The Trouble with Dessert-Part 5

Blog #5
Mary and Pete spent many more hours trying to figure out exactly what the company actually did. They never found anything substantial. When Mary went home, she called into Mr. Hughs telling him that she would be taking the next couple of days off. He informed her that the police had already shut operations down for a while.
"How long is awhile?" Mary asked.
"I’m not sure. All they really would say is that it may take awhile collecting all the evidence they need."
After talking to Mr. Hughs, she called Pete to arrange what they were going to do the next day. They headed to the Better Business Bureau to see if M.A.J.O.R. was registered there. It wasn’t.
"What does M.A.J.O.R. stand for anyway?" Pete asked Mary, "Maybe it is listed that way."
"I’m not sure. I never asked.""Why not? Aren’t you curious?""Not before now, I just worked to pay my bills."
The lady behind the counter just watched them during this conversation like she was watching a tennis match. Finally she spoke up, "I don’t mean to interrupt, but I have other people waiting for my help."
"We are so sorry, Ma’am," Mary told her dragging Pete away, "now what?" she asked after they left.
"Well, I would say that finding out what M.A.J.O.R. stands for before we endeavor to proceed further."
"That would be a good idea. I would have asked Kim. Unfortunately, that is not an option.""What about the other girl? The one you caught with Mr. Hughs."
"She doesn’t trust me right now. I know, Mr. Hughs himself.""Do you think he would tell you?""Why not, it’s Mrs. Hughs that we think is behind all this. He’s just a pawn.""All right. I must say, we aren’t sure of all our facts yet. He could be the main character behind everything that is happening.""Pete, can you stop sounding like a policeman from a book?""Just make the phone call."
"Fine."
They both waited quietly waiting for Mr. Hughs to answer his phone.
"Maybe he’s not in?" Pete said after about 30 seconds"It’s his cell-phone.""You have his cell-phone number?""It’s his business cell-phone."
"Oh, so maybe the police have it in custody."
"It’s possible. The voicemail isn’t even picking up though. I think you may be right. Yet, I called him on this phone last night."
"Just hang up. We’ll have to think of something else."
"Pete, do you mind if I ask how you got the day off?"
"I didn’t.""Then how is that you are here helping me?"
"I told the chief that I knew one of the suspects personally and that I would interrogate her personally.""Who do you know?""Err…um…you."
"ME?? How could I possibly be a suspect?"
"Mary, you are taking this too personally. Everyone who works for M.A.J.O.R. is a suspect."
"I guess that would be true.""Plus, you are a secretary for Mr. Hughs, who is a primary suspect. You could tell us many things.""Like what? Where he travels?""That would be helpful. We are getting off the subject though. We need to now what M.A.J.O.R. stands for to proceed any further."
"Again with the proceed any further. Why don’t you just ask your chief?""That’s brilliant, Mary!"
Pete grabbed her on the arms and kissed her cheek. Then, before she could respond, he grabbed her cell-phone out of her hand and began dialing.
"Pete, why don’t you use your cell-phone?" Mary stuttered out.
"Shh-shh." Pete started talking to someone on the other end. He asked about M.A.J.O.R. then he waited while he was put on hold. Then apparently the other person returned because Pete started talking again. Then he stared at Mary, "okay. Thank you very much. Tell the chief I’ll be at the station in about 15 minutes."
"Okay, what does it stand for?" Mary demanded.
"Mary, I just lied to you.""Why? How?"
"You are more than a minor suspect. You are a prime suspect.""How in the world did I become a prime suspect?"
"The acronym of M.A.J.O.R."
"I’m afraid I don’t understand.""It is Mary Adams Junior Operations and Relocations."
"Oh My, I’m Mary Adams!"