I set the corn down. “Jeeves is gonna help me tomorrow. Maybe we can find an address for Beau. Hopefully, he has some of the answers, a piece to the puzzle that’s gone missing.” I picked up the ear again, and just as a side comment, asked, “Don’t suppose you know the senator, do you?”
“Well, now that you mention it,” she replied.
“Not you, too?” I couldn’t help but utter.
She laughed. “Nope, not me, too. Met that old fool once. Only thing black that he likes is his limos. But now Roy, Roy knows the senator. Used to work for him.”
“Roy the gardener?” I asked in shock.
“Yup. Roy worked over at the senator’s mansion in Charleston. Him and his father before him, in fact.”
I pushed the plate away and stared at her, tilting my head like a confused hound dog. “Then how did he come to work f
