“No.”
“I doubt if she told anybody what she had found out. Do you know anyone else that knew them?”
“No. I only talked to Suzanne once on the phone.”
“We could take another run at Helen Watts, Suzanne's sister-in-law,” Marcus said. “But I do have a lead for us to follow up on.”
“What's that?”
“Garrett is too busy, so he gave me the address of the woman that claimed James Martin's body.”
“What's her name?”
“Patty Morgan.”
“Where are you taking me, Marcus?” Carmen inquired as they turned off Memorial drive, into an area of Atlanta she'd never been before.
“Cabbage Town.”
“Cabbage Town?” Carmen frowned. “Why?”
“This is the address Garrett gave me.”
“As long as I lived here, I've never been down here before. I've heard about it. I just never knew where it was, much less had a reason to come down here.”
“Neither have I,” Marcus said, looking at the directions he'd printed from Google.
“Oh gee, something else we can share,” Carmen rolled her eyes and looked out her window at the small shotgun houses. As they made their way through the narrow streets, little white children stopped to watch. “You think they're staring at us because they've never seen Black people before, or is it the BMW?”
“Can't be the BMW, because there goes one right there,” Marcus said and pointed to a red seven series BMW similar to his. “That must be her car, because that's the address were looking for.” They parked the car in front of the house and got out. “I wish some young brothers were out here to watch the car for five dollars.”
“You could always ask them,” Carmen said pointing.
“I don't think so.”
They knocked on the door and before too long the door open and they were greeted by an older white woman.
“Yeah?” she said, with a look that told them that their sudden appearance was completely unexpected, not to mention out of the ordinary.
“Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Marcus Douglas. I'm looking for Patty Morgan. Is she here?”
“What you say your name was?”
“Marcus Douglas,” he said slower.
“You don't have to say it like that. I'm not stupid, you know, just a little hard of hearing.”
“Who is it, mama?”
“Marcus Douglas!” she shouted.
“The lawyer?”
“Yup.” She replied and turned her attention back to Marcus and Carmen. “Y'all come in.” as they entered the house a slender woman with long blonde hair came into the room.
“Are you Patty Morgan?”
“Yes.”