Title: Changes
Author: Me
Email: soap_queen@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all.
A/N: Thank you Patti for being a beta reader and the best cheering section. Check out some of her Third Watch Stories, including the one we write together called Off Duty.
Ch 2
"My father left me a bar?" Abby stared at her dad's attorney.
"A tavern," the attorney corrected.
"The distinction being?" Maggie asked.
"Taverns serve food, Mom," Abby explained.
"Oh."
"If I may continue? Bill also left the stipulation that if you chose to sell the bar, the money would be divided equally between you and your brother. If you choose to keep and operate the bar, ten percent of the profits go into a bank account that is in trust for your brother's medical needs as they arise."
Abby nodded, "How did my father know about Eric?"
"He hired a private investigator last year when he was diagnosed with his heart condition."
"I see."
"Well, would you like to see your property?"
"As a matter of fact I would."
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"Hey, Dr. Lewis?"
"What's up Jerry?"
"Phone call."
Susan picked up the phone and pressed the line that was blinking. "This is Susan Lewis."
"You have got to see this place," Abby said by a way of greeting.
"That bad?"
"No. I mean the bar is a regular old bar. As a matter of fact it's a cop bar called 'Thin Blue Line'. But the apartment above it? Oh my God, Susan you would die. It's gorgeous."
"Your dad had good taste."
"More like my dad's second wife had good taste. The lawyer, who was also a friend, said she decorated the place."
"Your dad was married?"
"Yeah. She died a couple years ago. The bar was his outright even before they even met."
"Oh," Susan said. "So, now what?"
"I have no idea. But Susan? I wouldn't expect me back anytime soon," Abby said looking around the room she was in.
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Maggie was sitting at the bar when Abby walked in from the back.
"Hey. Fix you a drink?" Abby teased.
Maggie smiled and then looked around. "This was your father's dream for so long."
"Really?"
Maggie nodded, "Yeah. He always wanted to open a place like the one his grandfather told him stories about. Your great grandpa was a cop, did you know that?"
"No, I didn't," Abby shook her head. "In Minnesota?"
"No. Here."
"Really?"
"Yep." Maggie looked at the clock. "You hungry?"
"Yeah."
"I saw a pizza place down the block. I'll go get us one with pepperoni."
"Sounds great." Abby smiled and then she put her hand in her pocket.
"On me," Maggie said. "I've got my keys if you go back upstairs."
"Okay Mom."
Maggie left and Abby grabbed a menu and took a seat at a table. She started to look it over. A few minutes passed and she heard a knock at the front door.
She looked up and said loudly, "We're closed."
"NYPD ma'am."
"Oh. Uh, hold on a sec," she called. She got up and went to windows beside the door. Looking out, she saw a man and a woman in front of her door. She knocked on the window and got their attention. The man flashed a badge. Abby nodded and opened the door. "Sorry about that."
"Can't be to careful," the woman said.
"Come in," Abby moved aside and permitted them access. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm Detective Logan, this is Detective Silvera. We're investigating a robbery and one of our suspects says that at the time of the incident he was here."
"When was that?"
"Two nights ago."
"Then unless he has a key, I'm pretty sure he's lying."
"Why's that?" Detective Logan asked.
"Because according to my father's attorney we've been closed since my father died, a week ago."
"I see," Detective Silvera said. "Do you have the number for your father's lawyer? We'd like to verify that you were closed on the night in question."
"Uh, yeah. One sec I think it's in the office." Abby went behind the bar and through a door. She returned a few seconds later with the number. "I can also call the bouncer and check the story. His number is a little harder to find. My father's office is a little messy."
"Break-in?" Logan asked.
"No. Paramedic traffic."
"Oh," he said. "Sorry."
"No problem."
"This is my card," he said writing down something. "My beeper number is on the back. Call me when you get a hold of the bouncer or have him call me."
"You got it Detective- Mike?" She looked at the card and then at him.
"Mike Logan," he nodded.
"You wouldn't by any chance have a grandmother named Greta Michaels who used to live in Minnesota, would you?"
"Have we met?"
"I'm Abby Lockhart. My maiden name is Wyczenski."
"Abby?" Mike's face broke into a smile.
"Hey Mike," Abby hugged him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Like I said. I just inherited the place."
"Your dad owned this place?"
"Yeah. You been in here?"
"Everyone who works for the city knows this place," Mike's partner said. "I'm Frankie."
"And as you may have guessed, I'm Abby."
"Good to meet you," Frankie smiled. "You know what? I just realized I never told my sitter to make sure my son got a nap today. He's not feeling well."
"We should go anyway," Mike said. "Abby, good to see you again. I'll be back opening night."
"Okay," Abby smiled.
Mike and Frankie left the bar.
Mike came back in a few minutes later.
"Abby?"
"Was there something else?" She asked.
"Are you busy tomorrow night?"
"No," she shook her head.
"Wanna have dinner?"
"Can I have another one of your cards?"
"Sure," Mike handed one over.
Abby wrote something down and handed it back over, "Call me when you get off work. You know where I live."
"I'll do that." Mike left again.
When Abby was sure she was alone she let out a happy little, "Yes!"
Author: Me
Email: soap_queen@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all.
A/N: Thank you Patti for being a beta reader and the best cheering section. Check out some of her Third Watch Stories, including the one we write together called Off Duty.
Ch 2
"My father left me a bar?" Abby stared at her dad's attorney.
"A tavern," the attorney corrected.
"The distinction being?" Maggie asked.
"Taverns serve food, Mom," Abby explained.
"Oh."
"If I may continue? Bill also left the stipulation that if you chose to sell the bar, the money would be divided equally between you and your brother. If you choose to keep and operate the bar, ten percent of the profits go into a bank account that is in trust for your brother's medical needs as they arise."
Abby nodded, "How did my father know about Eric?"
"He hired a private investigator last year when he was diagnosed with his heart condition."
"I see."
"Well, would you like to see your property?"
"As a matter of fact I would."
hr
"Hey, Dr. Lewis?"
"What's up Jerry?"
"Phone call."
Susan picked up the phone and pressed the line that was blinking. "This is Susan Lewis."
"You have got to see this place," Abby said by a way of greeting.
"That bad?"
"No. I mean the bar is a regular old bar. As a matter of fact it's a cop bar called 'Thin Blue Line'. But the apartment above it? Oh my God, Susan you would die. It's gorgeous."
"Your dad had good taste."
"More like my dad's second wife had good taste. The lawyer, who was also a friend, said she decorated the place."
"Your dad was married?"
"Yeah. She died a couple years ago. The bar was his outright even before they even met."
"Oh," Susan said. "So, now what?"
"I have no idea. But Susan? I wouldn't expect me back anytime soon," Abby said looking around the room she was in.
hr
Maggie was sitting at the bar when Abby walked in from the back.
"Hey. Fix you a drink?" Abby teased.
Maggie smiled and then looked around. "This was your father's dream for so long."
"Really?"
Maggie nodded, "Yeah. He always wanted to open a place like the one his grandfather told him stories about. Your great grandpa was a cop, did you know that?"
"No, I didn't," Abby shook her head. "In Minnesota?"
"No. Here."
"Really?"
"Yep." Maggie looked at the clock. "You hungry?"
"Yeah."
"I saw a pizza place down the block. I'll go get us one with pepperoni."
"Sounds great." Abby smiled and then she put her hand in her pocket.
"On me," Maggie said. "I've got my keys if you go back upstairs."
"Okay Mom."
Maggie left and Abby grabbed a menu and took a seat at a table. She started to look it over. A few minutes passed and she heard a knock at the front door.
She looked up and said loudly, "We're closed."
"NYPD ma'am."
"Oh. Uh, hold on a sec," she called. She got up and went to windows beside the door. Looking out, she saw a man and a woman in front of her door. She knocked on the window and got their attention. The man flashed a badge. Abby nodded and opened the door. "Sorry about that."
"Can't be to careful," the woman said.
"Come in," Abby moved aside and permitted them access. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm Detective Logan, this is Detective Silvera. We're investigating a robbery and one of our suspects says that at the time of the incident he was here."
"When was that?"
"Two nights ago."
"Then unless he has a key, I'm pretty sure he's lying."
"Why's that?" Detective Logan asked.
"Because according to my father's attorney we've been closed since my father died, a week ago."
"I see," Detective Silvera said. "Do you have the number for your father's lawyer? We'd like to verify that you were closed on the night in question."
"Uh, yeah. One sec I think it's in the office." Abby went behind the bar and through a door. She returned a few seconds later with the number. "I can also call the bouncer and check the story. His number is a little harder to find. My father's office is a little messy."
"Break-in?" Logan asked.
"No. Paramedic traffic."
"Oh," he said. "Sorry."
"No problem."
"This is my card," he said writing down something. "My beeper number is on the back. Call me when you get a hold of the bouncer or have him call me."
"You got it Detective- Mike?" She looked at the card and then at him.
"Mike Logan," he nodded.
"You wouldn't by any chance have a grandmother named Greta Michaels who used to live in Minnesota, would you?"
"Have we met?"
"I'm Abby Lockhart. My maiden name is Wyczenski."
"Abby?" Mike's face broke into a smile.
"Hey Mike," Abby hugged him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Like I said. I just inherited the place."
"Your dad owned this place?"
"Yeah. You been in here?"
"Everyone who works for the city knows this place," Mike's partner said. "I'm Frankie."
"And as you may have guessed, I'm Abby."
"Good to meet you," Frankie smiled. "You know what? I just realized I never told my sitter to make sure my son got a nap today. He's not feeling well."
"We should go anyway," Mike said. "Abby, good to see you again. I'll be back opening night."
"Okay," Abby smiled.
Mike and Frankie left the bar.
Mike came back in a few minutes later.
"Abby?"
"Was there something else?" She asked.
"Are you busy tomorrow night?"
"No," she shook her head.
"Wanna have dinner?"
"Can I have another one of your cards?"
"Sure," Mike handed one over.
Abby wrote something down and handed it back over, "Call me when you get off work. You know where I live."
"I'll do that." Mike left again.
When Abby was sure she was alone she let out a happy little, "Yes!"