A Fatal Slip by Meg London

Author:Meg London [London, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780698137080
Google: QbkpAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0425252477
Barnesnoble: 0425252477
Goodreads: 18210675
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2013-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 14

EMMA wasn’t sure if Liz would be there when she got to the Grangers’, but her station wagon was parked in the driveway as usual.

“You look terribly glum,” Liz said when Emma stuck her head into the office to say hello. “I hope you’re not worrying about Brian. The doctor was quite positive that everything is going to be fine.”

“It’s not Brian. It’s Aunt Arabella.” Emma leaned against the wall and watched as Liz adjusted the lens on her camera. “She’s afraid her memory is going. I think it’s just stress, but unfortunately, she’s told Detective Walker three different stories about where she was during the fireworks when Hugh was killed.”

Liz now looked as concerned as Emma felt. “The stress must be getting to your aunt. We have to figure out who did murder Hugh and put an end to all this,” Liz said in a near whisper. “Personally, I’d like to know where Mariel was when Granger was killed. That dark-haired fellow was here again today—the one we saw her sneaking around with on the terrace the other night. I was pulling into the driveway when I noticed him walking across the field toward the barn, where she was checking on her horse.”

“It seems strange to me that he never comes into the house.”

“Not if they’re having an affair. He’s probably keeping his distance until everything is settled.” Liz stretched her arms overhead. “I could do with some hot coffee. How about you?” She shivered. “It’s awfully chilly in here today. Or maybe it’s because I’m tired.”

“I’ll grab some tea before I get started.”

The hall was silent, and the foyer was empty. Mail was stacked neatly on the foyer table alongside a vase of fresh flowers. Emma made another mental note to clean off the table in her own entryway. She paused for a moment to enjoy the scent of the flowers as she and Liz went by on their way to the kitchen.

Molly was in the kitchen, vigorously wiping down the counter with a sponge. She was putting some real elbow grease into it, as Emma’s grandmother would have said. She nodded at Emma and Liz. “Good afternoon to you.”

Emma grabbed a mug, filled it with water and put it in the microwave.

Molly put down her sponge and leaned closer to the kitchen window. She pointed outside. “I think I see a robin. Sure sign that spring is around the corner.”

“That would be great. I’ve had enough of winter.” Emma joined Molly at the window and looked out. She didn’t notice any birds, but she did spy the man they’d seen with Mariel the other night, picking his way across the rutted and frozen field. The wind blew his dark hair around his face, and he held the collar of his coat closed with one hand.

“Who is that?” Emma pointed toward the fellow, trying to sound completely guileless. “He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.”

Molly took the bait. She stood on tiptoe and looked out the window again.

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