A Stewed Observation by Karen C. Whalen

Author:Karen C. Whalen [Whalen, Karen C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, mystery, humorous, cozy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“Whose car is this?” Jane rapped her knuckle with a reverberating racket on the hood of the dented compact.

“Mairéid’s.” He curled his lip as if the very name of his cousin left a bad taste there.

She opened her eyes wide before narrowing them down to a squint. “Griff, about losing my mirror…”

“I knew there was a story there. Tell me.”

“It was the day we drove to Galway.” Her thoughts were churning.

“Was that before Dale left?” He bent close to peer at the wires sticking out of the hole where the mirror had been.

“Yes.”

“Galway’s a grand town. I wish we’d had more time so we could’ve stopped there. Maybe we can fit in a quick drive up in the next day or two.”

She smoothed down her hair. “That’d be nice. About the day I drove there—”

The double front door hinged open causing Griff and Jane to twist around. Mairéid strode out. “Watcha doin’?”

“Nothing.” Jane jumped in the air a little bit.

“The guards are back. They have more questions.” She had on a black look, as she turned on her heels and stormed through the double doors.

Jane clutched Griff’s arm. “The police are back?”

“I should’ve guessed Mairéid would cause all this trouble. If it wasn’t for her, I’m sure the police would not be bothering us anymore.” He had on a grim expression when he took Jane by her elbow to steer her inside.

Fiona was hunched over a table in the dining room, twisting a white kitchen towel around and around in her fingers, while working vigorously on a wad of pink, sweet smelling gum. She was also glaring at Sean Smithwicket sitting with Mairéid. Jane twitched her head in Sean’s direction and raised her eyebrows, but Griff only shrugged as he took a seat.

The police explained they would interrogate them individually. After taking Fiona away for questioning, then Mairéid, the investigator called for Jane. Her stomach bounced when she heard her name. She exchanged a long glance with Griff before the guard escorted her once again to the tiny library near the reception desk. The yellow light from the lamp hit her face, as Chief Superintendent Nolan loomed over her chair with a thick folder tucked under his arm.

“You were in Alsander O’Doherty’s room the night before he was killed?”

Her heart leapt to her throat, since she hadn’t told anyone. “Yes, but he was asleep when I left.”

The Chief smirked, or it might have been a leer.

Her cheeks burned as she hurried to explain, “I went into his room by accident, saw him asleep in the bed, and left right away.”

“You asked Fiona for the key to his room.”

“I thought I was asking for the Ladners’ key.”

“Why did you want theirs?”

She took deep, even breaths and massaged a finger into her temple. “We play tricks on each other. Someone in the dinner club started it and everyone keeps it going. I left a fake spider under Cheryl’s pillow and a stuffed mouse under the sink.” Was the mouse still there? Neither of the Breewoods mentioned it.

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