Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries)

eight or so. Those are the only nights she sleeps over. He takes her back home around seven-thirty the next morning.”
    “Do you ever see any other women at the house?”
    He stopped and looked at me, and for the first time I wondered if he was going to lie to me and cover for John Hyatt. He finally sighed and shook his head. “I don’t understand why a man who has a beautiful woman at his side would go out looking for something else,” he said with disapproval. “There is another woman, and it seems like she practically lives there. I don’t know her name, but she’s got long blonde hair and a large chest. She parks a white Lexus in the garage and sneaks in and out at all hours. I wish I could give you a better description, but the only time I ever see her is if I catch a glimpse through one of the upstairs windows.”
    “That’s all right, Mr. Mooney. You’ve helped me a lot,” I said as I stood to go. “Maybe you could keep watching for me and keep a log of the times you see this woman. If you know what you’re looking for maybe you can get a better description.”
    I handed Mr. Mooney a card with my number on it and said goodbye. I knew two facts: Veronica Wade had somehow convinced John Hyatt to give her my house, and Veronica had long blonde hair and a large chest. It was too soon to believe in coincidences, but the evidence so far was pretty damning.

    I sped into Savannah casting nervous glances at my clock. It was three minutes till five as I parked my Z at the corner of Jefferson and West Gaston and waited for Barry Crumb to leave his office for the day. I sighted through the lens of the Nikon Megapixel Digital Camera Kate had left in my mailbox at school, just to make sure I had a clear shot of the door.
    In all honesty, I had no idea how to work the camera. It had way too many buttons and moving parts for me to feel comfortable using it, but Kate had assured me all I needed to do was point and shoot.
    I opened Barry’s file and looked at the 5x7 shot of him paper-clipped to the inside and shuddered. I tried hard not to dry heave at his photograph, but it took more will power than I possessed. Why anyone would want to sleep with Barry Crumb was a mystery to me.
    Dr. Crumb was an OB/GYN with an office in the heart of Savannah, so he did a brisk business. He wasn’t having financial troubles, just the opposite. Business was booming for Dr. Crumb. But his wife of thirteen years had a suspicion that Dr. Crumb was spreading his love around, and apparently it was my job to find out one way or another.
    I checked my watch one more time. 5:15. His car was still in the lot, so he hadn’t slipped past my attention while I was getting settled in with all the necessary comforts. The thought did cross my mind that I might need a new car for my new career, but James Bond seemed to get by okay with a flashy sports car so I could too.
    The sight of my target brought me out of my daydream.
    “Bingo.”
    I sighted Dr. Crumb with the Nikon and took a couple of quick photos to make sure the thing worked. He got into his new Lexus convertible and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror.
    I put the Z in drive and kept about a block behind him, making sure to keep a couple of cars between us. I followed him down Montgomery and flipped on my blinker as he turned right on West Bay. My adrenaline pumped and my heart pounded as I swerved around some pedestrians, never taking my eyes off of Dr. Crumb.
    I called Kate on my cell phone as I followed his Lexus into the Hyatt Regency parking lot.
    “Have you seen this guy?” I said by way of greeting. “That’s not even a face a mother would love. How is this guy bagging chicks?”
    “It takes all kinds,” Kate said. “Plus, his wife told me he has other attributes that can’t be seen on first impression, if you get my drift.”
    “Huh,” I said and disconnected.
    I took a couple more shots of Dr. Crumb entering the hotel and sat back into my waiting position. I’d found that sitting still by myself was much harder than sitting still with Kate in the car, so in about half an hour’s time I’d eaten all my trail mix, finished two Sudoku puzzles and graded thirty quizzes.
    The summer sun was still high, and I started to wonder how Dr. Crumb could have sex in the daylight. Greg and I had never done it in the daylight. If we were going to do it at all, it had to be right before The Tonight Show came on. Greg had it down to a science. He’d finish at