A Harvest of Bones by Yasmine Galenorn

Author:Yasmine Galenorn [Galenorn, Yasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Single Mothers, Mystery Fiction, Women Sleuths, Ghost Stories, Washington (State), Women Mediums, Tearooms, Occult Fiction
ISBN: 9780425207260
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

BY 6:00 A.M., I had dozed on the sofa for thirty minutes, and read the entire contents of Brigit’s diary. I was a lot more depressed than I’d been—the girl’s life had sounded so unhappy, though I couldn’t figure out exactly what had been wrong. I got the impression, however, that Brigit had been a servant of some sort in the Brunswick household.

The lot swarmed with activity. Kip and Miranda woke early, clamoring to know what was going on, but I told them I couldn’t say a word until Murray gave me the go-ahead, and they quieted down. As they ate their breakfast, the phone rang. It was Joe, wanting to know what was happening. He’d gotten wind of the activity via the police scanners. I filled him in on what had gone down and reassured him that I was fine, when Mur knocked at the back door and slipped into the kitchen.

“I thought you might like to come watch,” she said as I replaced the receiver. “It’s light enough to start excavating the site now. We’re going to be putting in some time there today. We have to cut some of the roots so we don’t disturb the skeleton when we remove it from the cavity.” She helped herself to a Danish and a slice of bacon.

“What did Irena say? Is she giving you a hard time?” I brewed a couple of shots of espresso for her and poured them into a pint-sized carton of chocolate milk since she didn’t have time to sit down with a proper demitasse cup. She laughed when I handed it to her, but didn’t hesitate to chug it right down.

“Thanks, I needed that. I’m exhausted.” She wiped her mouth and sighed. “Actually, Irena’s not being a pain like I expected.”

I scarfed down the last of my biscuit with egg and cheese and bacon, sent my protesting son and daughter off to school after enjoining them to keep quiet about matters until Murray gave us the thumbs up. Then, grabbing on my jacket, I slipped my keys in the pocket and headed out the door with her.

“Jeez, it’s cold this morning,” she said.

As we headed across my yard, I jammed my hands in my pockets. The temperature had plummeted in the past hour or two and I could swear I smelled snow on the horizon, but it was far too early for that.

“So Irena’s okay with this?”

“Well, she’s not giving us any trouble. I was rather surprised. Deacon says she appeared properly shocked when he told her that we’d found a skeleton on the property and insisted that yes, of course we need to investigate. She ‘can’t for the life of me figure out where it came from.’ ”

I could see my breath. Winter was going to be nice and cold, which was fine with me since it was my favorite season. I was hoping for a white Christmas and—if it was anything like the year before—expected to see one.

“Think she’s telling the truth?”

Murray shook her head.

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