Sabotage Yes or No Part Four a Tracy Gayle Mystery by Sponsoring Member author Trish Hubschman #DetectiveMystery, #TracyGayle, #Series, #SponsoringMember

Sabotage Yes or No Part Four a Tracy Gayle Mystery by Sponsoring Member author Trish Hubschman #DetectiveMystery, #TracyGayle, #Series, #SponsoringMember

Sabotage Yes or No Part Four
By Trish Hubschman
February 2024

Tracy Gayle

“Gabe hasn’t spoken to his father since Dusty told the family about his relationship with Tiffany and Andrew,” Beverly said. Her tone was matter-of-fact. She lifted her tea cup to her lips. We were in what was called ‘The Morning Room’. Two walls of windows allowed a lot of sunlight to stream in. There were ceiling fans going and central air conditioning on.
I narrowed my eyes. “I thought Dusty’s son just started working at the bank offices. How can he not speak to his father?” I asked.
The corners of her mouth came up in a wry smile. “Professionally, yes, Gabe will talk to him and in front of others he’ll be respectful,” she replied. “But Dusty is Mr. Heartland at work.”
That was super sad. “What about Dusty’s ex-wife, Francesca?” I asked. “Should I assume that Gabe’s attitude toward his father is due to his mother somehow?”
Her smile grew broader. “Francesca knew about the relationship with Tiffany. I wouldn’t be surprised if she arranged it,” she said. “Andrew being born was definitely a shocker, but that happens. Francesca blew the whole thing out of proportion. Gabe feels his father wronged his mother and, well, isn’t happy about it.”
That gave me an opening. ”Do you think Gabe might be trying to sabotage the rebuilding of Century End in order to, say, get revenge on his father or Trust United Bank?”
Her eyes widened. “That would be cutting off his nose despite his face, wouldn’t it?”
I smiled. “Stranger things have happened,” I replied. “What about Dusty’s brother, Richard? He does construction work, doesn’t he?”
She nodded. “He’s one of the sub-contractors McAllister Enterprises works with,” she replied, and then held up her hand. “If you’re going to ask me if Richard knows the man that just disappeared, I’m sure he does, but I can’t tell you how any of these people work together, so please don’t ask me.’
I smiled and nodded.
Beverly invited me to go with her to the assistive living facility to see Dusty’s mother, Grace. I was touched by the invitation. I had nothing on my schedule for the afternoon. Danny was busy doing whatever he was doing. And I’d love to see Grace Highland again. She was quite a lady. I agreed. Beverly suggested we take separate cars so we could go on our own way after. That made sense. We go into our respective cars. Hers was in the garage. Mine was at the curb. While waiting for her to pull down the driveway, I called Danny to fill him in on the plans.

“Good news, Babe,” Danny said when he answered his phone. “They found Dean Sollars.”
My first reaction was to bristle. “What condition was he in?”: I asked.
“He’s alive, Babe, but not in too good of shape. He was beaten up badly and, whoever did it, pumped a heck of a lot of drugs into his system.”
Despite the grisly picture Danny had just painted of Sollars, I released a small sigh of relief. The man was alive. Alive was good. “Have the police spoken to him yet?” I asked.
“Not yet,” he replied. “He hasn’t regained consciousness, but the doctors are hopeful that he will,” Danny said. His tone didn’t convey one hundred percent certainty on his part, but no one could ever be too sure.
“Was Julie Sollars contacted?” I asked. That was protocal.

Danny chuckled. “Sure. And the lady and her sister, along with a lawyer, barreled into the hospital making demands. She wanted to see her husband immediately or she was going to sue the hospital for kidnapping him.” Danny laughed more heartily.

My eyes widened. “What happened? She, of course, had the right to see him,” I said.
‘”According to Jared, no,” Danny replied. “She was too wound up. They felt it wouldn’t be good for the patient.” He paused to compose himself. “They were probably right. Security was called and they escorted her to the waiting room, where she was told to sit and relax.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “What did the lawyer do during all this?”

Danny snorted. “Absolutely nothing. Poor guy didn’t say a word.”

I noticed the garage door opening and Beverly’s car start to ease out. I rushed the conversation with Danny. “Bev invited me to visit Grace Highland with her today. Should I still go or bow- out? You and I can go down to the hospital.”

“Go see Grace,’ Danny shot in. “Sollars still hasn’t come to. Nothing we can do today. Enjoy your afternoon and we’ll go tomorrow.”

That was fair. I disconnected the call and started my car. I’d fill Bev in on the latest when we got to the assistive living facility.
. .
Grace Highland was thrilled to see us, especially Beverly. “Where’s my son? Where’s my grandchildren?” Grace demanded. “Darren, Natalie and Gabriel. They haven’t been here to see me in a while.”
Beverly glanced at me and smiled. Grace acknowledged Dusty’s children by Francesca as her grandchildren, which they were, but she wouldn’t call Dusty by his legal name. She brought him into the world as Darren Highland and that’s who he was to her. Beverly never corrected her mother-in-law on that.
“Now, Grace, we’ve discussed that,” Beverly said, her tone patient. ‘”Natalie’s in Paris. She’s an artist.”
Grace clapped her hands together. “Yes, of course I remember that. But she’s close to her father, right? Darren’s such a good man.”
Without letting her smile flicker, Beverly nodded.
There was no way to actually know how close Natalie and her father were, especially with the girl living in Paris, but she did call her father from timed to time and she seemed to accept that he’d had a relationship with Tiffany and that she had a half-brother, who she hadn’t met as yet.
“The men are at work,” Beverly said, but left it at that.
Grece thankfully didn’t press the issue. She turned to me. “Who are you?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. I’ve explained my presence to Dusty’s mother a few times before, but I didn’t know if that had been the proper way to do it. I looked at Beverly for help.
She took over. “Grace, do you remember Monica Tide’s oldest boy from years ago?”:
“Oh yes, lovely little boy. His name was Danny. I wonder what happened to him?” Grace’s eyes narrowed.
I was very curious to hear Beverly’s answer. She flipped her hand to me. “Well, dear, this is his wife, Tracy.”
Grace Highland looked more confused than she had before. This was exhausting for the three of us. Beverly and I didn’t stay much longer. When we were back in the parking lot, I told her what Danny had relayed to me on the phone earlier.
“I’m glad they found Dean,’ she said. “Let’s hope he gets better soon and can tell us who did this to him and what’s going on.”
I agreed.

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Gayle’s Tales: Tracy Gayle Mysteries
by Trish Hubschman
Copyright December 23, 2022
The book is for sale from Smashwords (e-book only) and from Amazon in e-book ($3.99), paperback ($8.50), and hardcover ($16.50).
175 pages in print.


Gayle’s Tales is a collection of Tracy Gayle mystery short stories.

Everyone’s favorite couple, Tracy and Danny, are still going strong, romantically and professionally, rocking and rolling and solving crimes.

Tracy has to locate missing persons who vanished decades earlier.

She gets tangled in murder investigations she hadn’t anticipated.

She digs into a coal mining town that’s been uninhabited for 40 years and discovers secrets and skeletons.

In the end, she brings long–lost family members and friends back into each other’s arms and lives.

Through all this, she and Danny are planning their wedding extravaganza at the Plaza Hotel in New York City.

Tracy narrates her own adventures in these tales, as she does in the books.

About the author
Trish Hubschman is the author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series: Tidalwave, Stiff Competition, Ratings Game, Uneasy Tides, and Gayle’s Tales.
Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in South Carolina with her husband, Kevin, and their dog, Henry.
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  1. Trish Hubschman Reply
    May 29, 2024

    I’m so excited about this story. There are 20 parts . Tomorrow I intend to start the last part. It started out as a short story for my writers group and it’s grown so much.

  2. Hi Trish! I love when that happens!
    Happy Writing!
    Readers want more!
    But let’s not give them the end.
    Send me parts as you wish, but we shan’t give them the very end. They’ll just have to wait till it comes out. 🙂

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