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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Map

  What People are Saying

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  THIRTY-THREE

  THIRTY-FOUR

  THIRTY-FIVE

  THIRTY-SIX

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  BIOGRAPHY

  OTHER NOVELS

  Thank you

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  Threes, Sixes, & Thieves

  Julie B Cosgrove

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Threes, Sixes, & Thieves

  COPYRIGHT 2017 by Julie B Cosgrove

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  Publishing History

  Prism Edition, 2017

  Paperback Edition ISBN 978-1-5223-9754-0

  Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-5223-9753-3

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  Dedicated to my Bunco Biddies in Burleson, TX.

  I love being with y’all as we roll the dice, pray, and share our stories.

  The food everyone brings is scrumptious, too.

  What People are Saying

  Julie's a genuine jewel when it comes to dishing this delightful tale of sleuthing by seniors.

  ~Mary Daheim, author of the B&B and Alpine/Emma Lord mysteries

  From the moment the gals decide to help the busy local police solve a murder on their territory, Betsy Ann, Ethel, Janie, and Mildred will wiggle their way into your heart with their determination to learn “real” detective work while protecting Sunset Acres and serving the best bakery and tea.

  ~Lisa Lickel, author of the best-selling Buried Treasure mysteries

  Ms. Cosgrove's Bunco Biddies cozies will be a welcome addition to many reading lists, mine included.

  ~Sharon McGregor, author of the Island and Boarding Kennel mysteries.

  Julie Cosgrove has created a laugh out loud mystery with quirky older characters. Bring on the next book!

  ~Cynthia Hickey, author of the Nosy Neighbor Mystery Series

  ONE

  “Blake?” Janie Manson grabbed the back of her hospital gown and trotted down the glossy, antiseptic-smelling hallway. Her clinical-issued footwear barely gained traction as she halted to peer into each room on the ward. “Blake? Blake, where are you?”

  A certified nursing assistant stopped and put her finger to her lips. “Shhh, Mrs. Manson. May I help you?”

  “Where is Chief Detective Blake Johnson? Ah, there he is. Never mind.” She slid into the entryway of Room 229.

  The CNA shook her head and went about her duties.

  Janie’s son-in-law sputtered when his gaze caught hers. “J-Janie?”

  His eyes stretched into his forehead as Janie shuffled toward his bed, one hand clutched behind her.

  “Is that you?”

  “Of course it is.” She sighed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection from the window. Her skid-free socks tumbled to her ankles. Her bony-knobbed knees, bed-pillow hair, and one-size-fits-none institutional garment completed the look—not one of her best.

  Melody, her daughter, gawked at the sight. “Mom, what are you doing?” She thrust one hand to her hip. The other aimed at the door, her forefinger pointing. “Get back to your room, right now.”

  Blake laughed. “Talk about a parent-child role reversal.”

  Melody gave him a don’t-cross-me glare.

  “Humph.” Janie ignored her daughter’s admonition and turned her focus to Blake. “Guess what I just heard?”

  Blake scooted up a bit in his bed. “What?”

  She swirled one hand around like a lopsided helicopter blade. “More crime at Sunset Acres. We need to bail from here and head over there lickety-split.”

  Blake’s attention flashed to Melody then back to Janie. “Excuse me? We?”

  “You know what I mean.” Janie waved away his comment and perched on the edge of his hospital mattress.

  Melody plopped in the visitor’s chair with a defeated sigh. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Mom. You two are in the hospital because of your last harrowing experience.” She gave them both a dagger-laden stare, her arms laced over her waist.

  “Honey, take a deep breath. Let’s hear her out.” Blake shifted his attention back to his mother-in-law. “What crime?”

  She leaned in. “Burglary. The Baileys were robbed two nights ago, while they were at their granddaughter’s junior high graduation.”

  “Calm down. I’m sure Chief Gates is on it.”

  She discounted his placating tone. “Here’s the bizarre thing. They live at number 366.”

  Blake breathed through his nose. “OK? And that is significant because...?”

  “Let me finish. Well, yesterday afternoon while she attended the opening of her great-nephew’s summer baseball season, Joan Stephens, in apartment 633, had her big screen TV and video recorder snatched.”

  “In broad daylight?” Melody clucked her tongue.

  “It’s easier than you might think. It is a retirement community, hon. Everyone is usually napping after lunch.” Blake winked.

  “I’m serious, Blake.” Janie tugged on her gown. “Anyway, they also took her diamond earrings and an opal brooch she inherited from her grandmother.”

  “They?” He scoffed. “You’ve already established there was more than one?”

  “Hello? I said big screen TV. We’re talking sixty-five inches. Her grandson gave it to her for her birthday last March because she’s half-blind and refuses to wear her spectacles.”

  “So?” He took a sip of water.

  Janie rearranged the items on his hospital tray. “So, it make
s sense there were at least two burglars. They’d both need to carry it out the door.”

  “OK. It’s feasible.” His eyebrows squished together as he held his cup in midair. “Wait. 366 and 633, you say?”

  She bobbed her head in rapid motion. The mattress wobbled like a car with worn-out shocks bumping over a pothole-filled road. “You see? You see? There has to be a connection.”

  Water sloshed from the rim in the wake of her excitement. Blake set the toss-away cup down and wiped his hospital robe with the back of his hand. “Your enthusiastic movements just gave me a second sponge bath.”

  “Sorry. But you see my point, right?”

  “Perhaps. I think you might be stretching it a bit.”

  Janie harrumphed. “Well, at least call it in. I bet no one else at the station will have put two and two together.”

  He took another deep inhale and decided to segue from her jab about his police department. “How did you discover this news?”

  “Babs and Mildred. Oh, along with Ethel and Betsy Ann. They’re visiting as well.”

  “Now?”

  “Yep.” Janie motioned with her head toward the doorway.

  Four of the Bunco biddies―a title the ladies dubbed themselves during their first crime investigation at the retirement community where they played the dice game weekly—huddled at the doorway sheepishly wiggling their fingers in hello.

  Blake motioned them into the room. “Ladies. Please join us.”

  They began to speak all at once―

  “How are you doing?”

  “Hope we aren’t intruding.”

  “You gave us a fright.”

  “I’m so glad you’re OK.”

  Blake pivoted his head, no doubt trying to catch the gist of what each said. “Glad you came by. I’m fine, honestly. A little tired, perhaps, but...”

  Melody stood and laid her hands on two of their elderly shoulders. “Ladies, I think it is time for everyone to leave, don’t you? My mother and husband need to rest. They were kidnapped and drugged yesterday, remember?”

  Each looked to the highly-polished, green-speckled floor and mumbled their apologies. They wished him well, hugged Janie, and shuffled out.

  “I’ll be there in a minute, y’all. Meet you back in my room,” Janie called after them.

  The last of them, Ethel, gestured OK as she closed the door.

  Blake cleared his throat. “Look, Janie. Most likely the Baileys and Mrs. Stevens already reported it. I’m certain a police team is investigating as we speak.”

  She folded her arms over her waist. “Most likely? You mean none of your team has informed you?”

  “I’m sort of on administrative leave right now.”

  Janie gasped. “Because of me?”

  He gave her a soft smile. “No, my fault. I broke protocol. Mostly, it’s due to the fact we’re both here.” He whisked his hands around to encompass the room. “I need to be cleared medically before I return to full duty.”

  She lifted off the bed and rearranged her clinical garb. “Very well. But mark my words. There will be a third robbery. Things do happen in threes.”

  He rubbed his temple. “They often do, yes.”

  “I think you should beef up patrol, especially around every condo or garden home with house numbers that contain only threes and sixes.”

  He reached for his cell phone. “OK, OK. I’ll call.”

  She nodded in approval.

  Melody stepped forward. “Is Mom really onto something, hon?”

  He leaned toward her. “It doesn’t hurt to request it. Otherwise your mother will set up a geriatric command center in her hospital room.” His focus flipped to Janie. “Won’t you?”

  She jiggled her head from side to side. “It had occurred to me...”

  Melody sighed. “Fine, then. Call.”

  Janie grinned and went back to her room.

  TWO

  The women gathered around Janie as she crawled back into her assigned bed. She peered into their eager faces. “OK, ladies, Blake obviously needs our help. Well, I mean, yours until I’m discharged from here.”

  Betsy Ann frowned. “Are you sure about that, Janie?”

  Ethel rubbed her hands together. “Ignore her question. What can we do?”

  Janie scooted into a sitting position and punched the button to elevate her head. “Start by discovering how many units in Sunset Acres have house numbers with only sixes and threes.”

  Babs giggled. “What if one is number 666?”

  Janie rolled her eyes. “If a witches’ sign isn’t hanging on the front door, call St. Matthew’s and ask for an exorcist.”

  Mildred crossed her arms. “She meant house numbers containing both threes and sixes, Babs. There are no threes in 666.”

  “Oh, yes, there are. That is, if you divide them by two.” Babs peered over her readers with a school teacher expression perfected after forty-four years in an elementary classroom setting.

  Her comment led to mumbles and a few nods.

  Janie knocked her knuckles against her wheel-around tray. “Ladies, please.”

  Betsy Ann snickered. “Well, Babs is correct.”

  Ethel crossed her arms over her chest. “I doubt if the burglars would figure it out though.”

  “Moot issue.” Janie sighed. “I don’t think there are any streets in our retirement community with six blocks except Radiant Way.”

  “Not even that street.” Ethel shook her short silver locks. “Last house is 462. The Jonahs live there.”

  Mildred raised her forefinger. “What about Rosy Skies Trail?”

  “Nah. Don’t think so.” Janie tapped her chin. “Half of the street is tennis courts and swimming pools on one side and golf course on the other.”

  The other ladies muttered in agreement.

  Janie gazed at the acoustic tile ceiling, deep in thought. “So, let me see. The Sunbeam Apartments, where Jane Stephens was robbed, has six buildings.”

  Babs nodded. “I lived there for a while until a condo came available. The numbering system is convoluted. The beginning number indicates what unit they’re in, the second tells you the floor it’s on, and the third their apartment’s location on that floor.”

  Ethel knitted her forehead. “Why did they number them in such a weird way?”

  “Ask the Board of Trustees.”

  Everyone groaned.

  “Wait a second.” Babs scrunched her eyebrows. “There are only four apartments per floor, and none of the buildings are more than three stories high.”

  “So, only Jane Stephen’s qualifies. 633. Which means she lives in unit six, third floor, third apartment.”

  “Correct, Janie.” Babs folded her arms.

  “Anyone got a piece of paper?” She eyed each of her friends.

  Mildred pulled out a small notebook. “I use it to make grocery lists.”

  Betsy Ann snapped her fingers. “Super idea. I always end up see-buying.”

  Janie cleared her throat. “Um, ladies?”

  “Ethel showed me, didn’t you?” Mildred nodded to her. “I saved over fifty dollars last month alone by sticking to my list.”

  “Ladies? Can we get back…” Janie darted her eyes between her friends.

  “You did, Mildred?” Babs’s eyes widened under her half-rimmed spectacles. “Oh, I definitely need to start doing that.”

  “Trust me. It works.” Ethel grinned.

  Janie whistled, which caused one of the nurses walking by in the hall to stop and peer in with a stern glare. She gave the woman in scrubs a finger-wiggle wave. “We’ll keep it down. Promise.”

  The nurse gave them a terse smile and moved on.

  “Back to the project at hand. My guess is there can’t be too many house numbers that fit the pattern. Find the homes which do. Go knock on their doors. Make sure they learned about the burglaries and tell them to take caution.”

  Ethel stomped her foot. “Perhaps now Mrs. Jacobs can convince the board to put in one of those state-
of-the-art alarm systems. You know. The models with a medical alert button as well.”

  “Oooh.” Babs clutched her hand to her chest. “I’d love it. The commercial says everyone receives a pendant or wrist watch to wear as well, in case you slip in the bathroom.”

  “My friend, Margaret, has one. Of course, she pays almost double what we do for her condo at Senior Shores in Austin.” Mildred scoffed. “Their fees are higher than a cat’s back in a dog fight.”

  Ethel joined in. “Well, I hear those units leak like a sieve. They think they can get away with the high cost because it faces Lake Lady Bird.”

  “Who’d want all those tourists and joggers peering into your windows?” Betsy Ann screwed up her nose.

  “Well, the view is spectacular if your unit faces the water like Margaret’s does. Then again, the other side offers a shot of downtown and the capitol.”

  Janie sighed and closed her eyes. She’d lost control of the conversation. They were off on another tangent again. Her temples started to throb. If she lay quietly, they might get the message and leave.

  In a few minutes, the chattering stopped, and the squeaks of orthopedic soles marked their exit from the room. Ah, peace at last. Now she could think. Her mind churned, the ideas taking shape, but soon they faded as her body begged for yet another nap.

  ~*~

  The next day, both Blake and Janie were released from the hospital. To keep Melody from overstressing, Blake told her to tandem with Ethel when she came to pick up Janie. “Follow them to Sunset Acres in your car. Settle in your mom first. I can manage.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Jamie has his learner’s permit now. School gets out early today, so he can be my chauffeur. It’ll give him practice.”

  “Well, I don’t know...” She tucked her teeth into her lower lip.

  Blake leaned in and smacked her cheek. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

  Janie smiled from her wheelchair in the doorway as the orderly stood behind her. Ethel held onto the metal trolley bulging with flowers and balloons. “Very gracious of you, Blake. But Ethel and the gals can help out. Melody, go be with your husband.”

  “Janie. I can handle it. Please, let her go with you.”

  “Absolutely not. I’ve intruded enough.”

  Melody slipped her purse onto her arm. “Well, since neither of you need me, I’ll just go shopping instead.”