"When I came to work for Mr. Spivey, five years ago, the business was still growing. Mr. Vernell had gone off to tend to his other business and Jimmy needed someone to help out in the worst way." Her eyes widened a little and I knew then that Bertie had fallen hook, line, and sinker for Jimmy's fast talking.

"I tried to tell him there were problems, that some people weren't doing right by him or the customers, but I couldn't get him to listen. As long as he could run off when he wanted, the money kept coming in, and everybody liked him, Jimmy was fine. He didn't care what Tommy or Don did."

This was the good stuff. "You know," I said, leaning in closer, "Jimmy was a fine man." Bertie's eyes welled up with tears. "The very thought of someone trying to take advantage of him just makes my blood boil!"

Bertie's eyes flashed again. "He didn't have a wicked or disloyal bone in his body!" she said. "There he was, loyal to that terrible woman, and her sneaking around here like a yard dog, sniffing up after Tommy Purvis. They weren't even trying to keep it a secret, if you ask me."

"You mean Roxanne and little Tommy Purvis?" I acted like this was the biggest surprise in the world.

"Oh yeah, honey," she said, "All the time! The second Jimmy'd take off to play golf, in'd come Roxanne, like the queen of the world. She and Tommy'd sit out in her car for hours. Her just a-smiling and him acting like she was the hottest thing around. And you know, he didn't mean a bit of it. It was insurance, pure and simple."

"Insurance?" Bertie was going faster than I could track.

"Oh, sure," she sighed, "Tommy was taking kickbacks from the set-up guys." I must've looked confused. "You know, the guys that put the homes on the lots and secure them to the piers and all. If Jimmy'd found out, he would've just killed Tommy. But he knew Roxanne wouldn't let Jimmy fire him. Wouldn't suit her needs. And," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm sure old Tommy was cutting Roxanne in for a goodly amount."

"Roxanne was taking money from her own husband's business?"

Bertie nodded sadly. "She and every other living creature knew Jimmy didn't love her. He tried, but he couldn't hide it. He was in love with someone else, if you ask me. I just never knew who it was." Bertie looked even sadder. "You think I like my hair this color?" she asked suddenly. "Jimmy used to say how much he loved curly red hair so I-" She broke off, staring at me. "Hey!"

I didn't know what to do. I kept my face neutral and played stupid.

"It was you!"

"Bertie, I was married to Jimmy's brother! I would no more…"

Bertie shook her head. "That don't mean much, as envious as Jimmy was of his brother."

"I never," I said.

"Oh, I'm not saying you did," she said. "But it sure explains a whole lot. Unrequited love." She sighed wistfully. "I was turned down for Jimmy's unrequited love. Just like in the movies."

I let her trail off into the romanticized version of her past, and then brought her back with a snap.

"And Don done him wrong, too?"

Bertie's eyes flashed and I knew we were closing in for the kill. "You better watch out for him, sugar," she said, "'cause he sure isn't worried a thing about you!" Bertie's cheeks were flushed and her ears were turning as red as her dyed hair.

"What do you mean, he isn't worried about me? He ought to be worried. If Jerry Lee Sizemore found out he's been doing wrong…" Again, I let my voice trail off and Bertie chimed right in.

"Oh, it didn't take Mr. Sizemore finding out," she said. "I knew for a long time what Donald Evans was up to. I even told Jimmy about it, not three days before he died. I just didn't care anymore."

The hairs stood up on my arms and I felt chill bumps run across the back of my neck. "What did you tell Jimmy?"

"About how Donald Evans was lining his pockets with money from Ashdale Manufacturers while Jimmy lost out! Had to be close to three hundred thousand a year that Jimmy never saw."

"How could Jimmy not know?"

" 'Cause Don wasn't here three months before he'd won Jimmy over and convinced him he could run the day-to-day of the lot. Then he cuts a deal with Ashdale to rep only their homes, and put them on Ashdale's lots, and use Ashdale's finance company. Jimmy would never have done business like that."

So why hadn't she told Jimmy sooner if she cared so much for him? I looked across the table at her, a long hard look, and realized what must have happened. Bertie wasn't just unattractive, she was homely. Underneath her thick layer of makeup, her skin was deeply pockmarked. One eye wandered ever so slightly to the outside of her face. And a padded Wonderbra was probably all that stood between her and the outside world. Don Evans hadn't wanted Bertie Sexton, either.

She saw the look on my face and her own face hardened with bitter anger. "He's got him a high-dollar girlfriend," she said. "Rolls around town in a white Caddy. Picks up her cell phone and says 'jump,' and old Donald comes running."

Poor Bertie. "Well, you two sure seemed cozy when I stopped by," I said.

Bertie pushed her thick red hair out of her eyes and attempted to fix both eyes on me. "Do you think I'm a fool?" she asked. "If he knew I'd found out about him and Ashdale and then told Jimmy, he'd kill me." She saw the shocked look on my face and rushed in. "Well, maybe not kill me, but you shoulda seen Jimmy's face after he went in and had it out with him!"

Bertie made a big show of looking at her watch, and then back at me.

"I can't stay," she said, "I've got things to tend to. I came to you only because I cared so much for Jimmy." I didn't believe that for one sweet second. "I was going to just leave. After that sweet Mr. Sizemore offered me a job, I thought I'd just walk away and not need the Mobile Home Kingdom. Everything's different now. And nobody pays like the Spivey brothers, least not until that cute Jerry came along." She sighed again, as if resigned to hear lot in life. "But that don't matter now. What matters," she said, the angry glint back in her eye, "is that somebody needs to look out for me and the Kingdom. I know how Jimmy felt about his brother, and I hear he's bad to drink. He can't be counted on. No, the way I see it, I figure that somebody oughta be you."

She stood up, grabbed her purse, and stood staring down at me. Clearly I was the last hope in a long line of failed heroes. I watched her walk off, a frumpy wanna-be sex kitten. Now what? I wondered.

The moms were leaving Bisquitville, rushing off to run their errands in the two hours left before they returned to preschool to pick up their little darlings. I watched them, pairing up in twos and threes, and for a moment I felt envious. I wanted those years back. I wanted to rush off to the grocery store, then take my little girl home for a nap. I wanted to be me, before it all unraveled, before I knew what a louse Vernell was.

But who was I kidding? Something inside me knew that Vernell was no-good husband material before we even married. And no matter how many times I could magically transport Sheila back to toddlerhood, she still had to grow up into a rageful adolescent and leave me behind. A few years from now, who knew? Maybe she'd marry and have a daughter of her own. Maybe then she'd decide to be close again.

I shook myself and stood up. It wouldn't do to stay in one place too long. Not with the police and a killer on my tail.