Page 52 of Little Dark Deeds
“If they’re innocent, I see no reason why they’d do such a thing.”
“Tyler and Jana are smart enough to know they’d both be suspects.Even if they’re innocent, I can see them wanting to protect each other.”
Queenie tapped her foot to the ground.“This Jana ...what does she look like?”
“Slender, early thirties, long, dark hair, hipster vibe.”
“And what does she drive?”
“There was a blue sedan parked in the driveway when I arrived at her house.I assumed it was hers.”
As soon as I’d delivered the information, all three women huddled up like they were deliberating a play on a football field.I leaned in, trying to hear what they were saying but only made out bits and pieces.No sooner had they gathered, they broke from the huddle, turning toward me.
“We believe we’ve seen her,” Queenie said.
“We sure do,” Martha added.
“When ...and where?”I asked.
“Parked across the street from Tiffany’s house, not two weeks ago.She was in a bright blue sedan.Stood out like spring in the dead of winter.”
“What was she doing there, do you know?”
“Similar to what the other man was doing.She was crouched down in the driver’s seat, watching Tyler and Tiffany through the living room window.”
“She watched them for forty-seven minutes,” Janice said.
“Did she ever get out of the car, or approach Tiffany’s house, or anything else?”
“She stayed in the car the entire time,” Martha said.
“That’s when we first thought Tyler was double-dipping,” Queenie said.
“Oh, yes,” Janice added.“Double-dipping, to be sure.”
“Double-dipping?”I asked.
“Seeing two women at the same time,” Janice said.“What we didn’t know was if she was another girl he was dating, or if she was his wife.”
“We discussed it amongst ourselves and decided I would approach her and find out,” Queenie said.“I walked to the car and tapped on the window.The woman refused to put the window down.I asked if she knew Tiffany and why she was parked across from her house.”
“How did she react?”
“Not well, I’m afraid.Without a single word, she started the car and took off down the road.”
“Did you ever see her again?”
“We haven’t, no.”
“What about security cameras?”I asked.“I assume many of the residents on this street have them.”
“Some do,” Queenie said.“We don’t.”
“Why not?”
“We prefer our binoculars.”
Old school.I wasn’t surprised.
