“He wants togo analog with your circuits,” Wysdom snorted. “Sorry. I need to workshop a few of those before I can use them again. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been able to get my groove on.”
“Ugh,” I held up my hand. “I am going to need to change the subject and NOT think about you getting your groove on - with mybrother!”
“Alright, fine! But Flelia Forever!” Wysdom winked. “Back to the investigation. What about security in the neighborhood?”
“Non-existent,” I relayed the ease of slipping into the neighborhood without being asked questions.
“Alibis?”
I put down my coffee cup and began pacing. “The business partner and the church treasurer were each others’ alibis. The crusty neighbor - who you would like, by the way - didn’t like Octavio but wasn’t about to murder him because they had a legal means of getting him out of the neighborhood.”
“And the wife?”
“She was at the spa,” I pinched my nose. “Getting smooth for her date….”
I looked up. Holy flamingoes!
“Smooth for a date?” Wysdom prompted.
I held up one finger as I swiped through the file Tatiana sent us. I found the name of the spa and the receipt Echo provided to the detectives. There it was. “A Brazilian!”
“Brazilian? She had a date with a Brazilian man?”
“No - it’s a spa service.”
“You mean, like a blowout?” Wysdom squinted at me.
“No, a Brazilian wax!” I cried. “She got a Brazilianwaxthe day of Octavio’s murder.”
Wysdom shook her head. “And that means…”
“Echo told us she was preparing for a date with Octavio to…” I swallowed the bile threatening to surge up my throat. “Re-christen every room of the house.”
“So?”
“So. You can’t have sex within 24 hours of getting a Brazilian wax,” I slapped my hands to the island’s counter. “She’s lying.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m more of a Nair gal,” Wysdom smiled at me.
“And the detectives probably don’t realize it either. Which is why they didn’t question her story,” I walk to the coffee pot to turn it off. “I’ve got to meet up with Flint. This is a game-changer.”
“It’s certainly suspicious,” Wysdom hedged. “But not exactly a smoking gun. Or scissors.”
“No, it’s just one more thing they can ask her about when they catch her.”
“She’s in the wind?”
I nodded. Adrenaline flooded my veins as a very stupid idea began to percolate. “And Flint and I are going to find her.”
Wysdom stared at me with her mouth hanging open. It’s not often she’s struck speechless. I’m glad I was around to see it.
I pointed to her. “You - you and my brother need to get to your honeymoon and enjoy… Sexy Times that I don’t want to know about. I have to pack for a road trip.”
“Where are you going?”
“Mississippi,” I smiled as I shoved her out the door.
The Magnolia State. The Hospitality State. And the Catching a Murderer State.
That last one probably needed some workshopping too, but we’d have plenty of time to talk about it on our road trip.
