When they were in the car, Allen asked, “Tara, can you call Carl Jacobson and find out where Melody and her son are staying?”
“Sure, but why do you want to know?”
“I have a hunch about something. I don’t like or or trust her, and I know she doesn’t love Jaime. She may have, when they had Hunter together, but she hasn’t for quite some time.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because she’s not even upset that Jaime is dead. You are the one who is upset and missing him, and all she cares about is money.”
Tara made the call to Carl Jacobson. “Carl said that Melody and Hunter are staying at the Wisteria Hotel.”
“Want to do a little snooping with me?”
“Absolutely,” Tara smiled. She really liked her father-in-law and was glad for this time she could spend with him and Eva.
They arrived at the Wisteria fifteen minutes later. They stopped at the front desk and Allen spoke with the concierge. “Could you please tell me if there is a Melody Richardson staying here?”
The concierge looked at Allen suspiciously. “We do not give out personal information about our guests.”
“Look, I am her father-in-law and her husband, my son, has recently been murdered. I was told she and my grandson are staying here and I want to know if they are, and if they are staying alone.”
“Oh, I am so sorry for your loss, Mr., uh, what did you say the name was again?”
“Richardson. My name is Allen Richardson.”
Taking notice of Tara, for the first time, the concierge asked, “And, who is she, sir?”
“One moment, please.” The concierge typed something into the computer and looked at the screen.
“Yes, there is a room being occupied by Melody Richardson and a child.”
“Is there a third person staying in the room or maybe in an adjoining room?”
The concierge looked back at the computer screen, clicked the mouse once or twice and said, “No, there is no room adjoining to that room and no one else listed as an occupant in the room Mrs. Richardson is occupying.”
“I see.” Allen looked around the large foyer of the hotel. He noted that they had some large, green, leafy plants placed around the foyer, some conveniently blocking the view of some of the furniture, from the entrance and pathway to the elevators and stairs.
“Would it be all right if my daughter and I sat in your foyer for a while and waited for Mrs. Richardson’s return?”
“As long as you do not cause a disturbance, that would be fine.”
“Thank you. Come on, Tara.”
“What are we doing?”
“We are going to sit over here and watch.”
“What are we going to do when she comes back?”
“We are just going to see if she has anyone, besides Hunter, with her, or if she meets someone here.”
“Do you mind telling me what you are thinking?”
“In due time. In due time.”
Allen and Tara sat in the foyer for about two hours before they began to feel hungry. There was a little cafe type restaurant in the front corner of the hotel, just past the entryway. They decided to sit at a table that still provided a good view of the entrance and ordered some lunch.
After lunch, Allen went back to where they had been sitting in the foyer and Tara went into the little bookstore in the back corner of the foyer. She purchased a magazine for herself and a newspaper for Allen, and then went back to settle down for more waiting and watching.
Around 3 p.m., they observed Melody Richardson and Hunter return to the hotel. No one else was with them, but Allen insisted they wait a while longer. He said he had a strong feeling about his hunch.
They waited another hour and then saw Melody exit the elevator alone and dressed in a beautiful dinner gown. They watched as she waited a few minutes by the elevators and observed a well-dressed gentleman exit the elevator a few minutes later, and he smiled when he saw Melody. He approached her, took her hands and kissed her gently on the lips. Then they turned to exit the restaurant, Melody’s arm in his.
“Well, what do you know? You suspected there was someone else she is romantically involved with,” Tara was impressed at her father-in-law’s hunch.
“Yes, and that’s not all, but we need to leave now. When we get home, I need to place a call to that Sergeant Olsen.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?”
“In due time. In due time,” Allen smiled and he and Tara drove to Tara’s home.