Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 8
…“Constance Caraway!” He quickly ushers them inside. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow…
With much anticipation and a smattering of trepidation, the team of Constance & Fanny wait for a response to the thunderous ‘BING-BONG!!!!’ they hear from on the other side of the front door. “The bigger the house, the grander the doorbell,” she tells Fanny.
After a scant minute, Fanny lifts the manual door/black brass adornment, then releasing it. A resounding boom resonates through the wooden door. “And the knockers are bigger too!”
“You never told me that you liked big knockers,” inside humor between good friends. Neither of them fits the bill.
That one gets past Fanny, who is wondering why no one is coming to the door. And it isn’t getting any warmer; should have worn heftier coats, but it was 68 degrees when they left out of Florida.
4 feet raise 4 inches off the granite landing.
“William is running late,” states the man from behind them.
“This is he and who might yea be?” The man appears to be in his late 30s and quite handsome at that.
“We are from CCPI in Tallahassee Florida.”
“Constance Caraway!” He quickly ushers them inside. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow… but I’m glad you’re here. But forgive me for saying that you don’t look anything like I imagined… taller, I mean.”
“Disguises, don’t you know? I figured if I showed up with my hound’s-tooth hat and magnifying glass that it would be a dead giveaway.”
“Oh my, yes! I have no idea who is watching, what they’re watching or what their intent is.”
“Do you know “they” are?” No time for formalities.
Without prompting, the un-introduced Fanny takes up lookout posture, keeping one eye on the front parkway, while checking lampshades, picture frames and such for listening devices.
“No, I don’t have a clue, which is why I called on your agency.”