Jessica said absentmindedly. "How about the others?"
"One of them was helping the detectives trail some of the other union members. He had his daughter helping as well who was also murdered."
"Christine and Kelly's friend Carrie" Amanda offered.
"Yes I think that was her" Eileen replied. "Are you going to figure this out Mrs. Fletcher?" she asked turning sarcastic in mere seconds.
Amanda gestured to Jessica that they should be leaving.
"Well thank you very much for your time" Jessica said. "We have to be going now. We have another appointment."
"Let me know what you find Mrs. Fletcher" came Eileen's sarcastic response.
When Amanda and Jessica had gotten into an empty hallway Amanda spoke up.
"No wonder no one likes her. The woman's skitzophrenic!"
"Maybe we caught her at a bad time" Jessica suggested.
"Maybe insanity runs in her family!" Amanda said unable to bring herself from her conclusion.
"All right Amanda. I get the point" Jessica said hoping to end the discussion.
"What if she's the one who's been taking the money from the accounts and she murdered all those people but she doesn't know because she has multiple personalities and one personality did it but the other personalities don't know because obviously they couldn't be there at the same time?" Amanda suggested talking as fast as a California Valley Girl.
"I think it's a little too soon to be drawing conclusions" Jessica said calmly.
"Well it's just an avenue to explore" Amanda said. "I could really get into this sleuthing thing. "It's so exciting to face the prospects of collecting clues and fitting them together! But how could anyone ever make up clues like this? How could anyone's imagination ever rival real-life?"
"It's not easy" Jessica replied solemnly. "It takes a lot of planning and rewriting. We won't even discuss the problems some writers have inventing all the names to use for their stories."
"Oh my! That's certainly something to consider. Just think about all the people involved. I mean there are
what
12 members of the union who aren't even regular meeting attendees. The meeting attendees usually number around 12 four of them being the ��Officers'. At least that's what John tells me."
"John's part of that union?" Jessica asked her eyes wide eyebrows raised.
"Yes. Didn't he tell you?" Amanda asked.
"No. No he didn't."
"He just joined after the murders started happening. I thought it was a good idea at the time because if it was teachers who were being murdered---it had to be a good idea for them to stick together. But now
" her expression turned to fear. "Now he's in danger isn't he Jess?"
"Well he could be in danger if he attempts to leave the union as well. Because if he leaves the union and the murderer actually is involved in the union he or she could think that John knows more than he does. But we don't even know for sure that that's the case Amanda. Let's not put the cart before the horse."
"But
"
"John will be fine" Jessica told her putting an arm around her shoulders. "He's quite capable of taking care of himself."
"Jess---I have to make his peanut butter sandwiches."
"Well you know what I mean. Besides---are you sure he doesn't just think your peanut butter sandwiches are better? You always did make one heck of a peanut butter sandwich!" Jessica said as they arrived at the car and Amanda began to unlock the doors. "I could go for one about now actually. What do you say we head back to the house? John should be getting home about now maybe you can double the batch of peanut butter sandwiches."
Jessica winked and plopped into the front seat of the car her eyes twinkling all the way to Casehill Road.
"Absolutely not" Christine chimed in also home between classes. "She's just doing what I asked her to do. And if I haven't already said it Jessica thank you!"
"Well you're welcome Christine but it's really gone beyond that now. Now it's about proving to people that the police officers in this precinct are obeying and upholding the law."
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked closing the jar of peanut butter and handing John a sandwich.
"Everyone is so focused on Sargent Malin and his mob connections that they're not looking past that. I don't think he's guilty."
"Really?" Amanda asked. "But he's so
obviously the type."
"If there's one thing I've learned through all these years of being involved in murder it's that there is no ��type' that a killer fits into. Well at least they don't all fit into the same one. Rich people poor people middle class. Employed unemployed living on the streets. It doesn't matter."
"If I'm not mistaken I think you're on to something Jessica" John spoke up in between bites.
"Maybe. I know the possibilities. I just need to talk to some people again."
"Well whatever you do avoid that nut we talked to at Roosevelt" Amanda told her.
"Mrs. Williams?" Christine asked. "I think she's got multiple personalities. Or she could be manic-depressive. She was never big on re-writes."
"Jessica I'm not sure I like this" Seth said getting up from the table and going to her side.
"Seth I'm fine. What harm is there in talking to people?"
"I hate it when you ask questions like that" Seth commented.
"Like what?" Christine wondered aloud.
"Like ��What harm is there
?' and ��What's the worst that could happen
?' because that's generally when there is harm and the worst does happen" Seth explained crossing his arms.
"Oh Seth don't over-react" Jessica began starting to walk around him until he stood in her way. "Seth" she continued after a moment. "You can't protect me from everything."
Seth went to the table a hurt expression crossing his face and had a peanut butter sandwich of his own.
"Trouble in paradise" Christine said smiling at Jessica.
"Christine I don't think that's necessary" Amanda said.
"Maybe I can help you Jessica" John spoke up after sitting all that time in thought.
"How so?" Jessica asked eyebrows raised.
"Well there's a union meeting tonight" John began.
"John don't do anything dangerous" Amanda spoke up her voice mirroring her fear.
"Don't worry dear" John said going to her and hugging her. "I can just keep my eyes and ears open extra wide" he finished still holding her.
"I wouldn't want you to do anything dangerous" Jessica told him.
"Nah I'll be fine. I promise to call right after the meeting is over so you know that I'm fine. And I'll keep my cell phone on the whole time" he directed this statement at Amanda who was still trembling in his arms her face pressed into his chest.
"I mmmm mmmm ew" Amanda said her voice muffled.
"What was that my girl?" John asked everyone chuckling with him.
"I can't lose you" Amanda said bringing her head up beginning to laugh.
"Oh well when you put it that way
" John laughed. "You're not going to lose me" he said as she laid her head back into his chest. "I'll be around for a long long time."
"But I can't take that chance" she said hugging him tighter. "Jessica please tell him not to do anything stupid."
Jessica opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted when John spoke.
"I'll be fine. I'm not going to do anything dangerous."
He wrapped his arms around her and felt her take a deep breath.
"John I don't like this" she said after closing her eyes for a few moments and resting in his arms.
"I know" he told her grinning. "But it'll be fine. You just worry about having peanut butter sandwiches ready when I get back."
"Is everyone here?" Eileen Williams said standing and banging a gavel on the table at the union meeting that evening.
"What's this meeting about anyway?" someone asked from the far end of the table.
"It's about all the murders that have been happening" Eileen replied. "And keeping the rest of you alive. As you all know tonight is exactly a week from the last murder. Which means that there could be another one tonight if the killer continues to follow the same pattern and schedule."
"So you decided to keep us out later by ourselves---good plan" someone replied sarcastically from the end of the table.
"It's reasonable" Charlotte Plank spoke up in defense of their President.
"I agree" Emma Donnovan added. "It might help us to be aware of what's happening."
"I have some information to share with you all" Eileen said to quiet the room. "While this may not be the time to air out the union's dirty laundry---I've been taking a look at our budget and we're doing to have to cut way back this year. The money's just not there this year."
"Why?" John chimed in. "Hasn't everyone been paying the union fees?"
"Well yes I
I guess so" Eileen stammered.
"So where'd the money go?" John asked.
Murmurs were heard throughout the room.
"Whos access to dee books?" Mikale Tsukerman asked when the din had died down.
"Eileen does" someone mumbled from the back.
"So does Charlotte she's the treasurer for goodness sakes'!" came another voice.
"Charlotte? You can't honestly believe that Charlotte would do anything like that can you? Are you mad?" Someone else asked.
"What about Emma? She's not exactly known to be a Saint and she's the Vice President; she's got access" Another person was in on the debate.
"Please!" Eileen interrupted banging the gavel hard on the great oak table. "Please. There are people already investigating this. Let's leave this to professionals. Please just take care of yourselves. Protect yourselves from this murderer who seems to be after all of us."
"Well it could be important Eileen" John added. "What if whoever the murderer is also is the person dipping into the funds?"
"But who?" Emma asked.
The meeting was adjourned but the Union members sat in silence staring at each other.
"Christine did you say that your friend Carrie was also a musical theatre major?" Jessica asked moving her rook to block Seth's queen from her King.
"Aha!" Seth said stealing her unguarded rook with his queen. "Check."
"No Carrie was our English Ed major" Christine said drying her hands wet from washing dishes.
"English Education?" Jessica asked her eyes growing wide. "No one told me that." She sacrificed a knight to Seth's black pawn.
"Yeah. Her mom was an English teacher in some itty bitty hick-town in Central Illinois. Nokomis I think. Something like that. Anyway she wanted to follow in her mom's footsteps. So she got the scholarships and got up here."
"Was she doing any research as to what her teaching career would be like after college?" Jessica questioned sacrificing another piece.
"She was checking into the Union and things like that
" Christine stopped short. "Holy cow the union!"
"What about the Union?"
"Jessica" Seth prompted. She mindlessly moved a bishop into the path of a hungry Rook.
"Well she was going with her dad to the union meetings" Christine said. "She mentioned something about doing some work for Mrs. Williams."
"Some work? What kind of work?" Jessica asked moving another knight to be devoured by one of Seth's.
"I don't know. She wouldn't say. She was really onto something though. She had a meeting with someone the night she disappeared. I assume it was someone from the union. That's all she'd devoted her life to in those past few weeks. The union and that odd-ball work she was doing for Mrs. Williams."
"Check-mate" Seth announced smugly folding his hands over his belly.
"Are you sure she didn't say anything at all about the work she was doing for Eileen Williams Christine?"
"I don't know. She might have" Christine thought for a moment. "No I don't think so."
"Would she have written anything down somewhere?"
"Like what?"
"Any clues as to what she might be searching for?"
Christine shrugged. "No idea. She always wrote down all her appointments though on this huge desk calendar she hung in her dorm. I'm pretty sure it's still up if you want to see it. Her room-mate will let us in. She and I know each other from some of our classes."
"That would be great" Jessica said her brain already whirling with the possibilities.
Amanda came into the room and placed a hand on Jessica's shoulder.
"Aunt Jess it's getting pretty late. John should've been home hours ago."
"I'm sure he's fine Amanda."
"Maybe you should have gone with him. You'd have been considerate enough at least to call! I hate waiting for a call from him! It's as though he doesn't know how to pick up a phone and dial!"
"He's always hated the phone Mom" Christine spoke up. "Jessica's right he's fine."
Yawning Seth stood and announced that it was past his bedtime and that he would be heading up to bed leaving the "womenfolk" to their own devices.
"I can hardly wait to talk crushes!" Christine had joked.
"Jessica" Amanda said knocking on Jessica's door at an insanely early hour of the morning.
"Amanda?" Jessica asked rubbing her eyes and glancing toward her clock. "Come in."
"I'm sorry to wake you Jess
"
"It's fine Amanda" Jessica interrupted patting a vacant spot next to her.
"Oh! I see Christine's in here too eh?" Amanda asked seeing Christine asleep on the chest that was set near the window.
"Yes we were talking late. I think she's finally asleep."
"Jess! You're talking behind my back!" Amanda jested.
"Oh but you're still my favorite" Jessica responded. "Come. Sit down. Tell me what's wrong."
"Does there have to be something wrong?"
"You're coming into my bedroom at 3 in the morning and you don't think I'm going to pick up on the fact that there's something wrong?"
"John's still not home" Amanda said sitting on the bed and drawing her feet up under her.
"Where is he?" Jessica asked.
"I wish I knew" Amanda replied biting her lip to fight back tears. "I knew he shouldn't have gone to that Union meeting
"
"I'm sure he's fine Amanda" Jessica told her placing a hand on Amanda's shaky ones. "We'll wait until about 7 and then if he's not home we'll go see Srgt. Malin."
"I'm just so scared Jess. I don't want to lose him now. I'm not ready to."
"You're never really ready to lose someone you care about."
"Oh I know that. It's just
John is
he's what makes me feel alive. Being alone
that's not necessarily alive. And John---he's so marvelous. He's hilarious. He always knows exactly when to make a joke and when to be completely serious and comforting. He's perfect. He's my white knight."
"You know your Uncle Frank was exactly the same way. There aren't many of them out there but boy when you find a guy like that you hold on to him."
"Exactly. It's just like
if he wasn't there I
I wouldn't exist. I would just sort of
disappear into ether."
"And yet every moment it's as though you can't breathe because you want to freeze that moment in time forever and you're afraid if you breathe it will ruin the picture you're trying to keep---the feeling you want to hold onto."
The two sat in silence each lost in her own private thoughts when they were each smacked with a pillow from behind.
"What's a slumber party without a pillow fight?" Christine asked another jab at each of them with a pillow.
"Oh and I suppose you think you're going to win don't you?" Jessica asked her eyebrows raised a sparkle in her eyes.
"Who else?" Christine asked.
Amanda and Jessica glanced at each other before simultaneously bringing up their pillows and bombarding Christine with them.
"Sargent Malin I'm trying to help you!" Jessica exclaimed in the Sargent's office the next morning. "And to do that I need a list of the murder victims."
"I just don't see what you can do" he told her digging through some papers on his desk.
"Finally! Someone who agrees with me" Seth said aloud exasperated.
"Seth you're not helping" Jessica whispered to him.
The Sargent dropped a file of papers and they scattered across the floor.
"Treguna Mekoides trecorum Satis dee!" he yelled pointing at the papers. When everything in the room stood still he shrugged and began picking up the papers. "It worked for Angela Lansbury" he mumbled under his breath. "Mrs. Fletcher I just don't have time to share these things with you. I'm dealing with 6 murders that we believe are connected and I've got 51 other cases that are as of yet also unsolved."
"The names Sargent" Jessica remained steadfast in her request.
"Okay there was uhm
Carrie
what's her name? You already know about her---her dad was a Professor at Roosevelt he was uhm
Richard something
"
"The list?" Jessica asked.
"Here!" Sargent Malin said frantically grabbing at a piece of paper from the floor. "Here take it. Keep it. That can be your copy. Just go."
"Thank you Sargent. This is more helpful than you know."
"Sargent! What are you doing?" Amanda said bursting into the room. "My husband is missing could be dead and you're
searching through garbage!"
"Your husband's missing?" he asked straightening immediately.
"Yes. He left last night for a union meeting and he's not yet come back" Amanda replied more calmly.
"I wondered when the next one would show up. I'll get a team out looking for him. That's all I can do Mrs. Magnall."
"Well will you let me know if you
"
"We'll call you as soon as we find him not a moment later."
"Ready Amanda?" Jessica asked taking her arm.
"But
John
"
"They'll call you when they catch up with him. In the meantime---what if he calls? Or goes home? Someone's got to be there to meet him" Seth suggested.
"Seth's right" Jessica said Seth coming to her side. "Let's go home."
The three walked out of the Police station arm in arm Seth's arm a little tighter around Jessica's than usual.
"Seth I want to thank you" Jessica said meeting Seth in the living room when they'd arrived back safely to the house on Casehill Road and Amanda had been settled in.
"For what?" Seth inquired.
"Coming to make sure I was all right. Keeping me out of trouble. The usual." Jessica shrugged.
"Jessica did it ever occur to you that I came to Chicago simply to take a vacation?" Seth questioned a twinkle in his eyes.
"Did you?" Jessica asked.
"I
No" he finally admitted Jessica coming to sit next to him on the couch.
"Oh Seth---Christine is so upset about the murders. John is missing; Amanda's lost without him. How can anyone involved in all this have a merry Christmas?" Jessica asked her eyes growing misty. "Christmas isn't suppose to be ruined by murder."
Seth reached a stubby arm around Jessica and pulled her closer.
"Don't you remember what Frank said Jessica? Christmas should be a reminder of what COULD BE not what is."
"Thank you Seth" Jessica sat resting her head on Seth's shoulder and looking out the window conveniently resting in the wall before their eyes. Large snowflakes fell softly onto the already thick blanket of crisp even snow on the ground outisde. "Wouldn't Frank have loved this Christmas? Look at all that snow. Every year Frank insisted that we go outside after the first snow and make snow angels. Every year. Well until that last Christmas when he was sick. He still wanted to go out but I wouldn't let him. I told him he'd be able to� 'next year'. He made me go out by myself and make a snow angel that he could see from our window."
"Ruth hated the snow. She'd rather have lived somewhere with less snow than Maine I think but she never complained. She never suggested going anywhere else to live."
Thus the conversation went until there was a knock at the door.
End Part One.
John and Amanda waited for Jessica in the hallway outside their daughter's room. When Jessica came out they walked with her down the hallway to her room.
"Wake up sunshine!" Kelly called late that morning plopping onto Christine's bed and shaking her awake. "It's today!"
"Sounds like a good time up there" John said finishing his bowl of cereal.
"Oh! Look at this Kelly" Christine said lifting a pair of earrings from a rack.
A few hours later the quartet was seated in the food court of the mall eating from each other's plates and laughing heartily when Sargent Malin again interrupted.
"Hello" John said taking the phone from the receiver. "Jessica? No she's not here. Can I give her a message?
Of course she's alive. Why wouldn't she be?
Hello?
Hello?" he hung up the phone shrugged and went back to his dinner preparations.
"Mort I'm fine I promise
really
Who told you that?
How would Seth know?
What did it say?
That's absurd!
Well tell everyone that I'm fine-- Still kickin'. All right. I'll see you in a few weeks. Bye." Jessica hung up the phone to face the questioning wide-eyes of John Amanda Christine and Kelly. She walked calmly over to the table to join them for dinner and began nibbling on the salad that had been set at her place at the table.
"Sure I can introduce you Jess" John said as the two of them walked into his classroom at Lincoln High School. "Emma Donnovan is the biology teacher here and she's also the spokes-person for the union from Lincoln High. "But why?"
"I still don't think I understand Jess" Amanda said pulling into a parking space at Roosevelt. "What do you want to do here?"
"No. That's not it at all. Didn't you take physics in High School? Velocity is a vector" Eileen Williams was taking questions after a lecture as Jessica Christine and Amanda arrived in the Science building of Roosevelt University. "Because it's a vector it has a magnitude and direction. Change one of those things and acceleration changes. Any other questions?"
"Jessica you're going to do something dangerous again" Seth grumbled when Amanda and Jessica arrived home and filled him in on the events of the day.