Twice a week, like clockwork, Cherie Solange showed up at the main library. She read everything available about serial murder. She scoured the newspapers of all the major cities to keep up with developments. She found out that the FBI was looking for a killer who had an Apple Road connection as well as a Hollywood connection. The killer had access to a stretch limousine. His nicknames were as scattered as his victims. A headline in Los Angeles read, "Stretch Strikes Again". On the east coast it was, "Johnny Appleseed Plants Another One".
"She's guilty of something," Dill said with his mouth full.
"What?" Mavis kept her eyes on the library building.
"Boring me to death. Ruining my Saturday nights," Dill inspected his sandwich.
"For someone who collects so much information, she never tries to inject herself...." Mavis stopped short. Cherie Solange exited the library but she wasn't wearing the same clothes she had on when she had entered the library. The skimpy lavender dress was so light that it looked like the evening breeze might blow it off her. She wore gold high heeled sandals that changed her gait.
"I take back what I said," Dill's eyes bugged out.
They followed her to the Cider Cellar Discotheque. She disappeared inside. A limousine pulled up. Gottfried got out and limped around to open the door for Jarvis Heidelbeere and his beautiful date.
"Do you think she's looking to get killed?" Dill asked his partner.
"Maybe she's got disco fever," Mavis shrugged. She had no idea what was wrong with Cherie. It was probably more than one thing.
~ To Be Continued ~
