Soft Serve Secrets: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 3) (6 page)

Officer Manning shifted in his chair. “Why didn’t you tell this to the police when it first occurred. The report says you told police it was an accident and no mention of him trying to kill you.”

Trix sighed. “Honestly, the story seemed implausible. I mean really, it sounds like a movie script. Besides, I didn’t want his family to be heartbroken over the revelation of their son trying to kill his wife. They had enough to deal with. I came to find out that his death was both a sorrow and a relief to them.”

“How so Miss Trixie?” I asked.

“Well dear, I wasn’t the only one he threatened. His family had long suffered by his untreated mental illness. They were relieved when he left and married me. I just wish they had warned me of his…condition.”

“You didn’t notice how unstable he was before marrying him?” Officer Manning asked.

“Oh, he hid it well,” Trixie answered. “Sure he’d pop off every once in a while, but don’t most men? You know, testosterone and all.”

Officer Manning looked back down at his notepad.

“Anyway, I was dumb and thought I was in love, when I simply wanted my freedom away from my parents. What I found was a prison I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”

“I’m not saying that I was without fault here, but I will plead immaturity and ignorance for a lot of it. Maybe I was wrong about lying to the police, but in my young mind I thought I was doing what was best for everyone, his family included.”

Officer Manning looked up from his notebook. “You also benefited from the insurance policy by lying.”

Trixie straightened up in her seat and started to fold the ugly brown blanket. “Young man, Daniel’s death was an accident. He did not jump nor did I push him. The insurance pay out was on the up and up.”

“She’s right,” I interjected. “While Trixie didn’t disclose all the details, Daniel’s death was an accident.”

Officer Manning reached over, shut off the tape recorder, and snapped his notebook closed. “Thank you Ms. Florez. I believe we can close this chapter. I’m satisfied that what occurred was an accident.”

Trixie stood up. “Thank you Greg, errr Officer Manning. It feels good to finally tell the truth of that day for the record.”

I gave her a hug and Officer Manning escorted us out of the interrogation room. As we walked to the front of the station, we saw Stormi standing beside Mr. Florez.

“Look who I found,” Stormi chirped.

Mr. Florez looked his dapper self wearing freshly pressed navy slacks with a light blue button down shirt. The color was back in his face and he appeared ready to take on the town.

“Ben, what are you doing here?” Trixie exclaimed. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Never better,” he answered. “The doctor’s office called. They’ve changed that new medicine they put me on. Seems it can cause dizziness and lightheadedness. I knew I didn’t feel right after I started taking it. Now that I’ve been off of it the last few days, I feel like a new man.”

Trixie walked over to Ben and took his face in her hands. “So you know I would never hurt you.”

“Oh my dear, I never did. However, I was too weak to fend off my very stubborn and hardheaded daughter. I simply thought it best to let her get it out of her system and when I felt myself again, I’d give her what for, and that’s exactly what I did just a little while ago.”

“Oh Ben, you weren’t too hard on her I hope.” Did I see a twinkle in Trixie’s eye? I believe she was secretly hoping he gave her a little bit of a sting.

“Let’s just say I set her straight. She won’t be pulling any more shenanigans with us again. I told her to act like a proper southern lady should and respect her elders.”

Trixie hugged her man. Such a cute little couple.

Ben pulled back with Trix still in his arms. “I heard from Paige and Bruce you were here. Are you alright my dear?”

“I am now. I wanted to get things straightened out with the police. I will tell you all about it later.”

We all walked out of the police station where the sun was setting for the day. The orange and pink clouds hung on the horizon making for a mystical end to a rather eventful day.

“Ben, why don’t you go to the Frozen Scoop with Stormi and I’ll meet you there. I want to talk with Tara alone for a few minutes.”

“If you trust me with this young filly,” he answered with a gleam in his eye.

“The better question is does she trust me,” Stormi hooted as she hooked her arm through Ben’s. “Come on Mister, let’s take a stroll.”

“Your cop boyfriend won’t get jealous will he?” Ben asked with a grin.

“He might,” Stormi answered. “Trixie better hold onto you with a tight leash.”

“I plan on it.” Trixie motioned them to move on. “Now get going you two, and don’t let them sell out of almond mocha before I get there.”

Stormi and Ben headed down Main Street back to the Frozen Scoop and Trixie guided me over to the small city park across from the police station. We sat together on one of the many benches strewn through the park.

“Tara, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me these last few days. Allowing me to stay at your house and then coming down to the station to offer a strong shoulder for me to lean on.”

I shook my head. “It was my pleasure.” I reached out and took her hand. “You mean the world to us girls and we didn’t want you to go through this alone.”

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate that. And hopefully one day Gracie will come to accept me as well.”

Trixie looked over at the pink and orange sky. “There are a few more things I’d like to get off my chest if you don’t mind listening.”

I shook my head, wondering what else there could be.

“I knew Gracie was running around town telling everyone who would listen about my past husbands and my year long disappearance after Daniel passed. Now, no one but my parents and Greta knew why I left and where I went. My folks have been dead for a long time, so when I wanted to talk about it, I had Greta.”

“I realize people didn’t understand why I stayed friends with Greta all these years. What they didn’t realize was the depth of our friendship. We’d been friends since grade school and shared many secrets over the years. I know Greta could be brash, but that never bothered me…I took her as she was. When we were alone we had the best time together. I’d get her laughing despite her best effort not to.” Trixie smiled at the memory.

“What most people didn’t understand, Greta was insecure. But she hid it by being brassy as you are well aware.”

I nodded my head. Oh yes, I came under the gun many a time with Miss Greta.

“Greta was good at keeping secrets and she kept mine to the grave. You don’t know how much it pained me that my daughter Eileen murdered my best friend. It is a pain that will never heal. I hide it though, because that’s what’s expected of me.”

“You can always talk to me,” I said. “About Greta or Eileen. I’m always here to listen.”

“I know that now,” Trixie said. “And I may just take you up on it. Some people say Ben and I got together too quick after Greta and maybe that’s true. But I’m older and so is he…what are we waiting for? Besides, I knew Greta better than anyone and I know she’d approve.”

The park lights came on as the sun dove out of sight on the horizon. The pink and orange hues turned to darker shades of burnt orange and dark pink.

“Now that Greta is gone, I have no one to talk to about my one last secret. I’m hoping that perhaps I could share it with you.”

I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t about to let her down. “Of course, you can tell me anything.”

Trixie nodded her head and looked down at the sidewalk in front of the bench. “After Daniel died, I discovered I was pregnant. Here I was, a young widow with barely enough money to keep myself going let alone a baby. I knew I’d have to give the baby up, but Lord I didn’t want the whole town to know about it so they could whisper behind my back.”

“So my parents arranged for me to go to a Catholic home for pregnant girls. Now most of these girls were pregnant out of wedlock whereas I was a widow. However, I never looked down on those poor girls like a few of the nuns did. Lord, what self righteous indignation they had.”

Trixie shook her head as if she was trying to release the memory from her mind. “It was sad. Most of the women never had visitors, but my parents and Greta would visit me every weekend. I was lucky.”

“Then my baby was born. A healthy wailing little boy. I got to hold him for the first couple of days. He had chubby cheeks and a shock of brown hair. I cherished those few times I held him. Then he was gone. A Catholic home for girls had couples lined up to adopt the babies and so on the third day I was told my son was put with a loving couple.”

“Did you sign documents releasing him?” I asked.

“Oh yes…everything was on the up and up. I knew it was the right thing to do for him and I, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Another thing bothered me as well. He was Daniel’s son and I feared the boy might have a piece of his father’s mental illness within him. I told the nuns about his father so they would be sure to tell any prospective parents, but honestly, I doubt they did.”

“Trixie, there’s a good chance he didn’t turn out like his father.”

“I hope he didn’t.” Trixie let out a huge sigh. “But there it is. My big secret. Greta kept it for all these years and when I wanted to have a little cry about it, she was always there for me. When I lost her, I lost a good friend and confidante. “

I looked Trixie in the eye. “Now you have a new one.”

“Oh hon, you don’t know what you’ve signed up for,” Trixie laughed.

“Have you ever thought about trying to contact him, your son?”

“Well, it was a closed adoption.”

“Yes, but nowadays I think there is a way to go around that, especially if the mother and child want to find each other.”

“Oh I’ve thought about it, and then I think maybe it’s best to leave sleeping dogs lie. Maybe someday I’ll look into it. Until then, I’m glad to have someone who I can talk to about him from time to time.”

We walked together back to the Frozen Scoop. I had a feeling one day Trixie would want to find her son. Curiosity can be a fickle fiend.

Trixie grabbed my upper arm as we strolled to my ice cream shoppe. “So now tell me girl, why aren’t you and that young stud Brandon dating?”

“Miss Trixie,” I exclaimed. “Why would you ask that?”

“Oh, I’ve seen how he looks at you. He’s definitely smitten. See! You’re blushing!”

I’m sure I was as I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Right now Brandon was peeved at me, but I’m sure it wouldn’t last long. Was I kidding myself at the prospect of Brandon and me? And what would Stormi think? For tonight, I wasn’t ready to contemplate those questions. It was time to serve Miss Trixie and Ben their almond mocha delight.

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