A Crafter Quilts a Crime by Holly Quinn

Author:Holly Quinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CROOKED LANE BOOKS

Chapter Sixteen

It didn’t take long before a hard rapping sound reverberated on the front door of Sammy’s Cape Cod in the wee hours of the morning. This caused three pairs of S.H.E. eyes to dart nervously among themselves and then out toward the banging coming from the front of the house. The three had recently removed their wet clothes and now stood within the heap of abandoned footwear in a panic.

“Someone had better get that,” Ellie said with a resounding sigh. Sammy noted the exhaustion in her sister’s voice and wondered how much longer she could remain upright and not collapse into the nearest bed. Ellie’s face was pale, her eyes shadowed gray, and she looked as if she’d been awake for days, not just one very long night. Her cousin, on the other hand, who was comfortable with swinging shifts and working all hours of the night and day, looked like she’d just woken up and was still fresh as a morning cup of coffee.

Heidi cringed as she crept closest to the door and then uttered, “Oh no,” after peeking through the peephole. Her shoulders sank, and she hung her head as she slowly opened the door to reveal her boyfriend standing on the other side. Officer Tim Maxwell stood at attention in official police capacity, dressed in his full uniform. His neck was bulging due to the clenching of his jaw, his eyes were blazing, and his navy-blue cap was covered in a blanket of white snow.

The officer removed his hat and jerked it downward, sending the snow flying to the ground with one swift angry movement. He stepped inside without saying a word. Sammy noticed his blond hair had been parted down the side, making him look more mature. When had he made that change? She wondered this as she studied his demeanor. He replaced the wet police cap on his head.

Immediately Tim’s eyes regarded the welcome mat next to his feet, which was currently filled with an overgrown pile of wet boots and winter coats dripping with condensation. He ordered the three of them to take a seat in the living room. He needed to “talk with them.” Sammy had never seen Tim conduct himself this way, and it scared her. She decided to refrain from any jokes, as the officer was clearly not in a joking mood.

As soon as the three were squeezed next to each other on Sammy’s meager love seat, the officer stood in front of them in a military stance with his chest puffed, as if he were a drill sergeant. He took a calculated breath and eyed each of them individually before speaking, to set a very serious tone.

“You three have taken this little S.H.E. game of yours too far. This time you crossed the line.” He lifted his index finger, pointed to the ceiling, and then flung it to the ground to draw an imaginary line between himself and the three women sitting in front of him.

Sammy was about to

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