Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 40
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake walked the streets of Charleston’s historic district, making a loop along Tradd, Meeting, South Battery, and Legare, familiarizing himself with every alley, fence, passageway, and hedge. There were multiple ways to escape and places to hide. He was pleased.
To pass the time until the night the silver would be isolated in the kitchen at the mansion, he took the local papers and the New York Times into Battery Park. Blake settled into a bench by a fountain and turned his face to the sun. Maybe this would be the place to retire. He had enough to buy one of these old homes. He could fix it up and get it on a home tour. He’d bring his mother here to live out the rest of her life in this charming city. It might feel good to live a normal life.
He opened the Savannah Morning News and scanned the front page. He didn’t find what he was looking for until he got to the editorials. Apparently one of the local residents was irate about the lack of progress on the “Tour Burglaries” as they’d been dubbed. Detective Dewey Grant was getting a thorough lambasting. One sentence, however, caught his attention. He lowered the paper to his lap and leaned back against the bench.
Jim Harrison had been called off the case to return home to New York. His grandson was having a heart-lung transplant at New York Presbyterian Hospital. Harrison would be needed at home for an extended time and wasn’t expected to return to the case.