Happy World Frog Day From Ackeridge!

March 20th 2019

Bea sat in the mailroom, she had so far received five pamphlets from the man and woman hanging around the lobby of the Foxberry. Maybe she should start keeping a tally. The excessive amounts of pamphlets didn't seem odd on it's own, people who were giving out pamphlets were going to give out a lot of them, the odd thing was that they all had the same point on a list of actions circled..

5. Life forms - Realize that life isn’t limited to humans. Care for an animal, plant, or insect.

She supposed Ackeridge counted, but what "boils" would she be getting rid of? the only thing she could think of that was festering was Mr. Evans' murder investigation.

 'Hah,' she thought, 'Maybe Ackeridge will solve the murder, save us all the trouble.' Then she was shaken from her thoughts as the mailroom door slammed open.

Stephanie Greene strode in.

"Hey, Stephanie. I've got some more of your mail in the back let me grab it for you before you take everything back upstairs." Bea got part of the way out of her chair before Stephanie Interrupted her.

"I'm not here for my mail. I want to know what you think you're doing meeting with Dorothy Rose all the time lately."

"Excuse me?"

"We're all trying to solve this murder and you're fraternizing with our number one suspect?"

"No of course we're trying to solve the murder, I brought up the idea that Dorothy might have something to do with it when Ack-, when I found some more mentions of Roses in Mr. Evans' letters. But I haven't talked to Dorothy more than a polite hello when she gets her mail."

"Not at all?"

"Not at all." Bea was baffled, for lack of a better word. Why would anyone think she had been meeting with Dorothy? Unless Dorothy was going somewhere that looked like she could be meeting Bea while Bea wasn't actually there.

"Oh no." Bea got all the way out of her chair now.

"Oh no what?" Stephanie asked.

"You thought I was meeting her in here, right?"

"Yeah."

"She could have been stealing mail I was holding from Evans' pile. His whole case got stolen from the police station."

"Oh no."

Bea and Stephanie burst through the door into the back room, and opened the drawer where Bea had been keeping Evans' mail.

It was empty.