Getting Old Is Criminal Part 6

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"Works for me," says Sophie to Ida. "I could live in a place like this. It fits my standards of living."

Bella just stares-up, down, everywhere, her mouth hanging open.

A resident directs us to the office of the general manager, Rosalie Gordon. The room is soothing, the manager elegant. She is tall, in her forties, dressed simply but stylishly. Her a.s.sistant, a slightly chubby woman in her twenties, works across the room. She is introduced to us as Myra. Like her boss, she wears muted colors. They blend in with the wall decor, as if even management should be inconspicuous to the residents of this luxury community.

After a few pleasantries about the weather, Mrs. Gordon starts her spiel about the facility. Do we want to know about the amenities first? The health and wellness plan? Which of us is interested in joining the happy Grecian Villas family? She is busily pulling out brochures for us as she speaks.

I stop her quickly by taking out our card and handing it to her. For a moment she studies it, confused. "You're all private investigators?"



I say, "Yes," and the gang nods eagerly. "We're investigating the death of Esther Ferguson."

She looks even more perplexed, as does her a.s.sistant.

"At the behest of her son, Alvin."

"I see," says Mrs. Gordon. "It's not about the missing Oriental rug? I already told him it must have been lost by the movers."

"It's not that. It's about how she died."

"This surprises me. We'd already spoken to him, and I had hoped I'd allayed his fears about how his mother died." She pauses. "Obviously not. But I'm afraid there is nothing to investigate, Mrs. Gold. It was a sad occurrence, but not unexpected after a long and comfortable life. Apparently, Mrs. Ferguson was drinking champagne in her bath and fell asleep. She died very peacefully, I should think."

Myra jumps in. "She was found hours later by that dear Mr. Smythe, her beloved companion."

My ears perk up at "dear."

"What is your opinion of Mr. Smythe?" I ask.

Myra gushes, "Wonderful, wonderful. The man is a saint."

"I would have to concur with that," adds Mrs. Gordon, managing a small smile.

Evvie glances at me. That word saint saint again. Interesting. again. Interesting.

"How long were they together?" Evvie asks.

"Three wonderful months." Myra lays one hand over her heart. "They met the first week Philip arrived, and it was love at first sight."

"Where was he when Mrs. Ferguson pa.s.sed

away?" Ida jumps in. I can see that Sophie and Bella are intimidated in this posh environment. They stand stiffly and silently.

"Playing his usual bridge game with the Feig sisters and Alice Brown. You might speak to them. They'll tell you how enchanting he is." Myra can hardly hold back her enthusiasm.

Mrs. Gordon is a bit more sedate. "All the ladies here adored him. The man was so generous with himself. On dance night, he took turns dancing with all the ladies. He was a regular Fred Astaire. On shopping days, he escorted a group of them and helped carry their bags. After all, the ratio of women to men here is ten to one, and Mr. Smythe is a very robust seventy-five years of age. Very friendly. Very healthy."

"Wasn't Mrs. Ferguson jealous?" Sophie finally gets the courage to speak. "Didn't it make her mad?"

"Au contraire," says Mrs. Gordon. "Esther got a kick out of all the other ladies vying for his attention. Everyone knew she was the love of his life." says Mrs. Gordon. "Esther got a kick out of all the other ladies vying for his attention. Everyone knew she was the love of his life."

"We're all going to miss him. He was a s.h.i.+ning light among us," contributes Myra.

"Miss him?" I ask quickly.

"Yes," Myra says mournfully, "he left soon after the funeral. He said he could no longer bear to be in a place where every little thing reminded him of his precious Esther." With that, Myra's eyes tear up.

At my request, Mrs. Gordon reluctantly takes us all up to the Smythe-Ferguson apartment. She explains, "I don't usually do this. So please hurry. Of course, new tenants live here now. All of Esther's things were taken out by her son."

I'm not going to find any clues here, but it's good to get a picture of how they lived.

"Did Mr. Smythe have his own apartment?" I ask.

"Oh, yes, briefly, but soon after they fell in love, Esther insisted they move in together."

"Who paid the rent?" I ask.

"At first they shared it, but then Esther insisted on taking it over." Myra giggles. "She practically twisted his arm. He was such an old-fas.h.i.+oned gentleman."

We look around, suitably awed. Large, s.p.a.cious, elegant. The girls are obviously shocked by the mirrored bathroom.

"The guests seem to like it." Now Mrs. Gordon hurries us out. "My tenants are due home shortly. I think we've been here long enough."

Back in her office, I ask Mrs. Gordon if she happens to remember where Mr. Smythe lived before he came to Grecian Villas.

"Of course I do. We who have the upper echelon of retirement resorts know all about one another. He lived at Seaside Cliffs on the other side of the state, in Sarasota, before he came to us."

"And now? Do you have a forwarding address?"

Indeed she does. "He's moving the first week in September to one our compet.i.tors, Wilmington House in Palm Beach. Lucky them."

She writes down the address on the back of her card and gives it to me. "When you see him, tell him everyone at Grecian Villas misses him."

When we are outside, we take a last lingering glance at the s.p.a.cious Grecian Villas. Bella and Sophie sigh.

"Only five thousand a month," says Evvie. "A mere pittance."

"Who cares," says Ida as she walks quickly toward our car. "I like where we live better."

"I can't wait to meet this guy," says Sophie.

"Me, too," says Evvie.

"Me, three," says Bella.

"I can wait. Believe me," says Ida, our lady of petulance, "no man can be that good."

Yes, some can. I think of Jack, hoping he'll have returned my call by the time we get home. I'm anxious to put this fight behind us.

But I admit I'm intrigued about "Romeo" as well. Lover or killer? I wonder. Hopefully we'll find out soon.

TEN.

CASE REVIEW.

Ida pours us another round of coffee, all decaf feinated except for mine. We are in her apartment this time around. Shoes off, exhausted from our meeting this morning and lunch on the way home. I need my nap and am dying to check my answering machine, but the girls want to rehash what we know so far.

Ida's place is spa.r.s.ely and simply furnished, spotlessly clean. She isn't into any specific type of decor. Her living room walls are covered with photos of her grandchildren, who live in California. They are very old photos, since she has not heard from her family in years, even though she continues to write to them. It's obviously heartbreaking for her, but she has yet to tell any of us what caused this terrible rift. Nor are there any photos of her ex-husband-she never talks about him, either.

Her "Florida room"-as enclosed sunrooms are called down here-is for her many crafts. She sews, embroiders, quilts, and knits. Most of which she gives away. She makes stuffed toys for poor children at Christmas. So many things to keep her busy through the lonely nights?

Sophie warms up some macaroons in Ida's toaster oven. To make them softer, she claims.

Once the food and drinks are ready, the meeting of Gladdy Gold and a.s.sociates is off and running.

First we discuss the latest Peeper incident with Dora Dooley.

"We should do another follow-up, anyway," Evvie says, "before we call Morrie again." The girls all adore Jack's son, Detective Morrie Langford. Not only because they think he's cute, but because he's always willing to help us-after I do a little convincing. Frankly, right now I'm not in any hurry to face Jack's son with our relations.h.i.+p so up in the air.

"Maybe Dora remembers some details by now. Maybe she did get a look at the Peeper," adds Ida.

"I'll do it," I say quickly. Any excuse to stop by Phase Six and maybe run into Jack. Or casually drop in on him. He has to be home sometime.

Now Ida is ready to give her report as everyone noshes contentedly.

"I got the manager of the Seaside Cliffs Retirement Resort in Sarasota on the phone a few minutes ago, and it was as if I was talking to that Mrs. Gordon at Grecian Villas. Same story. Everybody loved Philip. He was the belle of the ball, so to speak."

"You mean, beau of the ball." Evvie can't resist.

Ida ignores her. "The really interesting part is that he had a special lady he lived with who died of heart failure. A Mrs. Elsie Rogers. Same response. He moved out because he couldn't bear living where everything would remind him of his beloved. Boo-hoo. Everybody cried at the funeral and they cried when Philip Smythe left. Sound familiar?"

We exchange glances. This is a surprise.

"Sure sounds like a pattern to me," Evvie says as she helps herself from a bowl of strawberries.

Sophie asks, "So what kind of pattern?

Ida, not surprisingly, spouts a caustic opinion about men. "My guess is he picks out a woman in a retirement place. Gets all the s.e.x he wants 'til she drops dead. You know how men are. That's all they ever think about. Maybe he wears them out, that's why they die. Then he leaves."

Bella sighs. "What a way to go."

Evvie laughs, shaking her head. "Ida, there must be one nice guy in the world."

Ida stiffens and raises her chin high. "Maybe Mahatma Gandhi . . . and he's dead."

"Nicely put," I say mockingly to Ida, but she is immune to my sarcasm. Her husband must have been some piece of work to inspire her bleak att.i.tude about men.

"But why leave?" Evvie asks. "He can probably choose his next lady friend from a hundred panting others, since he's such a great catch."

"Good question," Bella says. She suddenly grins. "You know who he reminds me of? Our Peeper. He goes from window to window looking for love."

"Cheaper than going from retirement home to retirement home," says Sophie. Everyone laughs.

"Love ain't what he's looking for," says Ida snidely.

"Maybe this Romeo guy would be embarra.s.sed to have another hot chickie in the same place," Sophie says, back on track.

"That must be it. Well, what do you expect him to do?" Evvie adds. "Tell all the women to get in line and pick a number. Like at the meat counter?"

"Next!" says Bella playfully, raising her hand and pretending to jump up.

"It also would look peculiar if every one of those same chickies died," says Sophie.

"But they're old. Of course they'll die." This from always-practical Ida.

"You're old, too," Sophie points out. "You'll die, too."

"So will you, so shut up. Who asked you? I'm making a point here."

"Girls, girls . . ." I say, to no effect.

"Girls, stop fighting," Evvie says loudly, rapping her spoon on the table.

"Stupid, where's your logic?" Ida says, glowering at Sophie. "How can he know he he won't die before his lover?" won't die before his lover?"

Bella looks confused. "But isn't that sweet? He makes one woman happy, then goes off to the next. Like the Pied Piper."

Sophie pretends to s.h.i.+ver. "Don't talk about rats. They scare me."

Evvie sums it up. "So what are we saying here? Philip Smythe is a healthy, active man in his seventies still looking for love?" She grins. "Over and over and over again."

"s.e.x!" Ida interrupts.

"Okay, he finds someone to love and and have s.e.x." This she says pointedly at Ida. "She dies eventually of natural causes. He truly feels sad and leaves." have s.e.x." This she says pointedly at Ida. "She dies eventually of natural causes. He truly feels sad and leaves."

My turn. "But Esther's son is sure Philip Smythe killed her."

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