asked impatiently.
“Jackson Davis.” I said.
“Who?” Caren asked again.
“Jackson Davis.”
“Who’s that?” Kaye asked with a mouth full of chicken salad.
“Her grandson.”
“Her grandson? Why?” Deirdre asked.
“I’m guessing, without more evidence . . . I don’t want to make the same mistake as last time.”
Kaye said again her mouth full of bread and chicken salad. “Actually if memory serves, you didn’t make any mistakes. You were pretty much right about everything. Go with your gut. By the way this is really good.”
“Uh you’ve had my mom’s chicken salad before.”
“Yeah but it’s been awhile.”
“Ya’ might wanna chew your food.” Natalie said.
“Bite me.” Kaye spat back. She took another big bite, “what’s your gut telling you?”
“That it’s him.” I said.
“Okay so where do we find this Jackson Davis?” Caren asked.
“Mom! What’s Mrs. Myers phone number?”
“It’s in my address book on the counter!”
Natalie picked up the address book and handed it to me. I looked up her number and called her on my cell phone. That’s the other thing I forgot to mention my dad got me a new iPhone.
I hung up the phone. “He’s out by the quarry. C’mon we’ll take my car.”
We drove out to the Forbrin Quarry, which was an active limestone quarry that operated from the early 1900’s until it was shut down in 1935. The quarry area had an abandoned warehouse and even a quarry plant.
God not another plant! At least this one’s shut down.
Anyways, there was also a crusher, a train shop and a boxcar loading hopper. I don’t really know what that is, but it’s all on a descriptive plaque on some trail. I don’t know where that is either.
At the edge of the quarry was Jackson Davis, a couple of his homies and – Jaime?!?! Jackson was dangling a black trash bag over the edge and laughing with his idiot friends! His other two friends I didn’t recognize, but they seemed older than him.
We all jumped out of the car and ran over to Jackson and his friends.
“Jaime! Jaime! Get in the car right now!!! You know mom doesn’t want you coming to the quarry!!!”
“I don’t have to listen to you!”
I grabbed him by the ear, “you get in the car now!!!” I lead him to the car, opened the door and pushed him, I turned around and yelled at Jaime’s friend, “Kenny you too!!!”
“Ooohh mommy’s here!” Jackson retorted, “hey Randi wanna grab something of mine and pull!” he said laughing.
“Dude your so bad!” one of his other friends said.
“What’s in the bag?!?!!” I shouted.
Jackson said. “Bitch says what?”
“Nice.” They fist bumped.
Kaye walked over to Jackson, pulled out the telescopic nightstick and whacked him behind the knee with it, “bitch says, what’s in the bag dickhead!”
One of his friends ran towards Kaye. “Hey! What’s your problem you dike!?!?!”
I pulled out my telescopic nightstick and slammed him in the chest. “Be a good boy!” I shouted to him.
He laid on the ground moaning and groaning. “Ah my chest! Damn bitch!” The other guy decided against making his move towards us. Smart guy.
Natalie raced over to the trash bag, grabbed it before they could get to it and opened it, “Randi? I think we found who killed Mrs. Myers cat!” She pulled out a small black puppy that had the top of its skull crushed. Just like Mrs. Myers cat. I looked at the dog and noticed its tags: Smokee. Property of Gilda Mundson.
“That’s the Mundson’s dog?” I looked over at Jackson, “you killed their dog?”
“Oh my God!” Caren shouted. “What did you do you psycho?”
“Watch who you’re call a psycho blondie!” he shouted.
Caren shouted back. "I may be blonde with a great body but I'm pretty . . . and smart.”
We all waited for her to finish her sentence.
She looked at everyone, “what? That’s it.”
Natalie held the small dog in her lap. Deirdre walked over to her and knelt down, “it looks like the dog’s been dead a short while. Rigor mortis hasn’t set in yet.”
I looked at Jackson wide-eyed, “Why?”
“What?”
“You killed the Mundson’s dog and your grandmother’s cat.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“You heard me.”
“No way!!! Grams would kill me if I touched that cat.”
“What about this dog?” Caren asked.
“I found it. I was gonna bring it here to throw it away.”
“Yeah, we didn’t kill nothin’.” One of Jackson’s friends said.
“You’re lying.” Kaye said still hovering over Jackson.
“Hey! I ain’t lyin’. Swear on my Gram Gram’s cat.” Jackson laughed as he massaged the back of his leg.
“Dude! Nice one!” Again one of his idiot friends barked.
“So what are you doing with the dog?” I asked.
“Just havin’ some fun. Dog’s dead, but I swear I didn’t kill it. Or my Grams stupid cat.”
“So you admit you didn’t like the cat?” Deirdre said.
Jackson stood up, “ain’t no secret. I hated that damn cat and she hated me! Now gimme back my stuff.”
“Really? This is going back to the Mundson’s, Jackson. You’re not keeping it. Okay guys let’s go.” I said.
Jackson stood up, “you bitches think just cause you got some
