A Grave Gala (Sugar Martin Vintage Cozy Mysteries Book 2) by Shéa MacLeod

Author:Shéa MacLeod [MacLeod, Shéa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Murder mystery, British mystery, whodunnit, mystery and thriller
Publisher: Sunwalker Press
Published: 2019-10-24T22:00:00+00:00

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke unusually early for me. I am not, nor have I ever been, a morning person. More than ever, I wished desperately for a cup of coffee, but such things weren’t to be had in the little village of Meres Reach. I’d likely have to go to London for that.

I put the kettle on, let Tippy out the back door for his morning constitutional, and was just getting a cup out of the cupboard when there came a knock at the door. I scowled. It was just past eight. Far too early for anyone to be calling, and Old Tom wasn’t expected until nine.

Jack stood at the threshold looking far too chipper for this hour. He swept his hat off, revealing mussed blond curls which I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through. Instead I snapped, “What are you doing here?”

He eyed my chenille robe. “I have news. Let a fellow in?”

I sighed. “Might as well. I just put the kettle on.”

“Marvelous.”

I padded to the kitchen, Jack hot on my heels. The kettle was boiling, so I got another cup down, dropped in a tea bag, and poured us both a cup. “You might as well know, Jerry Miles tried to kill me last night. Now, what’s the news?”

“What the devil?” he all but shouted. “Sugar!” There was a lot of sputtering.

“Stop fussing. I’m fine.” I quickly told him about nearly getting hit by Jerry’s car, and Jerry’s claim he wasn’t the one driving, plus the chauffeur’s claim the car had never left the garage. “It obviously had, but it’s a mystery.”

One of the chairs creaked as Jack took a seat, placing his hat on the table. “Maybe we should tell my uncle. This is getting dangerous.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine. Everything is under control.” At least I hoped it was. “Now, your news?”

He grimaced. “First off, my uncle rang me back about Dicky Winstead. He’s off the hook. Definitely still in Brazil.”

I sighed. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” he chuckled. “And you heard about Peter Winstead stealing Jerry Miles’s fiancé?”

“Of course.” I placed one of the cups in front of him then went rummaging in the fridge for milk.

“I’ve found her.”

I turned around so fast I almost bashed my skull in on the fridge frame. “Isn’t she in France?”

He grinned. “That’s what I thought, but no. She’s not.”

“Wait!” I held my hand up. “I need tea before I can process this.” I thumped the milk on the table. “And maybe something to eat. I think I have crumpets.”

Sure enough, there were crumpets in the bread box. I didn’t bother to toast them, but simply slathered on a bit of butter and placed them in reach so he could help himself. After sinking into the other chair, I took a fortifying sip of tea. “Go on.”

“Right. Juliette Devereaux did indeed return to France after the kerfuffle with Peter and Jerry. However, she returned to England six months later.

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