The three women ran across the courtyard and into their cottage. The first thing Hadley spied was her cell phone.
The instant she grabbed it, her face fell.
"Must be some kind of glitch," she said. "There's no service. I don't understand. We have WiFi. You got any bars, Lou?"
"No stars. No bars. No flamenco guitars," she said. "I'd have better reception using two tin cans and a string. Sorry."
"I will never understand technology," said Hadley. "I love it when it works but not so much when it doesn't."
"I'll go to the desk and ask to use their phone. They have a landline. Remember that old-fashioned looking phone on the desk," Maury said. "What will we tell them?"
"I'll go with you," said Lou Edna. "I want to see if the girl behind the desk mentions anything about last night's rootin' tootin' party shootin' at OK corral."
"St. Valentine's Day massacre is more like it," said Maury.
Hadley spied her iPad lying where Lou Edna left it.
"I'll talk to Bill first and see what he says," said Maury.
"You two seem to have everything under control," Hadley said. "I'll stay here. I want to read that article you found Lou Edna."
Hadley tossed the old-fashioned flashlight on the little table beside the overstuffed chair.
"Something's itchin' your scalp about it, girlfriend?"
"Witchin' itchin," Hadley said, picking up the iPad and turning it on.
She settled into the overstuffed chair.
"Alright, Lou," she muttered, "I hope your thing-a-my-bob works."
The screen lit up.
"Good, but really weird. Why won't the phones work? Oh, well. Let me see what you found out."
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Nobody's Fool Y'all
Misterio / SuspensoFly fishing was something that her late husband, Harry Pell, loved to do. When Hadley's friend, Hobie Stricker, invites her to try for the Big One, she only has trout in mind. A dead body brings a lot of unwanted attention and a lot of unanswered qu...
