Monthly Archives: November 2014

Greetings from the Retirement Home Mysteries blog.  I trust you had a peaceful and restful Thanksgiving.

I want thank all of you who Read and/or Follow my blog and take this opportunity to briefly pause and recap things so far and provide an indication of things to come.

To date, there are three complete and “separate” mysteries set at the La Vida Aureo retirement community in Albuquerque, New Mexico, summarized as follows:

Case I (September 2014): The Virgin and the Maintenance Man:  La Vida Aureo’s macho maintenance man is discovered stabbed to death by a large screwdriver. The police and Matthew Dudley must not only identify the murderer but determine how the crime was actually committed.

Case II (October 2014): Passion, Physical Therapy and Profit:  There are strange happenings in the Physical Therapy Department and the motives of several people must be understood to get to the bottom of a drug operation potentially affecting the entire Albuquerque community.

Case III (November 2014): Damsels, Don Juan, Drama and Death:  Matthew Dudley must unravel a series of complex personal relationships to determine the events leading to the death of a resident.

Case IV, tentatively titled Undercover Operations, is completed and I am checking it carefully for typos, etc. before I post the first Chapter.  My goal is to post Chapter 1 in mid-December and complete the Case by December 31.  This time, Matthew Dudley finds himself in the middle of internal crime as well as a sinister plot of international terrorism.

If you enjoy these stories, I encourage you to share them with your friends, many of whom would appreciate more reasons to avoid retirement homes as they age!

A couple of suggestions for potential new readers:

  1. The dates of the Posts are arranged in “reverse order” so that the Chapters appear “in sequence” on the web page; you can just ignore the dates.
  2. Clicking on the Category button on the right (Case I, etc.) will take you to an entire Case in Chapter order.
  3. Each Case is organized as a separate Month, so clicking on a Month in the Archive section will also take you to an entire Case in Chapter order.
  4. If you click on the Follow button near the bottom of the page, it will ask you to enter your email address and, after you confirm, you will get each new Post (Chapter) delivered directly to your email as it is written without having to go back to the website.
  5. I suggest starting with Case I so you get introduced to the main characters.

Finally, I encourage and welcome your feedback, comments and suggestions concerning the characters, story lines, etc.  My goal is to provide an enjoyable reading experience.   Thanks again,

Eugene “Gene” Davis

Case III: Damsels, Don Juan, Drama and Death

Case III: Chapter 1: The Queer Quartet

After several months in his new role as La Vida Aureo’s resident Handyman, Dudley had settled into a reasonable daily routine. He had an early morning exercise session with Hans followed by a healthy breakfast in the main dining room. After breakfast, he enjoyed a third cup of coffee while he read the entire Wall Street Journal. Each day, a distinguished gentleman placed the paper in the same spot and nodded to Dudley as he left the room. It was Señora Angostura who told Dudley that this gentleman was a retired senior executive with New Mexico Power and Light Company, the primary utility service in the State. He had no family in the area and opted to live at La Vida Aureo, primarily for the socialization.

After reading the paper, Dudley reviewed his ToDo list of maintenance and repair requests and assigned a priority and level of difficulty to each. He also attempted to accommodate the schedules and personal preferences of the individual residents as well as “grouping” the tasks by type (electrical, plumbing, etc.). Over these past few months, he had become familiar with most of the residents and had learned which ones make legitimate repair requests and which ones simply want to “visit”. He had come to realize that many residents, both men and women, are lonely or adjusting to this new stage in their life. He dids not object to a bit of conversation as long as it doesn’t interfere with his repair work and that it remains “above board”. As Isabella described, there are lonely people, harmless flirts and a few “desperate housewives”. Dudley had become more adept at spotting the differences and the early warning signs.

One particular morning, Dudley had to alter his schedule to urgently repair a rather nasty leaking toilet. As a consequence, he found himself reading the paper and reviewing his ToDo list through lunch. He did not notice the group of four women who had congregated at a table at one end of the room until he overheard them talking. Dudley took his dishes into the kitchen and said gracias to Señora Angostura for accommodating the change in his schedule. “I noticed four women sitting at a table. Do they come in here often?”

“Oh, yes, they are here three or four times a week. They pretend to play cards or dominoes, but they really just sit and talk with each other for several hours. I do not know them personally, but they seem very different from each other. It is none of my business, but they do not seem to like each other very much.”

“What makes you say that?”

“One time, when I went to their table to see if I could get anything for them, I was able to hear a bit of their conversation. It sounded pleasant enough, but I sensed a lot of anger in their voices and on their faces. I do not know if they are angry at each other, or at themselves, but things are not as pleasant as they seem.”

“But, they still continue to meet?”

“Yes, so perhaps I was there at a bad time.”

“Oh well, Señora, I must be on about my chores for this afternoon; buenos dias.”

Dudley decided that Señora Angostura was correct; it was none of his business and he proceeded to one of the casitas to address an electrical problem. The resident called about an hour ago to say that her power had gone out in the kitchen. He hoped that it was only a faulty circuit breaker and nothing more serious.

Over the next few days, Dudley had occasion to stop in the dining room at various times during the afternoon and each time, this same group of four women were situated at the same table. While their voices were not raised, the conversation nevertheless seemed quite animated.

On Tuesday, Dudley stopped by the dining room for a quick lunch before resuming his repair work. He preferred to eat a modest lunch of fruit in the courtyard, but a brief rain shower had forced him inside. The same four women were ensconced at their table playing cards. He glanced up to notice a man walking into the dining room; actually, this man was strutting! Dudley tried not to be obvious and to keep a straight face as he continued to watch this scene unfold. The man was probably in his mid to late 50s with classic Hispanic features of dark hair and bronze complexion. But, it was his clothes, mannerisms and actions that intrigued Dudley. He wore black boots adorned with silver with a two-inch heel and a sleeveless tee shirt that was perhaps two sizes too small. His pants appeared to be painted on and were crowned with a large silver and turquoise belt and matching buckle. As he entered the room, he nodded to everyone, whether they acknowledged him or not. He stopped at several tables, always occupied by women, and leaned over and spoke to them. Dudley noticed that he put his hand on the shoulder of several of the younger women present and seemed to lean even closer to speak.

As if guided by some sort of macho radar, the man headed toward the table where the four women sat. They had obviously noticed his entrance, but continued their card game without looking beyond their respective hands. Despite their apparent lack of interest, they were unable to deter his inevitable approach. As he stood near their table, he seemed to stand a bit taller and puff out his chest to extend his area of influence. He spoke to each of the women in turn as he placed his hand on their shoulder. With one of the women, his hand seemed to linger a bit longer and he leaned closer and spoke to her ear. There was no reaction on her part. Apparently satisfied that he had paid homage to the assembled women, or at least the ones he had chosen to bestow his charms on, he turned and began to walk back across the dining room. Dudley ducked his head in order to avoid eye contact. He was afraid that he would not be able to keep a straight face as this man strolled past. But, to no avail; the man not only stopped, but sat down across the table from Dudley.

“You must be the new Maintenance Man. My name is Cesar Ramirez.”

Dudley stifled a smile and remembered his manners. “My name is Matthew Dudley and I am the resident Handyman. Most people call me Doc.”

When he got a closer look, it was apparent that Ramirez had put considerable effort into his grooming before making his entrance. Dudley was no expert, but the man’s hair looked too black to be natural and the silver streaks seemed a bit too perfect. But, it was hard to tell for certain because of the amount of what looked like 10W-30 motor oil he used to construct the slicked-back, pompadour style. Elvis had NOT left the building!

“I come in here nearly every day to visit the ladies, but haven’t seen you here before.”

“I usually eat my lunch in the courtyard, but the rain forced me inside today.”

“My day wouldn’t be complete without taking time to say something pleasant to all the ladies and this is the best place to catch them all.”

“I noticed. You seemed to pay particular attention to that group of four ladies over there.” Dudley decided he would satisfy his own curiosity a bit.

“Oh, those four are my favorites; I call them The Queer Quartet because they are so different. The “perky” one next to the window, that’s Dolores, but she’s certainly not dolorosa; she is always happy and sees the brighter side of every situation.   Sitting across from her is Mary, the one in the wheelchair. I knew her before her biking accident. She was a real beauty then, but the accident changed her completely. And, after her husband deserted her and ran off with a much younger woman, she basically gave up. The fact the he ran off with her nurse made it that much more painful. My favorite of the four is Carmine, my Italian spice. We both have that “hot Latin blood” and she’s really something, but she always plays hard-to-get with me. Finally, the one dressed up like a beauty queen across from Carmine is Estelle-Elena. She’s a real flirt and I know she’s crazy about me from all the suggestive remarks she makes. I just don’t want to be one of her conquests; I have my pride, you know.”

“The four of them meet here two or three times a week. They pretend to play mah-jongg or dominoes or cards, but it is really just a hen-fest. They could not be more different in every way and I wouldn’t call them friends, but they seem to really need each other. I guess that’s why they continue to meet.”

That was really more information than I want or needed, Dudley thought to himself. “Well, I thank you for your time and the description of those ladies. It always helps me be a better Handyman if I know a bit more about the residents and guests.”

“No problem. I’m just trying to do my part to help out. I must be going. I go to the physical therapy room every afternoon to work out. Got to stay in shape and look my best for all the ladies. They depend on me, you know. Well, adios, amigo; I hope to see you again.”

“I’m sure.” said Dudley as he got up to leave and attend to his ToDo list. He assumed that Cesar was relatively harmless and provided a bit of entertainment and levity for many of the residents.

Case III: Chapter 2: Cat Scratch Fever

Dudley was unaware of the verbal hissing, scratching and clawing that began as he left the dining room.

“I find that man disgusting,” said Mary Thomas. “I knew him when we both worked at Sandia Labs and he was just as offensive and vulgar toward women then. “

“He’s really harmless”, said Dolores Waverly. “You shouldn’t take him so seriously. I think he’s kinda cute in a funny sort of way.”

“He’s certainly not MY type,” said Carmine Felicio. “I like the “tall, dark and handsome” ones, but he’s way too old for me.”

“From the ones I see following you home, hissed Mary, Cesar is too old two or three times over.”

“I can’t help it if I meet attractive younger men when I go out to jog”, Carmine snipped back.

“Jogging or trolling?”

“I agree with Dolores”, interjected Estelle-Elena Varela Caballo, trying to prevent the situation between Mary and Carmine from escalating. “You have to admit, ladies, that “clothes make the man” and Cesar certainly knows how to dress. I particularly like the way his tight shirt shows off his muscles and his tight pants don’t hide his “main asset” either. I’d like to get my hands on that mucho gordo burrito he carries in his lunchbox, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s rude and crude, Estelle, even for you,” said Carmine.

“Well, I’ve had plenty of chances to compare ever since my first experience the night after my quinceanera. And prom night was pretty good, too. I know what I like.”

“OK, but that was how many years ago and it looks like you’re still wearing your prom dress. Now who’s “trolling”?”

“At least I don’t go out jogging and think that every young guy I pass wants to get into my running shorts!”

“Well, many of them do.”

“Ladies, ladies, ladies,” blushed Dolores.   “Can we get back to our card game? Who’s turn is it, anyway?”

“I think I’ve had enough card playing and “stimulating conversation” for one day”, complained Mary as she pushed herself away from the table and began to wheel toward to door.

As Mary continued her difficult journey to the elevator and back to her room, she was engulfed by a series of emotions, most of them negative. She resented much of the conversation with her “friends”, but they were her only means of socialization and she refused to become totally isolated. The wave of emotions which continued to dominate her mind became increasingly troubling as she entered her room. She decided that a small glass of wine would help her relax and clear her mind. It had the opposite effect, however. The wine made her relax but opened up to her mind to a flood of emotions.

Before her accident, she had actually been everything that these women claimed to be. She was attractive and athletic and had a position of increasing professional responsibility at Sandia Labs. Unlike Carmine’s fantasy, many men in her cycling club had frequently remarked about how well her Spandex fit and complemented her athletic figure. Mary took this all in stride and its primary effect was to strengthen her self-confidence. Despite all of this genuine male attention, Mary remained faithful to her husband. And unlike Estelle’s fantasies, their sex life had been varied and exciting. But everything changed with the accident.

Her injury was truly an accident. No one was at fault. No one did anything stupid or dangerous. Her bike skidded on some loose gravel and she fell. She had fallen many times before and had a few “trophy scars” on her knees and elbows to prove it. This time she landed in an awkward position and had severed her spinal cord. From that moment on she was paralyzed from the waist down. She remained optimistic throughout the early stages of recovery, but soon realized that this was an irreversible condition. Her husband’s support began to fade and she often heard him whispering with her nurse just outside her room. She initially assumed that they were discussing her condition and simply didn’t want her to hear, but soon realized they were making plans to meet secretly. Her husband became more distant and visited less frequently and eventually stopped coming altogether. Ultimately, a lawyer arrived and presented her with a divorce petition. She did not contest the situation and moved into one of the better suites at La Vida Aureo with the proceeds from the divorce. She continued to try to develop a positive outlook but was frequently overcome with anger and frustration.

Despite her need to maintain contact with a few women, she found so much of their conversation to be irritating and full of hypocrisy. She knew for example that Estelle’s overt flirting and promiscuous talk was simply a cover up. Estelle may have had sexual experiences with the boys after her Mexican “coming of age” party and her high school prom, but Mary knew that Estelle’s interests were now focused exclusively on women. She didn’t know if these early experiences had been unpleasant or whether Estelle refused to accept a subservient role after having been treated as a princess for much of her youth. Mary learned the truth about Estelle when she overheard two young cleaning maids discuss the situation. Estelle preferred her sexual adventures with women and she liked to seduce the young women working at La Vida Aureo. The two maids openly discussed Estelle’s behavior and giggled about how much fun it was to play “dress up” and enact various fantasy scenarios, always based on Estelle’s quinceanera ceremony or prom. Estelle always played the part of the handsome boy in these fantasies.

Mary noticed that her glass of wine was finished and that her emotions were moving into high gear. She decided it was time to get serious and let her emotions completely loose. She opened the bottle of expensive rye whiskey she kept in her bookcases and poured herself a full glass. It burned as she felt its warmth throughout her body reminding her of more pleasant times before she lost much of the feeling below her waist.

As the whiskey took effect, Mary’s thoughts turned to Dolores. She simply could not figure Dolores out or why she seems to be so happy about everything all the time. Maybe it was just an act on her part. Maybe Dolores spent a lot of time alone with her “electric toothbrush” and that kept her in high spirits. Or, it was possible that Dolores was one of those born-again types who believed she was blessed and that Jesus was taking care of everything for her. She never talked about much of anything or gave any clues and she always had that Cheshire cat grin on her face. It just didn’t make sense; nobody was that happy all the time.

Mary noticed that she had finished her drink and poured herself another. Her emotions were now in full flight and she turned her increasingly intense thoughts to Carmine. That situation was particularly frustrating for Mary because Carmine was living the life Mary enjoyed before her accident. Like Carmine, she had had her pick of men but chose simply to accept their attention and remain faithful to her husband. In her prime, Mary appreciated these compliments rather than being resentful and angry as Carmine was. Despite the fact that she routinely invited young men to spend the night with her (she really was “trolling” when she jogged), Carmine was never satisfied. She remained unfulfilled, always searching for something. Mary was becoming increasingly jealous. Carmine seemed to have everything Mary had lost but did not appreciate just how fortunate she was.

Mary descended into a state of self-pity, drained the last of the whiskey, slumped forward in her wheelchair and fell into a troubling and fitful sleep.

Case III: Chapter 3: Paloma’s Story

Dudley had a very successful day, completing a series of minor repairs, including refinishing an antique table for Mrs. Vigil. He was pleased with how well he was adapting to his new “career” and his life at La Vida Aureo. He had also rediscovered his joy of reading and there were plenty of classic novels available in the library.

On this morning, his ToDo list was relatively short and he decided to try to talk in more depth with Paloma Angostura. “Buenos dias, Señora Angostura. Como esta? I trust you are well on this beautiful morning. “

Hola, Señor Dudley. Muy bien. I am quite well, gracias.”

“I have been busy adapting to my new life here at and to my new responsibilities, but enjoying every minute. It has been an honor to know your children, and, if I am not being too forward, I would like to learn more about how you came to be at La Vida Aureo.”

“Certainly, my son and daughter always ask after you now that they know you are here under my watchful eye. They send their regards. My life has been a journey and I would be happy to share my story with you. Another coffee?”

“I am the daughter of immigrant farm workers from southern New Mexico and I am named after two cities near where they lived and worked. My father was an early participant in the Bracero Program, instituted during World War II between the American and Mexican governments to provide temporary contract agricultural laborers. For the United States, the program was a convenient way to provide much-needed labor to the agriculture industry during the war. The United States promised good wages and working conditions as well as modest benefits for these contract laborers. It also promised Mexico tighter border security to prevent persons who were not part of the Bracero Program from entering the country illegally. Mexico was concerned that this exodus would harm it own economy. Mexico also benefitted because the laborers returned with enhanced skills. Officially, the program limited the number of workers, but the promise of better wages encouraged many to enter the country illegally. Some American businesses took advantage of these individuals and their treatment and working conditions often was not much better than slavery. But, these workers were reluctant to complain because most had entered the country illegally.”

“My father was initially hired for seasonal work in southern New Mexico and, after several years, was promoted to the position of Foreman because of his skills and dependability. He was treated well by his American employer. He was able to save a portion of his wages to provide for his family who remained in Mexico. As the Bracero program was winding down, his employer offered him the opportunity to stay in New Mexico permanently as a full-time employee. With that support, he received his Green Card and eventually became an American citizen. With this stability, he was able to bring his pregnant wife to America.”

“My parents strongly encouraged me to get in education. Although I finished high school, I foolishly fell for a dashing young man and got pregnant before I could further my education. He left shortly after my second child was born and I dedicated myself to ensuring that my children had access to all the opportunities available to them that I had missed.”

“This experience and my youthful defiance broke my father’s heart and after several years in New Mexico, he died. My mother had been a capable worker and accomplished cook. She was completely adept using the food that was available and enhancing its flavor with natural herbs and spices that were available. My mother’s sister, Tia Luisa, was an accomplished Curandera and passed much of her knowledge about the use and preparation of naturally available plants and herbs. She also nurtured my understanding and appreciation of Mayan culture and tradition.”

“My mother was eventually hired as a cook for the Jaramillo family in Albuquerque. I assisted my mother in the kitchen while caring for my young children and learned much about cooking and the ability to enhance the flavor of almost any dish. Over time, my mother developed a comprehensive knowledge, not only of traditional Mexican foods but also those Castilian Spanish dishes the family preferred as well as many American and French dishes introduced by guests of the family. The Jaramillo family assisted my children to get a complete education, much more than I could afford on my own.”

When she finished, Paloma sat back in her chair and looked at Dudley. “Tell me about your story; I suspect that you are not native to New Mexico, but have an interesting story to tell.”

“I will and remind me to tell you about my own group of friends here in Albuquerque; they are not unlike the four women we were talking about recently, another Queer Quartet! Perhaps another time; I promised Mr. Sandoval that I would look at his computer; I hope it is just a loose connection. I know so very little about these new and complicated machines. I guess I’m just an old fashioned analog guy in an increasingly digital world. Isabella wants me to get a “smart phone” so she can send me messages any time she wants, but I’m resisting.”

Case III: Chapter 4: Revenge on Romeo

Dudley walked out into the courtyard and paused a moment to enjoy the warmth of the late morning sun. His ears picked up a discordant sound and he looked toward a passage way between two buildings. He saw Carmine Felicio and Cesar Romero standing toe-to-toe and apparently arguing about something. Cesar put his hand on Carmine’s shoulder and she forcefully brushed it away. He opened his arms, attempting to embrace her and she slapped him across his face. He didn’t seem fazed and broke into a wide smile. “Just stay away from me”, she shouted and turned to walk away. He reached for her arm and was rewarded with another forceful slap. She stormed away.

Cesar noticed Dudley and casually walked toward him. “My little bit of Italian Spice is having a bad day, amigo. Think nothing of it. Deep in her heart, she desires me. She knows she cannot resist my charms forever; maybe another day.”

“I am certainly not an expert on women, Mr. Ramirez, but when a woman says “No”, she usually means “No!”. It might be better if you left Ms. Felicio alone.”

“Ah, amigo, women with Latin blood are always temperamental. It is that “fire” that attracts me.”

“Nevertheless, I would advise you to stay away.” Dudley did not really want to interfere, but he found this type of macho behavior particularly offensive and it usually ended badly.

“OK, OK, I will. I’m sure there are others here who appreciate what I have to offer.”

“Please be a gentleman. I have found that it is always best to treat all women with respect.”

Still troubled by what he saw, Dudley walked back toward the main building to keep his appointment with Mr. Sandoval and his computer. Ramirez sauntered off toward the main lobby. Although it was none of his business, he shared Isabella’s commitment to the health and well-being of ALL residents. Ramirez’s behavior and attitude was not consistent with that principle and would, Dudley thought, eventually lead to trouble.

The following Monday, the Queer Quartet was once again seated at their regular table and things seemed to be proceeding peacefully, at least until Cesar Ramirez made his “rounds”. He again stopped at their table and spoke to each of them, but paid particular attention to Carmine Felicio. She didn’t respond to his attention and after a short while, he moved on to another table of women.   The four of them appeared to return to their previous activity and not exchange any additional conversation. About mid-afternoon, they all got up to leave, but Dolores sat back down. “You all can go on, I just want to sit here a while and finish my iced tea. I’m fine, really.”

Paloma noticed Dolores sitting alone and wanted to offer some solace, but reminded herself that it is “none of her business”.

Dolores continued to sit alone for quite some time and continued to look in Paloma’s direction as if she wanted to say something.

Finally, Paloma’s curiosity got the better of her and she walked over and sat down across the table from Dolores. “Miss Dolores, please excuse me for disturbing you, but you have a very troubled look on your face. Is there something you wish to talk about?”

“Oh, Señora Paloma, I am worried for my friends. I do not trust that man, Cesar Ramirez. I am afraid he is trying to push himself on poor Carmine. I have heard from other women here at La Vida Aureo that he can be quite insistent and refuses to take “No” for an answer. The way he has been talking to Carmine lately makes me afraid for her safety. He said some very sexually suggestive things to her again today. I don’t mean to bother you with my troubles, Señora, but can you suggest anything I might do to keep Cesar from hurting women and harassing them sexually?”

Paloma did not respond immediately. She certainly did not want to get involved in the affairs of any of the residents. Her role as cook was much too important to her. But, she has seen many men like Ramirez in her lifetime and knows how dangerous they can be and the pain and suffering they can inflict on women. Finally, she looked Dolores in the eye and says, “Tia Luisa taught me about many herbs and their uses. I believe I could offer you something that would “soften him” a bit, if you understand. If you were to put it in some food or drink, it might just make him a bit more humble toward women. ”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Oh, he might be angry and we would have to watch him carefully, but the women would be safe and only have to put up with his charms.”

Dolores accepted the small envelope with a powdery substance in it and thanked Paloma profusely. “I will make sure this gets in some of Cesar’s food or drink as soon as possible.”

“Please be careful, Miss Dolores. Just use a small amount to see how it affects him. We don’t want to simply trade one type of bad behavior for another.”

Dolores struggled to contain her joy as she left the dining room. She had successfully preyed on Paloma’s concern and generosity to get the herb. There were rumors at La Vida Aureo that Paloma was a curandera or maybe even some sort of Mexican witch. But Dolores now had the means to teach Cesar a lesson. Her motivation was NOT to protect Carmine, but to keep Cesar away from Carmine as well as other women. Dolores enjoyed her role as one of Cesar’s “regulars” and wanted to have him exclusively for herself. She always suspected that Cesar had a number of sexual partners at La Vida Aureo and her plan was to confront him with this fact and warn him to stay away from Carmine. Dolores knew that if Cesar took up with Carmine, she would lose him.

Dudley completed looking at Mr. Sandoval’s computer and decided it is just a faulty cable or two. He would order replacements from Amazon, even though he would prefer to give the business to the local Radio Shack. A long-time friend was the owner/franchisee of this store before he retired and Dudley always enjoyed stopping in to visit. But, since he is essentially “stranded” at La Vida Aureo, he knows that Amazon will deliver and he can complete the repairs for Mr. Sandoval.   Dudley went back to the kitchen and asked for a cup of coffee from Paloma. “I am troubled by Mr. Ramirez’s behavior.”

Si, I have noticed as well. What will you do?”

“It is not my place to interfere, but, I’m afraid if I wait, someone will be hurt. And, I don’t want to mention anything to Isabella; she already has her hands full.”

“Señor Doc, I should tell you that Miss Dolores talked to me earlier this afternoon with exactly those same concerns. She was particularly worried that Señor Ramirez would cause trouble for her friend Miss Carmine.”

“Her concern may be warranted. I saw Ramirez and Carmine arguing in the courtyard and it ended with Carmine slapping him quite hard.”

“Then, I probably did the right thing. I gave Dolores some herbs that should slow Ramirez’s desires and inappropriate behavior toward women.”

“Given his actions lately, that should help. I will make a point of keeping an eye on him over the next few days to see if there is any change in his behavior.”

“That would be helpful. I really cannot get away from the kitchen and you are able to move about. I will keep my ears open for any conversation I hear in the dining room.”

“Together, we may be able to prevent an unfortunate situation.”

“And, help Isabella at the same time.”

Dolores was Miss Tuesday (“Señorita de Martes”) with Cesar. She had always suspected that there were other women, but it was a conversation she overheard at the La Vida Aureo beauty parlor that shocked her into reality. Two women were comparing Cesar’s sexual techniques and judging his most recent performance. They freely admitted that they were sharing him on consecutive evenings, but felt a sense of justice because they kept that knowledge from Cesar. They played along with his romantic notions that each of them was “his only true love”. Cesar had given them each a “romantic pet name” which was actually a play on words for their respective day of the week! It hadn’t taken too much effort to deduce the real meaning which made their part of the charade more enjoyable. Both women also acknowledged that there were certainly other women in Cesar’s “regular schedule”, but they were appreciative for his attention regardless how preposterous it was!

Cesar arrived at Dolores’ apartment the following Tuesday evening, per usual. After rather enjoyable sex, she poured him a celebratory glass of sangria and dumped the drugs in. “The trap is set for that arrogant bastard,” she mused confidently to herself.

The remainder of the week presented Cesar with considerable challenge. He failed to perform with Ms. Wednesday, Ms. Thursday and Ms. Friday. Ms. Thursday tried to reassure him by telling him that “things happen” and “not to worry”. She told him that her late husband had similar problems, particularly as he got older. Her intended comforting words only served to infuriate Cesar. As each day passed, he became more irritated and frustrated and his foul mood was evident as he attempted his typical “parade” through the dining room. By Saturday, he was beside himself and he confided in his friend, Jorge Sandoval, who suggested that he needs some spicy porn to revive his interest and maybe learn some new techniques. “Come by my apartment on Sunday afternoon and I’ll show you some stuff on the Internet that will get your motor running again, my friend. Oh, and bring your laptop computer; my computer is down for repairs. That way, I can also place a “bookmark” for the best sites on your computer for your use at any time.”

Case III: Chapter 5: Death in the Stairwell

Monday morning, on his way to the second floor, Dudley discovered Carmine lying in the stairwell, at the bottom of a flight of a dozen stairs between the second and first floors.   She appeared hurt. Dudley called her name with no response. He decided to check for a pulse and discovered that Carmine was actually dead. Millicent Branch, who was coming down the stairs, noticed Dudley knelt over Carmine’s body, screamed and fainted.

Dudley quickly called Lieutenant Garcia to report the accident. Garcia asked Dudley to remain with the body and make sure that nothing was disturbed at the scene. “I will remain here but I need to notify Isabella as soon as possible. And, Mrs. Branch has fainted here as well. ”

After what seemed like a very long time, Frank Garcia arrived and was followed shortly by George Hernandez, the Medical Examiner.

Garcia shook his head and turned to Dudley, who was standing a few feet away so as to not interfere. “I can’t figure it, Doc. I certainly hope this turns out to be another accident. It is difficult to think about multiple deaths and that business with the drugs here at La Vida Aureo. I had always planned to try to get my aunt in here when we were no longer able to care for her at home. This is troubling.”

“I agree, Lieutenant.

“You seem to have your finger on the pulse around here. Is there anything you can tell me? Are there people you think I should talk to? This may turn out to be just an unfortunate accident, but I want to gather as much background information as quickly as possible while things are still fresh in people’s minds.”

“You should certainly talk to her friends. She plays cards with three other women residents almost daily and I think they are all friends. And, I hesitate to say this, but you should probably talk with Cesar Ramirez, another resident. I’m not sure of his relationship with Ms. Felcio, but I saw the two of them arguing just last week. In fact, the argument ended when Ms. Felicio slapped Mr. Ramirez. If you don’t need me here, I’m going to talk to Isabella and let her know what’s going on. I would appreciate it if you would also talk with her before you leave today and let he know what you plan to do.”

“Thanks, Doc, as always. I’ll make a point to talk to those people this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest. I’ll stop to see Isabella on my way out. If you think of anything else, please give me a call.”

Hernandez looked up from the body and said to Garcia, “There don’t appear to be any extraneous marks on her that would indicate foul play. It looks like she fell and landed wrong, broke her neck and likely died instantly, probably sometime yesterday evening. I’ll do an autopsy to see if that tells me anything more and I’ll do a full toxicology screen just to be complete.

“You know, Frank, I’m beginning to have my doubts about this place. I always knew that hospitals are very dangerous places, but I always thought that these fancy retirement facilities were pretty tame. I may have to reconsider my retirement plans; Scottsdale is looking better all the time!”

The next day, Lt. Garcia arrived at La Vida Aureo about mid-morning and stopped at Isabella’s office to reiterate his plans for the day regarding interviews. “I plan to talk to Ms. Felicio’s three female friends and to Cesar Ramirez. I thought I’d question the three women at one time and see how that goes. If necessary, I can question them individually in more detail at a later date. Can you tell me anything about this Mr. Ramirez? I understand from Doc that he had a recent argument with Ms. Felicio.”

“That approach sounds reasonable. Mr. Ramirez is our resident Romeo. I’ve heard some rumors about his romantic escapades, but only rumors. I’ve heard nothing about him related to Ms. Felicio. I’m sure you can understand that I am very upset by this development and hope it turns out just to be an accident. I have already called a friend of mine who specializes in preventing falls with older people. If there is something we can do regarding the stairs or railings, etc. to minimize the potential for falls, we’ll do that immediately. Is there anything I can do to help? Are there any results back from the Medical Examiner?”

“I agree, Isabella; I hope this is just an unfortunate accident. No word back yet from the ME, but I’ll let you know if I learn anything significant.”

Garcia entered the dining room and paused briefly to say buenos dias to Señora Angostura. He found Carmine’s three friends, Mary, Dolores and Estelle sitting together at a table in near the window. As expected, they are a sad looking lot.

“Good morning, ladies.” As Garcia tried to open the conversation, he was met with an expected silence, but pressed delicately forward. “I understand you were all close to Ms. Felicio and I am sorry for your loss. I will try to be brief, but would appreciate anything you could tell me about your friend that might shed some light on my investigation.”

“Why is there an investigation?” offers Estelle. “I thought Carmine fell down the stairs and broke her neck.”

“This is only routine procedure. At this point, there is nothing to suggest any other explanation. I’m just trying to be thorough.”

Mary was quiet, but told Garcia that Carmine was a jogger. Dolores added that Carmine took muscle relaxants for the pain so she can run every day and that she got “grumpy” if she missed a day. Estelle sniped something about “a day without a new boy is a day without sunshine” for Carmine. “That’s the real reason she runs, to troll for young boys to bring here to screw.”

“Show a little respect, Estelle”, said Mary, angrily.

“Well, it’s true. And, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if one of those stallions pushed her down the stairs after discovering that she couldn’t satisfy him; young boys are like that!”

Garcia noted this exchange and could not decide whether there is any truth in it, or just women being “catty”. But, he knew he must follow up on these comments. “Can you tell me where Ms. Felicio typically ran?”

“Up near Albuquerque Academy; I think there is some sort of track or path around the perimeter of the property.”

“Thank you. On another matter, do any of you know of any connection between Ms. Felicio and a man named Cesar Ramirez?”

“That man is always pestering the ladies and is often quite rude,” offered Dolores. He has shown particular interest in Carmine judging by the way he tries to put his hands on her, even while we’re all sitting here together.”

“Oh, Dolores, you’re just jealous because he pays more attention to her than you”, added Estelle.

“I worked with him at Sandia Labs,” says Mary. He was in a different Department, but there were rumors about him throughout the Labs. I know several women personally who complained about his unwanted advances. He left Sandia rather suddenly and I was quite surprised to see him show up here. I didn’t think he could afford a nice place like La Vida Aureo.”

“Ladies, ladies, ladies, can any of you suggest any kind of physical altercation between Ms. Felicio and Mr. Ramirez?”

“I doubt it. He was too interested in Carmine and was pursuing her quite a bit”, said Dolores with bitterness in her voice.

“Thank you, ladies, for the information. That will be all for now, but I trust I can call on you again if necessary.”

“You’re most welcome, Mr. Policeman, flirted Estelle. Come back any time.”

“Oh, Estelle, stop it,” said Mary.

As Garcia looked for Cesar Ramirez, he realized that Ms. Felicio’s friends had given him several things to follow up on. He definitely wanted to look into Ms. Felicio’s daily running routine and thought he had the ideal way to pursue that topic. The women had also given him some additional insight into this Ramirez character which supported Dudley’s comments. He would have to approach that interview with caution and also see what he could learn about the situation at Sandia Labs.

Garcia caught up with Cesar Ramirez in the main lobby. “Mr. Ramirez, my name is Lieutenant Frank Garcia and I’m with the Albuquerque Major Crimes Unit. I’m looking into the recent death of Carmine Felicio and would like to ask you a few questions. Perhaps we could we sit at that small table over by the window?”

“Certainly, Lieutenant. I would be happy to help. I was upset to hear about her accident.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ramirez. Let’s start with how you came to know Ms. Felicio.”

“I first met her here at La Vida Aureo, probably in the dining room with her friends. They gather almost every day and that’s probably where I first met her, with them.”

“I just had the opportunity to meet those ladies myself. They seem like a congenial bunch, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I really don’t know that much about any of them, except to say “Hello” in the dining room.”

“I see. Can you tell me a bit about your relationship with Ms. Felicio; were you friends or just acquaintances?”

“As I said, Lieutenant, I really don’t know any of them very well, including Ms. Felicio. We may have exchanged words about the weather, or some such, but really nothing more.”

“OK, just one more question. Can you tell me where you were on Sunday evening, say, after dinner time until about midnight?”

“I had dinner in the dining room and then went straight to my room and watched TV alone until I went to bed about 10 o’clock.”

“Can anyone confirm that you spent the evening alone in your room?”

“No. Are you implying that Ms. Felicio’s death was NOT an accident or that I had anything to do with it?

“Certainly not, Mr. Ramirez. I’m just trying to do my job and be thorough about gathering information. One final question, if you don’t mind. I’ve started looking into retirement places for my aunt and am considering La Vida Aureo. Can you tell me how you came to choose this place over all the other ones available in Albuquerque?”

“OK. I’ll consider your question just part of being a good cop. For your other question, I chose La Vida Aureo because it absolutely has the best facilities around. ”

“I’ve heard it has an excellent reputation, but that it’s also very expensive.”

“It is expensive, but as a former senior manager at Sandia Labs, I have a good pension. And, they offered me a nice package to take retirement early, which allowed me to move here.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ramirez for your time and the information. I assume that if I have any additional questions, I can easily find you here?”

“I’m always here, but I doubt if I can add anything else.”

Garcia stopped at Isabella’s office on his way out. Dudley was there. “Doc, I’m glad you suggested I talk to Mr. Ramirez. He was very evasive in his comments and cannot account for his time for much of yesterday evening; he says he was alone watching TV. He also said he barely knew Ms. Felicio, which is different from what you told me, Doc. He told me he moved to La Vida Aureo after his early retirement from Sandia Labs where he was some sort of mid-level manager and I’ll need to check that out.”

“I can help there, offered Isabella. I know the Human Resources Director at Sandia and I’ll call here to see what I can learn about our Resident Romeo’s time there, particularly whether there were any complaints about his behavior. If she’ll tell me, I’ll also see what I can learn about the situation surrounding his “early retirement.”


Case III: Chapter 6: Los Stupid Boys

Based on his initial interview with Ms. Felicio’s women friends, Garcia realized that he must look into her daily jogging routine. If the comment about bringing young men back to her room was correct, it was possible that one of them might be able to shed light on her recent movements around the time of her death. Garcia knew that there was a more effective way to gather information from a group of guys hanging around a popular jogging place and sent Sergeant Bernadette Armijo to the Albuquerque Academy grounds.

After Bernadette had only run a lap and one half, a group of young men wearing running gear were standing along the fence and spoke to her as she jogged past. “Hola, mamacita, como esta? Would you like some company as you run along? We could protect you?”

Bernie pretended to ignore them, but gave them a look that encouraged them to follow along. She stopped a few yards away and turned to face these young men. “My friend Carmine told me this was a good place to jog because of the scenery and the local “talent”. You guys wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

They all smiled and one particularly handsome and muscular guy said, “Ah, we know Carmine. She’s a great lady.” He did not try to hide the “nudge-nudge, wink-wink” gesture he shared with his buddies.

While they were talking, Bernadette had maneuvered the group into an area along the fence where they were essentially cornered. As soon as she had them all “boxed in”, she made her move. It looked as though she was reaching to adjust the headphones on the iPhone she wore on her belt when she produced her APD badge. The guys’ eyes grew suddenly much wider as they tried to process her unexpected move. “Look, honchos, I just want to ask some questions. But, I will interpret a run as an indication of something approaching guilt. So, let’s just have a friendly little chat. What do you say?”

The guy who appeared to be the leader spoke first. “Look, we haven’t done anything. Carmine comes here almost every day and does her jog around the perimeter of the grounds. Nothing interferes with that. On her “cool down” lap, she typically walks up to one of us and starts a conversation. It usually ends up with her inviting that guy to come to her place for the evening. I was the first guy she approached and I went there a couple of times. Then she asked me if any of my amigos would be similarly interested. So, like the good friend I am, I began to turn my “homies” on to this action. That’s it; no harm, no foul is the way I see it.”

“Where does she take you Romeos?”

“She lives in an apartment that’s part of that retirement village a few blocks from here, La Vida Something.”

“And then what happens?

“Well, you know. She didn’t invite me there to discuss world politics.”

“You’re telling me this woman just invites a stranger back to her place for what? Sex?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with that? I mean, look at us. We’re pretty awesome guys; we’re certainly better equipped to satisfy her than the old farts at her retirement home!”

“OK, sure. I can see that you’re a real prize. It that all that’s involved; just sex?   Nothing else, you know, like money, drugs, that kind of stuff?”

“No, just straight sex. The only drugs I’m aware of are some kind of muscle relaxant she says she takes after she runs. She says it keeps her flexible and I can certainly attest to that! She’s a great ride for an older lady, wild, desperate, you know.”

“I’m glad to see that there are still gentlemen in this world, said Bernadette sarcastically. Each of you write down your contact information and then show me some ID to verify the information. I am sure all of you upstanding citizens would tell me the truth, but I just want to be sure.”

“What’s this all about anyway?”

“Carmine was found dead a few days ago and we’re gathering information from everyone she came in contact with during the past few weeks.”

“Holy shit! None of us had anything to do with anything like that. It was always just go to her place, screw and leave.”

Bernadette gathered all the contact information and jogged back to her patrol car which she had parked inconspicuously a few blocks away. She would relate her discussions and comments to Garcia later. These jokers appeared to be so self-absorbed, she doubted anyone of them would contemplate murder. “Sometimes I worry that being a policeman keeps me single, she thought to herself, but not on days like today!”

The next morning, Sgt. Armijo sat in Lt. Garcia’s office to relate her experience with “los stupid boys”. Garcia’s phone rang and it was George Hernandez with the preliminary results from the autopsy and toxicology analyses for Carmine Felicio. “Frank, it is clear that a broken neck was the cause of death and I’m pretty sure that she fell down the stairs backwards because several of her vertebrae are also cracked and there is some bruising on her back consistent with bouncing down the stairs.”

“I assume, George, that “bouncing down the stairs” is a medical term?”

“Well, she didn’t slide! Would you prefer the medical explanation that “she took a header” off the landing?”

“Thanks, George. How about the tox screen?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this. She had so much muscle relaxant in her that I don’t see how she was able to walk, much less navigate stairs. And, as a kicker, there was also the presence of alcohol, maybe a glass or two of wine. ”

“I know, from talking to her friends and from the interviews Bernie did, that she routinely took muscle relaxants so she could jog regularly”

“Maybe so, but based on the levels I found in her blood, she would have been totally non-ambulatory at the time she fell. That’s a medical term meaning she was “completely wacked out”.”

Garcia was digesting this information and sharing it with Bernadette when his phone rang again. “Lt. Garcia, it’s Isabella Duncan at La Vida Aureo. I have some interesting information about Cesar Ramirez and his time at Sandia.”

“Thanks for following up, Isabella, I’m eager to hear what you’ve learned.”

“Well, our Resident Romeo had a similar reputation at Sandia, but it appears that most of his so-called reputation was just self-promotion. It looks like he was the primary source of the rumors about his numerous conquests. My friend told me that there was one rather nasty incident, however, that resulted in his departure. Apparently, he was actually having an affair with a co-worker, a married woman, but it was likely consensual. A Department Manger discovered this situation and decided that Cesar needed to be punished. She believed the persistent rumors about his numerous affairs and said she didn’t want to see anyone hurt. So, this Manager reported his “inappropriate behaviors” toward her to Human Resources and demanded that he be fired “for cause”. But Cesar had learned through “pillow talk” that this Manager had a long history of affairs with men under her supervision. All of this information was presented to Human Resources, including the true nature of Cesar’s “reputation”, which significantly undermined the Manager’s claims. In the end, the Manager was simply placed on a brief internal probation and Cesar was issued an apology by the Company. Although Cesar’s affair was consensual, it still violated company policy and was cause for termination. Cesar’s pride was wounded and he threatened to sue to expose the hypocrisy related to the Manager’s behavior. To avoid a public relations nightmare, Sandia offered Ramirez a sizeable sum of money in return for his silence. He also agreed that the “official version” of the settlement would be that he received a generous early retirement package for his years of outstanding service to the company.”

“Wow, whistled Garcia. That certainly sheds some light on his behavior. I see now why he was less than cooperative in his initial conversation with me. To be falsely accused like that would certainly make one gun-shy. The monetary settlement probably also explains how he could afford to live at La Vida Aureo,”

“I didn’t think it was appropriate to ask about the amount of the settlement. My friend was already telling me far too much. She did say, however, that it made him much better off than his normal retirement as a technician would have been.”

“A technician? He told me he was a senior manager.”

“Well, Frank, I seriously doubt that settlement required him to give up promoting himself, particularly his overwhelming appeal to the ladies”, chided Isabella.

“You’re probably right. Given that and the fact that he was not honest with me before, I I really need to have a more serious interview with him as soon as possible. I have a feeling that he knows more about the events surrounding Ms. Felicio’s death than he admitted; he claimed that he barely knew her or her friends. But, he gave Doc a very detailed description of all four women and Doc also observed Ramirez arguing with Ms. Felicio. Thank you very much, Isabella. You have my commitment that I will get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible.”

“You’re welcome, Lieutenant, please keep me informed and let me know if I can help in any way.”

Lt. Frank Garcia called Cesar Ramirez immediately and asked him be available at 3:00 o’clock that afternoon. “I have some additional questions for you, Mr. Ramirez.”

“I said I told you everything I know. I see no point in any more questions.”

“Mr. Ramirez, it’s your call. We can either talk at La Vida Aureo, or I can have an officer bring you downtown to police headquarters and we can talk here.”

Ramirez was waiting at a small table near the back when Garcia entered the dining room. His arms were folded across his chest and he did not look particularly pleased to see Garcia.


Case III: Chapter 7: Dudley Digs into the Drama

Dudley had completed his morning routine of reading the Wall Street Journal and planning his day’s activities. He decided to wait for the UPS delivery of the two cables from Amazon before attacking his ToDo list. He was troubled by the events surrounding Ms. Felicio’s death. It was certainly possible that it was just an unfortunate accident, but there just seemed to be other forces in motion that might somehow be connected, including Mr. Ramirez’s behavior and Ms. Waverly’s request to Paloma.

When he assumed the responsibilities of Handyman for the facility, Dudley had prepared a site plan for the entire complex to designate where each individual resident lived. He retrieved the floor plan for the main building from his tool box and laid it out on the table. He noted that he had discovered Ms. Felicio’s body on the first floor at the bottom of the stairs at the west end of the building. Her apartment was only a few doors down the hall from that point. Mr. Ramirez also lived on the first floor, but closer to the center of the building. Dolores Waverly lived at the west end of the building, on the second floor at the top of the stairs where he found Ms. Felicio’s body. Mary Thomas lived on the third floor across from the elevator at the top of the center stairwell. Millicent Branch lived on the first floor near the center of the building. He noted each of these locations on his floor plan and continued to stare at it hoping that something would be revealed.

He was abruptly interrupted when the UPS delivery woman walked up to him. “I have a package for a Matthew Dudley and didn’t see anyone in the reception area. Can you tell me where I might find someone?”

“I can do better than that. I’m Matthew Dudley and I’ve been expecting you. Thank you.”

Dudley opened the package from Amazon with the two cables and started for the third floor to install them for Mr. Sandoval. Millicent Branch stopped Dudley in the hallway. “You know, she says, I’ve been thinking about Ms. Felicio and I believe she committed suicide by throwing herself down the stairs. She was never happy, always complaining about something. Or maybe one those young boys she is always inviting to her room did it. I’m certain it was not an accident; it was suicide or murder.”

“Thank you, as always, Mrs. Branch, for your most helpful suggestions. I’ll be sure to mention it to Lt. Garcia the next time I see him.”

Dudley opted to walk to the third floor instead of taking the elevator. As he reached the landing on the third floor, Dudley noticed damage to one of the wooden railing posts and black scuff marks on the floor tiles. Mary Thomas’ apartment was directly across from the landing and her door was ajar. Dudley knocked on the door and called out, “Mrs. Thomas, it’s Matthew Dudley. Is everything OK?”

There was no response and Dudley gently pushed the door open and looked inside. Mary was sitting in her wheelchair by the window and was sobbing heavily. As he neared, he heard her saying, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

“Mrs. Thomas. Are you OK? Can I get you something, a glass of water, perhaps? I didn’t mean to barge in on you, but your door was open and I was concerned.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just leave me alone, please.”

Dudley noticed that Mary’s wheelchair appeared damaged with deep scratches on one armrest and abrasions on the main wheels. He also noticed two nearly empty wine glasses on the table and a broken chair.

“Mrs. Thomas, is there something you want to talk about? It is obvious that you are upset and I am here to listen.”

“I didn’t mean for her to die. I just wanted to teach that ungrateful bitch a lesson.”

“Mrs. Thomas, maybe you had better start from the beginning. Let me get you that glass of water. I think it will help.”

“I invited Carmine to my room for a glass of wine, telling her that I wanted to apologize for my nasty remarks. I put a large dose of muscle relaxant pills in her wine so she would feel what it is like to be numb from the waist down. I wanted to make it so that she couldn’t jog and appreciate how I feel trapped in this wheelchair. At the very least, I wanted some sympathy from Carmine. But I would not have been at all upset if Carmine fell and was severely injured so that she was confined to a wheelchair like me.”

“We had words, so Carmine gulped her wine and stood up to leave. She fell against that chair and broke its leg. She got up and staggered toward the door. At the top of the stairs Carmine lost her balance almost fell down the steps. I reached out to grab her, dragging my wheel chair to the edge, leaving skid marks on the tiles and damage to the wooden railing.”

“I feel guilty because the drugs I gave Carmine are somehow involved in her death. But, after I grabbed her, I sat there to make sure she made it down the stairs and started down the second floor hallway. As I turned to go back into my apartment, I saw Cesar Ramirez leaving an apartment and walking down the third floor hallway, toward the west stairs.”

“But, you are certain that Ms. Felicio was OK when she left here?”

“She was a bit wobbly, but OK. She must have been able to get all the way to the other end of the building. I feel so bad. At first, I really wanted to hurt her, but I just couldn’t do that to anyone.”

“Can you tell me which apartment you saw Mr. Ramirez came out of?” “It is just two or three doors down the hall. I believe it’s his buddy Sandoval’s place.”

“Mrs. Thomas, I don’t know how all this fits into Ms. Felicio’s death, but you understand that I will have to tell Lt. Garcia. He will no doubt ask you to repeat your story to him in detail.”

“I understand. Thank you, Mr. Dudley for listening to me. I just had to tell someone.”

Despite the fact that he was about to do something that was Lt. Garcia’s responsibility, Dudley realized that he had a perfect excuse to talk to Jorge Sandoval. Maybe Sandoval could explain why Ramirez was on the third floor and where he was going when he left.

Sandoval’s apartment was three doors to the west of Mary’s. Dudley planned to use the excuse of returning to fix the computer to inquire about Ramirez. Dudley knocked on the door and, after a few minutes, Sandoval opened it. It was apparent that Dudley had interrupted something.

Dudley was shocked by what he saw on Sandoval’s large screen TV. He glared at Sandoval and said, “I’m like that judge who said, “I don’t know the definition of pornography, but I’ll know it when I see it.” The images on your TV screen are certainly pornography. I thought your computer was inoperative.”

”It is. Look, my computer is over there on the desk and still does not work. This is my friend Cesar’s laptop that we connected to my TV.”

“Sure, the Devil made you do it? You know this use of the facility’s Internet connection is prohibited. So, before I report this to Isabella, perhaps you can tell me what’s really going on and how Mr. Ramirez is involved.”

Señor Dudley, it is just therapy, really. Before you tell Isabella; please hear me out. My good friend Cesar was having some major “man-problems”. You see, he provides regular service to a number of ladies here at La Vida Aureo, but recently was unable to perform, if you know what I mean. So, I suggested that he watch some high quality pornography to, you know, put some “lead back in his pencil”. We were using his laptop because, as you know, my computer wasn’t working and this situation was desperate. Also, by using his laptop, I could mark some of the better websites for his future use.”

“That’s very admirable of you, Mr. Sandoval; you are a true gentleman and a friend! But, I have a few questions that might be of more benefit to Mr. Ramirez than what you’ve done so far.”

“Anything I can do to help.”

“First, when was he here with you?”

“He was here all day last Sunday. We watched the football game in the afternoon and then spent the evening watching various “therapy programs” until almost midnight.”

“And, he was here with you the entire time?”

“He went back to his apartment to get one of those flash drives, but he was only gone a few short minutes.”

“About what time was that?”

“I think it was after the football game, so late afternoon, early evening.”

“OK. And, I probably don’t really want to know this, but can you please tell me the names of Mr. Ramirez’s “regulars”.”

“Certainly. He sees Miss Waverly on Tuesday and Mrs. Flores on Friday, but I don’t know who he sees on Monday or Wednesday or Thursday. Quite a variety, if I say so myself. I understand that it was Mrs. Flores who was really upset with Cesar’s, how do you say it, inability to perform. She must have really yelled at him to make him so anxious to do something about his condition.”

“I’m sure Mrs. Flores would be most upset. Do you mean Dolores Waverly?’

Si, si. She was the first, I believe.”

“Well, Mr. Sandoval, I must be going. I will think about whether I need to talk to Isabella, but suggest you be a bit more discreet with your viewing habits. I’d disconnect the big screen TV, for example.”

Gracias, but, Señor Dudley, would you fix my computer before you go?”

“OK, that is the reason I came.”

Dudley was totally shocked to learn that Dolores Waverly was one of Ramirez’s “regulars” and even more that she was likely the first. That piece of information, plus the critical location of her apartment convinced him that he must talk to her immediately. She may have some critical pieces to the mystery surrounding Carmine Felicio’s death.

Dolores Waverly did not appear particularly eager to see Dudley when he knocked on her door. “Ms. Waverly, I think it would best for everyone if we talked. I believe you have some information about your friend Carmine’s death that you haven’t shared. You can talk with me, or I can ask Lt. Garcia to come to your apartment if you prefer.”

“I had nothing to do with her accident!”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, Ms. Waverly. I am just saying that I believe you have some information that could be helpful to understand exactly what happened.”

“OK, I’ll try.” She realized that she is much better off telling Dudley what she witnessed. Under the best of circumstances, she will be able to place the blame for Carmine’s death on Cesar and really get even with him.

“I was standing in the doorway of my apartment when I saw Carmine coming down the hallway. She must have been confused because her apartment is actually on the first floor. As she reached the end of the hallway, I saw Cesar coming down the stairs from the third floor. I knew then that Carmine wasn’t confused at all, but had arranged to meet Cesar and go to her apartment. At the top of the stairs, they had their arms around each other in an embrace. Then, I saw Cesar push Carmine, causing her to fall backward, head first down the stairs landing on her head. He walked down the stairs and I guess he realized that she wasn’t breathing and was probably dead. Then, he just took off down the hall.”

“Do you know if he saw you standing there at any time?”

“I doubt it, the two of them were so wrapped up in each other, I don’t think they would have noticed anything.”

“That is helpful, Ms. Waverly. Now, perhaps you could tell me about your relationship with Cesar Ramirez.

“There is no “relationship”, besides, that is really no concern of yours, Mr. Dudley.”

“I don’t mean to be indelicate, Miss Tuesday, but it really does pertain to this situation.”

Dolores was taken about by Dudley’s calling her “Miss Tuesday”, but realized that she must proceed carefully with what she reveals.”

“I ordered some “herbs” on the Internet to stop Ramirez from his rude behavior with women. I figured if he were rendered impotent, that might make him be more respectful.”

Dudley’s first thought was relief that Dolores had not indicated Paloma as the source of these “herbs”. “I understand, but, Miss Tuesday, personal jealousy could be another explanation for your wanting to make Mr. Ramirez impotent, couldn’t it?”

“OK, I totally freaked when I found out he had a string of women that he was seeing regularly and wanted to teach him a lesson. So, I also ordered “a ton of Viagra” from the same website. My plan was to make that bastard impotent with the women he saw on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Monday. Then, I would “load him up” with Viagra when he came here on Tuesday. That would make him think that I was the only one he could get it up with and he would stay away from those other women.”

“I understand how his actions could be very hurtful. Jealousy is a powerful emotion and can lead to dangerous behaviors. Are you certain that it is not jealousy that is influencing your version of events regarding Cesar and Carmine outside your apartment? Were you afraid that Cesar would replace you with her?”

“No, no no! He pushed her down the stairs. I’m sure of that.”

“I will leave you alone with your conscience for now, Miss Waverly. But, if after you reflect on things, you would like to talk some more, please call me.”


Case III: Chapter 8: A Kardashian Finale

Dudley went to the dining room where Garcia had just completed his second interview with Ramirez. He had decided to take Ramirez to police HQ and formally charge him with interfering with the investigation, hoping that would make him more cooperative.

Dudley motioned to Garcia and asked if he could speak to him for a few moments. “How did your interview with Ramirez go? Did you learn anything new?”

“No, I went over all the information we learned about his time at Sandia Labs and that stirred him up a bit. He claimed that whole incident was just a jealous woman trying to get revenge. He insisted he was totally innocent. I did get him to acknowledge that he had received a large settlement which has him “set for life” in his words. But I wasn’t able to get him to talk about Ms. Felicio at all. He maintained that he barely knew her.”

“Well, we know that’s not true. And, there just may be another jealous woman here who is also after Ramirez. Let me tell you briefly what I’ve learned this morning in discussions with Mary Thomas, Jorge Sandoval and Dolores Waverly.”

“Jesus, Doc! This sounds like some soap opera. Please don’t tell me that one of the Kardashians is hiding around here someplace to turn this into a frickin’ reality TV show!”

“I know, Lieutenant. It sounds bizarre. Maybe if we talk to Ramirez together and share some of this information, his memory might improve dramatically.”

“Sounds like a plan. You’re sure there’s no hidden camera anyplace?”

It didn’t take much encouragement for Cesar to realize that he has been found out and that his best course of action was total honesty. Getting fired is one thing, being accused of murder is an entirely different matter.

“Tell us first about the women, your “regulars”.

Ramirez puffed out his chest and began to brag about his romantic exploits. “With the money I got from Sandia, I had my choice of places to live. I decided on a retirement village because the majority of residents are lonely women, starved for attention. As you know, La Vida Aureo is the best place in town. It also has the distinct advantage that many of the residents are relatively young. I quickly discovered that many of these women are very grateful and it was relatively easy to build a set of regular appointments.“

“That’s just great, Mr. Ramirez. I’m sure you’re quite proud of your accomplishments. We’ll need to know the names of these women so we can determine your exact whereabouts about the time Ms. Felicio died.”

“I’m sure you understand, Lieutenant, a gentleman never “kisses and tells”. These women are very dear to me and I respect their privacy.”

“Let me remind you, Mr. Ramirez, that this may be a murder investigation. Please don’t play coy with me.”

Dudley interjected. “Perhaps you can tell us about your recent activities with your amigo, Mr. Sandoval?”

With that revelation, Ramirez spilled the entire story, naming his regulars and the “problems” he’s been having lately.

“That’s much better, Mr. Ramirez. Suppose I told you that one of your “regulars” gave you drugs that were the cause of your “problems”?”

“I do not believe any of them would do such a thing.”

“What about Dolores Waverly?”

“Why would she do that? She was the first of my regulars”.

“Perhaps she was jealous. Perhaps she thought you would replace her with Ms. Felicio.”

“That is not true. There is always room in my heart for another beautiful lady.”

“A true prince among men. Perhaps you could tell us the truth about your relationship with Ms. Felicio. No games, please. Remember that Doc saw you arguing with her and actually spoke to you directly at the time.”

“Ah, my sweet Carmine. She’s the one who got away. I used my best charms to win her over, but to no avail. I guess, with all of her young lovers, I was just too old for her tastes. I failed, but I would never hurt her, or any other woman for that matter; they are all too precious to me.”

“OK, so you’re a great guy. We have an eye witness who says you were with Carmine and that the two of you struggled before she fell to her death. Please help us understand that sequence of events.”

Cesar broke down and began to sob. “I encountered Carmine on the stairs on Sunday evening. She was coming down the hall and she was having a very difficult time walking. When she got to where I was standing, I reached out my hand to assist her. She sort of fell into me and I tried to hold her up. She shook her head and I guess it was then she realized it was me holding her. She must have thought I was getting fresh because she pushed me away. That caused her to fall backward, head first down the stairs landing on her head. I rushed down the stairs and noticed that she was not breathing and she didn’t have a pulse. I assumed she was dead. I looked up and saw Dolores standing at the top of the stairs, with her hands on her hips. She smiled at me and said something like, “Gotcha! You’re screwed now, you two-timing bastard!””

“I panicked. I didn’t know what to do and I was fearful of what Dolores might do. She could tell people that I pushed Carmine and killed her. So, I just left, leaving Carmine’s body at the foot of the stairs. I walked quickly to the east end of the building, climbed the stairs to the third floor and rushed back to Jorge’s apartment. I said nothing to him about what had happened.”

When he finished, Ramirez looked totally drained. All of his typical swagger and bravado was gone. He just sat there looking completely lost.

Garcia and Dudley weren’t doing much better. Finally, Garcia said, “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez. I don’t think we need anything else from you, at least for a while. You can go, but please keep yourself available in case we need to talk to you again.”

“I certainly will, Lieutenant. Thank you for letting me get all of this off my chest. It has been a great burden.”

After Ramirez had gone, Garcia looked at Dudley and said, “Well. Doc, what do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think, replied Dudley. We have two versions of the events that occurred at the stairs leading to Ms. Felicio’s fall and death. Any facts are compromised by the jealous motives of several people. Neither Mr. Ramirez nor Ms. Waverly were aware of Mrs. Thomas’ role leading to Ms. Felicio’s highly compromised physical state.   I don’t think anyone was trying to kill Ms. Felicio, although Mrs. Thomas had certainly entertained that thought. But, even her primary objective was severe injury, not murder. The entire situation is a terrible tragedy.”

“I agree and don’t know how it will eventually end up. My first responsibility is to get formal statements from each of the relevant participants in this drama. Then I will prepare my report in as much detail as possible. I would appreciate it if you would look over it before I submit it. Once I’ve given my report to the District Attorney, the next move is hers. I suspect she will call for a Grand Jury hearing and that will determine if anyone faces criminal charges. “

As Garcia got up to leave, he turned to Matthew Dudley and said, “Thanks once again, Doc, for your help in exposing some critical pieces of this situation. I realize that, officially, you are the resident Handyman, but I appreciate the fact that you care so much about this place and its residents. I hope I will never have to call on your “detective skills” in the future.”

But, as Garcia headed toward La Vida Aureo’s lobby, he had the nagging feeling that he would be seeing Matthew Dudley again and it again would be associated with another criminal mystery. As he reached the front door, he called back to Dudley. “I’ll trust you to talk to Isabella and fill her in on all the sorted details of this episode. You can leave out the part about the Kardashians being behind all the drama.”

A few days later, Dudley was sitting in a corner of the dining room relating these events to Paloma. They agreed that Paloma’s giving Dolores some herbs to “tame” Cesar will remain their secret. As it turned out, that aspect of the situation did not have any direct bearing on Carmine’s accidental death, nor on the behavior of Mary or Dolores. The fact that Dolores had deceived Paloma in the first place made their decision much easier to justify for themselves.

Paloma declared that in the future, she will confine her expertise with herbs to improving the taste and appeal of food at La Vida Aureo. She acknowledged that people lose their senses of taste and smell as they age and she has considerable knowledge and expertise of how to make “plain tasting” dishes more appealing.