A Pattern for Murder (The Bait & Stitch Cozy Mystery Series, Book 1) by Ann Yost

Author:Ann Yost [Yost, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2018-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

I wanted to believe Chakra was telling the truth about her activities last night. Heck, I wanted to believe she was telling the truth about her release from the obsession about her husband. But there was no getting around the fact that she'd lied about spending the night in the oil house. A totally unnecessary lie, surely. Unless she'd sneaked back up to the lighthouse an hour after she'd left it to push Alex Martin off the tower.

But what about Captain Jack? Had he made his now famous duck remark to Chakra? Or had he made it at all? Had Danny lied, too? And where was Captain Jack?

Questions about the murder buzzed around my head and overlaying them all was the question about closure. If I could come face to face with my husband for just an hour, would I, too, be free to let go of the hopes I'd had for a life with him? Could freedom be as simple as looking into someone's eyes and recognizing, finally, that the light that had been there for you, had burned out?

I parked Riitta's SUV among the pines and followed the dogs to the lighthouse. It was nearly seven p.m. and there were still hours of daylight left but the sun's rays were slanted now and the angle created a kind of mist that made the landscape look like something out of a storybook. The faded stone of the building took on a rosy hue against the azure sky and the square tower looked less like a factory smokestack and more like the turret of an enchanted castle. It felt almost as if I were coming home after months of a sense of displacement. I thought I had understood why this place was important to Miss Thyra and the others. Now I actually felt it.

Riitta and Tom had made the lighthouse a sanctuary.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the man leaning against the newel post on the front porch steps until he called to me.

"Hey, Max," I said, pleased to see him. "You didn't call me Umlaut."

His grin was slow and devastating. I wondered how it was possible he was still single.

"I got the feeling you didn't like it, that maybe that particular expression had other associations for you."

"Hmm. So now, in addition to all your other talents, you're psychic?"

His grin widened. "Everybody's got a past, sweetheart. Even me. Anything new in the investigation?"

I told him about Chakra.

"She told you she was married to Martin?"

"Oh, no. Sonya Stillwater told me. She said she got it from one of the old men out on the rez who got it from a Hollywood gossip TV program. She called because you told her I was investigating the murder. She said she ran into you at the market on the rez." I waited for him to explain that but he didn't.

"Huh." We'd sat down on the top step on the front porch. Normally on a summer night as fine as this one, the old ladies would be playing Canasta at the card table and Jack would be napping in the hammock.

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