CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The blonde in the dark curly wig drove up to the large house, her makeup blending in with her disguise. She had to be careful. Her brother-in-law was suspicious so she had to put on an act. Too bad, she had not any onions to simulate tears, but Stephen had a good sense of smell.
She would have to act stunned. She walked to the door and rung the bell. She waited for half an hour, and when no one came, took a key from her handbag.
No one was there. Someone had removed every stick of furniture, even down to the stove and the built in dishwasher. She checked the bedrooms, Cleomedes's and that of his help. Even the children's dolls and toys were gone.
Shrugging her shoulder, Miss Eva Winkler walked to the telephone, tried it but found it disconnected. She went out the front, looking the door behind her after wiping off her fingerprints, went back to her car, and waited.
Twenty minutes later, she heard another car pull up and a woman getting out, saying, "Hello I didn't know if anyone was here."
"Yes," said Eva, "I'm Mrs. Hall. I came looking for a Mr. Cleomedes, Stephen Cleomedes."
"Judith Meister of Meister Realty and this is my client, Stephen Virgil. I hope you don't mind, but Mr. Cleomedes put this house on the market."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hall." He was a man in his thirties or forties with a pock marked face, and sharp features.
"Do you know where he's moving to?"
"I think to Delaware. I can give you the address, if you'd like."
"Thank you," said Eva getting out her notebook. She looked at the place with a greedy confidence. "I always had a soft spot in my heart for Stephen. I met him at the clinic. My husband had diabetes as well. I'm a nurse." She walked towards the house, noting the well-kept garden, and the brick patio. Stephen had a way with growing things.
"Are you interested in buying?"
"Oh probably."
The real estate agent followed her, telling her of the renovated bathroom. The house had a finished basement. Miss Meister then sat down, and opened her purse, taking out a picture. "According to this, the bathroom should be over there, but it shows a wall."
"Oh the bathroom's down the hall to the right," said Eva.
"That's all I need to know," said the real estate agent, "Mrs Demetrius Cleomedes, alias Eva Winkler, you are under arrest for the murder of your husband."
"That is a farce," said Eva as Malone put the handcuffs on her, "you have no proof."
"Yes we do You entered the house with your own key, a key that you had as wife of Demetrius, Stephen's brother and we knew that you and he were married while Stephen was having his house remodeled. He furnished us the old photographs."
The blonde in the dark curly wig drove up to the large house, her makeup blending in with her disguise. She had to be careful. Her brother-in-law was suspicious so she had to put on an act. Too bad, she had not any onions to simulate tears, but Stephen had a good sense of smell.
She would have to act stunned. She walked to the door and rung the bell. She waited for half an hour, and when no one came, took a key from her handbag.
No one was there. Someone had removed every stick of furniture, even down to the stove and the built in dishwasher. She checked the bedrooms, Cleomedes's and that of his help. Even the children's dolls and toys were gone.
Shrugging her shoulder, Miss Eva Winkler walked to the telephone, tried it but found it disconnected. She went out the front, looking the door behind her after wiping off her fingerprints, went back to her car, and waited.
Twenty minutes later, she heard another car pull up and a woman getting out, saying, "Hello I didn't know if anyone was here."
"Yes," said Eva, "I'm Mrs. Hall. I came looking for a Mr. Cleomedes, Stephen Cleomedes."
"Judith Meister of Meister Realty and this is my client, Stephen Virgil. I hope you don't mind, but Mr. Cleomedes put this house on the market."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hall." He was a man in his thirties or forties with a pock marked face, and sharp features.
"Do you know where he's moving to?"
"I think to Delaware. I can give you the address, if you'd like."
"Thank you," said Eva getting out her notebook. She looked at the place with a greedy confidence. "I always had a soft spot in my heart for Stephen. I met him at the clinic. My husband had diabetes as well. I'm a nurse." She walked towards the house, noting the well-kept garden, and the brick patio. Stephen had a way with growing things.
"Are you interested in buying?"
"Oh probably."
The real estate agent followed her, telling her of the renovated bathroom. The house had a finished basement. Miss Meister then sat down, and opened her purse, taking out a picture. "According to this, the bathroom should be over there, but it shows a wall."
"Oh the bathroom's down the hall to the right," said Eva.
"That's all I need to know," said the real estate agent, "Mrs Demetrius Cleomedes, alias Eva Winkler, you are under arrest for the murder of your husband."
"That is a farce," said Eva as Malone put the handcuffs on her, "you have no proof."
"Yes we do You entered the house with your own key, a key that you had as wife of Demetrius, Stephen's brother and we knew that you and he were married while Stephen was having his house remodeled. He furnished us the old photographs."