“How do we get our hands on a copy of everything now, so we can go over it with a fine-tooth comb? If Sheriff Faulkner has one, and one was left with the guy named Cole, how do we get a copy of it?”
They all looked at each other, and Myrna spoke first, “What if I call Jim and have him bring what he has here? He wasn’t in on the meeting we all had with you guys, but maybe you can fill him in. I know he’s busy with his job, and I don’t want to worry him.”
“We could do that, or I could call Manchester to see if he can’t send me a copy. Myrna, reach out to your cousin and see what he says. I’m not saying that he has to bring the physical copy here, but maybe he could e-mail a copy to you, and if you have a printer, you can print it off.”
“Or…” Pedro said as everyone started to clean up their notes. He waited until he had everyone’s attention. “I’m not telling you what to do, but I would feel better if Myrna had a lawyer.” He held up his hand. “I know she’s not in trouble, I know she’s a victim as well as a cooperating witness. However, I would feel better about her having a lawyer.” He turned to Myrna and took her hand in his. “Do you have a lawyer?”
“No, and I used Mary’s when she came to me to sell me Sally.”
“I know someone we might be able to use.”
“Who?”
“Either Jason Black, or Ilsa Miller, they work for Erin.”
“Call them,” Yvonne said, and turned to Lela with a grin. “Wait until I tell you about that set-up. I want to be Erin when I grow up.” The people that knew Erin laughed, and Yvonne told Lela what they had encountered while Myrna and Pedro excused themselves to go outside and talk. They didn’t see that both male agents had slipped out behind them to keep watch over them.
CHAPTER 17
“I hopeyou’re not mad at me for suggesting you get a lawyer,” Pedro said as soon as they were outside, and stood behind the trailer for some privacy.
“No, I was thinking the same thing, but I didn’t know who to call. Do you know the people you mentioned?”
“No, but I’m sure if we call Cole, because I don’t have anyone else’s number, he can contact Erin for us, or give us her number.”
“Do it,” Myrna said, and wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, though it wasn’t cold out. She watched as Pedro withdrew his phone, made the call, and nodded. He hung up quickly, then waited for a text to come in. He showed it to Myrna, and then he drew in a deep breath and let it out in a rush as he dialed.
“Erin’s Way, Ellen speaking,” came the reply.
“Ellen, this is Pedro, I need to talk to Erin please.”
“Is everything alright? I’m asking because Erin’s not here, like not on the property, she’s in town at the accountant’s office. Can I help you with anything?”
“I hope so, Myrna isn’t in any trouble, and she’s cooperating with the FBI, however, I would feel better if she had her own lawyer. Do you know if Jason or Ilsa are taking any clients?”
“Let me go ask them, I believe they are. They were in on the meeting when Agent Wilson told us what was up. Can you give me your number?”
Pedro did and they hung up. He looked at Myrna and gathered her in his arms. They stayed like that until she stopping shaking, then both jerked when they heard something.
“It’s just me,” Robert said. “We’ve got your back.”
“Oh, okay.” When Pedro’s phone rang, they all froze, but he answered it on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Pedro, this is Ilsa Miller, I’m one of Erin’s attorneys. Ellen filled us in, and yes, I agree that Myrna does need a lawyer. What can you tell me? Oh, and you’re on speaker with Jason and Duane.”
Pedro laid out their first theory, then the second one, and that they were grasping at straws until they could get their hands on the file Myrna had given to Cole, and the FBI could do some checking.
“So,” came a voice neither of them recognized. “I’m Jason, by the way. So, you’re telling us you have a case of horse theft, trailer theft, assault, because the ex-boyfriend put Myrna in the hospital, and now, maybe the possibility of murder of Sally’s original owner, depending on what the autopsy shows, if there was one, and that she wasn’t cremated?”
“Yes.” Pedro didn’t know what else to say.
“And if we dig up anything else,” Myrna said. “I know Mary, Sally’s previous owner, and my friend who passed, swore on her life that Mark, her husband, was cheating. She didn’t have tangible proof, but she had her gut instinct.”
“She didn’t need it,” Ilsa said. “Her gut was her proof. I’ll be representing you. Can you give me your address, and I’ll be there tomorrow. I want to go over to New Double to get the file you gave Cole. I’ll read it, and with your permission, I’d like to make a copy for Duane so he can do his research thing.”
“You have my permission.”
