It was on the underside of this dome, the part in view above the waiting room, that the only attempt to decorate in colors was made – artistic plaster embellishments of heraldic emblems, which are now fully restored. The dome was truly lavish and beautiful in its different prismatic colors, especially when lighted at night.

I looked up and studied the splendor of the paintings.

“What ‘cha doing?” Dee Dee came back and followed my gaze.

“I’ve been reading about the history of the hotel. Isn’t the dome beautiful? I read where John Staten of Boston opened Stanton House in 1870. It was ahead of its time with the placement of a recently invented telephone in the lobby. And it had electric lights.”

Dee Dee laughed and sat down in a chair next to mine. “You sound like a history lesson.”

“Since I’ve been working for the magazine it’s in my blood. Anyway, let me finish. By the end of the century it wasn’t doing so well, so Stanton sold it to the Southern Railroad in 1905 and they leveled the old hotel in 1906 to make way for the railroad station.”

She craned her neck to take in the entire ceiling. “It really is beautiful. Now,” Dee Dee pulled out a tablet from her gigantean bag, “let’s get down to working on this list. We don’t have a minute to waste.”

“You’ve got that right. And I’m supposed to be working on the Ghoston murder for Harv. I don’t know how I’m going to finish it before the deadline he gave me.” I separated the branches of the fern and looked out into the lobby. I had a great view. “I feel sorry for Tilly. She was beside herself over Nana’s fall.”

Dee Dee guffawed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry Trixie,” Dee Dee snorted. “I had this picture in my mind of Tilly standing beside herself.”

I smiled. “Well, put that way I could see how you’d think it was funny. Unfortunately, I’m not in a funny mood right now.”

“I understand. I was just trying to lighten the mood. We have to laugh some, Trix, or we’ll end up crying and that won’t do anybody good.” She reached in her bag and quickly retrieved a pen. I was in awe. “Tell me who all the other participants in the workshop were and a little bit about them. We’ll have to find out where they’re staying. Got any ideas how to get that information?”

“Detective Sams?”

“See, you made a funny. Good for you.” She wrote something on the paper and underlined it with a flourish. “Now, tell me a name.”

I lifted my head and stared into space trying to remember my classmates. Bodene’s name popped in my head first. “Okay, Bodene Tate.”

Dee Dee looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Sounds like a good Southern name.”

“Yeah, I hope he doesn’t represent all Southerners because he’d give us a bad name. He’s this big, burly guy and he’s all tatted up.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Dee Dee said.

“No, but it’s what he said that got everyone’s attention. He told the class that he’d been in prison and he wanted to write his memoir of prison life. According to him, “he didn’t kill nobody,” and he wants to write a book to clear his name. He said he didn’t have any writing experience, but he thought it would be pretty easy.”

“Wow, he sounds like a character. Were all your classmates of this caliber?” A giggle escaped Dee Dee’s lips.

“No, it was a very eclectic group. There was Lori Wilson, not only is she cover-model beautiful, she’s smart, too. She’s the editor of an ad driven magazine, The Tennessean. She has aspirations of being an editor for a women’s magazine, and with her ambition and gorgeous presence, I believe she just might.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a killer.” Dee Dee shook a cramp from her hand.

“You and I’ve both learned you can’t go by what someone looks like to finger them as a killer.”

“Yeah, we learned the hard way didn’t we?”

“There’s something about her though that raised my hackles. Annie asked if they had ever met and Lori told her “no.” But the look Lori gave Annie could have melted butter. I think there must be some bad blood between them. Why else would she look at her like that?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to put a star by her name.”

“I think she mentioned living in Chattanooga. She might be a good suspect to start with.” I separated the leaves of the fern for another check and staring back at me was a pair of dark, beady eyes. I yelped, jumping from my chair.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Dee Dee followed suit, and sent pad and pen flying. “What in the tarnation’s going on, Trix. Why’d you do that?”

“Somebody was spying on us.” I grabbed the arm of a uniformed staff member for an explanation. The older woman’s head seemed crooked, and then I realized it was because her hair was leaning sideways. I hoped it was a wig. She reached up to straighten it, now it leaned the other way. “Why were you watching us? You could get in trouble for that.”

A Cheshire Cat grin spread across her face. “Yeah, well everyone around here is a little jumpy and I heard you mention poisoning someone.” She tugged at my hand. “Let me go. I should tell my supervisor about this. Come to think of it, I might just bypass my supervisor and go straight to the police.”

“Go ahead, we don’t have anything to hide.” I let go of her sleeve and gulped, that wasn’t exactly true. I suspected it wouldn’t bode well for me with Detective Sams if she discovered what we’d been discussing. Too late to worry about that now. “Wait!”

She scurried off like a squirrel chased by a dog. Dee Dee stood totem pole still with her mouth agape.

“My goodness,” I turned toward Dee Dee, “what do you think she really heard?” I sat back down before my legs gave out.

Dee Dee found her voice. “I don’t know, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. Let’s get back to our list.” With her bottom turned heavenward she retrieved her pen and tablet. She sat, scooted around for comfort, and placed the tablet on her lap with aplomb. “Shoot.”

I stuck my finger and thumb out and pulled an imaginary trigger. “Bang.”

“Funny, Trix. Very funny.” She tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. Her laughter echoed in the large, open lobby. “Thanks for the comic relief. We needed that. Just hope nobody was spying on us.”

“That’s for sure. All right, who do we have on the list so far?” My shoulders relaxed a bit and my breathing settled to almost normal. I had a feeling it would be short-lived.

“We have Bodene Tate and Lori Wilson,” Dee Dee said.

“There’s Tippi ‘with-an-i’ Colston.” I gave Dee Dee the queen’s wave. Tippi’s a gorgeous redhead. The problem is she knows it and she holds her nose just a little higher than most. I tried being friendly with her, but she didn’t warm up any.” I recalled something about her I’d forgotten until now. “Hey, I just remembered she was outside Annie’s door when I was in the hallway. I need to tell Detective Sams about this.”

“Yeah, that might take the investigation in another direction – away from you. Why don’t you call her now?” Dee Dee reached in her bag and pulled out her phone. It always amazed me how fast she could find something in her mammoth bags. “Here, you can use mine.”

I rummaged around in my purse for the detective’s business card. I finally located it on the bottom. I handed it to Dee Dee. “Can you read the number; I don’t have my reading glasses on?”

Dee Dee reached for the glasses she’d pushed up on her head and pulled them down into place. “Here ya go – 555-4582.”

I punched in the numbers and put it on speaker phone so Dee Dee could hear. After two rings a woman answered. After I asked for Detective Sams, she informed me that the detective was away on business and asked if I wanted to leave a message. I’d be sitting on pins and needles until she called back.