Bathed in the blue
and red strobe lights of the city’s emergency responders, the Beaudette’s columned,
French colonial home was cordoned off by yellow crime-scene tape pulled taut, from
the one of the columns to the mailbox where the gray brick circular drive met
the tar-black asphalt of the street. It looked like every light in the house
was on. Strobing light bars atop police cars and the ambulance, blinking red
taillights, flashing headlights, and the sparkling of the crystal chandelier on
the wide veranda gave the otherwise miserable scene a festive appearance. The
number of police cars and officers milling about made her wonder if there was
anyone left at the cop shop to answer the phone. Neighbors clotted in intimate
groups. Curiosity seekers from around town swelled the numbers.
Jake shouldered her
way through a cluster of onlookers conjecturing about the possible whys, hows,
and who. She overheard someone say they’d heard a shot. She moved close to the
shoulder of a young patrolman intent on watching the activity around the house
while he kept gawkers at bay behind the tape.
“Evening, officer. That was a terrible thing that happened.”
Be sure to stop back by on Wednesday, July 20, as we welcome National best-selling and Agatha-nominated mystery author Kaye George as our guest.