A Spoonful of Murder by Connie Archer

Author:Connie Archer [Archer, Connie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery
ISBN: 9781101581216
Google: ARDo2MifoAcC
Amazon: B0072O0020
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2012-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

“WHO ARE YOU?” a sharp voice called out.

Lucky jumped involuntarily. A jolt of fear ran down her spine; she was so lost in thought, she hadn’t heard anyone approach.

“What are you doing here?”

Breathless, she came to her feet and turned to face a small, plump woman in a pale blue suit. In the dim light it was difficult to make out her features. Her face was framed in soft blonde curls. She held a heavy silver candelabra in one hand and a polishing cloth in the other. Abigail Starkfield, Dr. Starkfield’s wife—it was the woman she had seen at the Clinic.

“I…I just came in to…”

“How did you get in? The chapel is closed.” Lucky heard a note of fear in her voice.

“The door was open…unlocked, I mean.”

“I don’t think I know you. Are you a member of this congregation?” The woman relaxed a bit, stepping closer, and spoke in a friendlier tone.

“No…I…I just stopped in to sit quietly for a moment and…”

“Oh. I see. Well, I’m sorry to disturb you, dear, but we’re preparing for a baptism. People will be arriving shortly.”

“I didn’t realize.” Lucky buttoned her coat around her and picked up her purse from the floor.

Mrs. Starkfield glanced at Lucky’s jeans and boots. She hadn’t given a thought to her dress when she decided to enter the chapel. She had to admit she wasn’t properly dressed for a house of worship.

Mrs. Starkfield stepped closer and offered her hand. “I’m Abigail Starkfield, and you are…?”

Lucky returned the handshake. “I’m Lucky Jamieson. My family owns…my parents owned the By the Spoonful Soup Shop and I run it now.”

“Oh,” Abigail replied, as if remembering hearing about the deaths of Lucky’s parents. “Well, I am sorry, dear, and sorry I interrupted you. Normally we do these on Sundays after services, but the parents’ schedules didn’t permit. I hope you’ll come back again.”

“Yes, I will. Thank you. It’s a beautiful church.”

Abigail smiled in return. There was something about the shape of her face that reminded Lucky of her mother. It was gone in a flash and she pushed the thought away. “We’re very proud of it,” Abigail responded.

Lucky glanced down at the candelabra in Abigail’s hand. Abigail caught her look and laughed. “Just polishing…making sure everything’s ready.”

Lucky nodded. “I’ll be going then. It was very nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” Abigail said. “And I’m sorry if I gave you a fright.”

Lucky smiled. “That’s quite all right. No worries,” she said as she shut the door softly behind her.

Outside the chapel the wind whipped her hair and bent the icy branches of the trees. She pulled on her cap and wrapped her scarf tighter. A little divine intervention wouldn’t hurt at all right now, but in the meantime, she had to do everything she possibly could to solve her problems. A lot of people wanted Patricia Honeywell dead, but only one person actually committed the crime. If Nate was determined to build a case against Sage, it fell upon her to find out who else wanted Honeywell dead.

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