A Matter of Wife and Death (A Sibyl Potts Cozy Mystery, Book 4)

Author:Best, Morgana [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Cozy Mysteries
Published: 2015-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12.

I was sitting in the main dining room with Cressida and Mr. Buttons. The three of us were sipping our English Breakfast tea and nibbling on cucumber sandwiches, perfectly cut into triangles.

Greg sat with us, but he was spending more time looking at his cup and playing with it than actually drinking from it. He slowly spun the cup around and around as it perched atop the table, stirring it with a spoon every once in a while.

“I’ll have to go back to Nathan’s Hardware for a trowel,” Cressida said out of nowhere.

Greg looked up from his tea cup. “Nathan’s Hardware?” he said. “If you ever need any supplies, I’d be happy to pick them up for you. Have you been there lately?”

I wondered why Greg was so focused on the hardware store all of a sudden. What’s he trying to hide? I wondered. The fact that he had bought a wrench?

“Yes,” Cressida said.

Greg simply nodded, before returning to stirring his cup.

“So, Greg, how’s everything going with the wilderness area and all that?” Mr. Buttons asked.

The man continued spinning his cup of tea and tuning out the world. Eventually, he looked up at Mr. Buttons and spoke slowly. “It’s been okay. We’re still dealing with those wilderness nuts, though. On a daily basis, it seems.” His tone held more than a hint of annoyance.

I was annoyed. I most certainly was opposed to his destruction of the wilderness area, but I could hardly say anything. After all, he was Cressida’s paying guest, and his wife had just died.

“Things will get better,” Cressida said. “Sometimes I can’t believe we’re still standing after everything we’ve been through. You just have to have hope, and trust that things will work out how they are supposed to. Whoever caused your wife’s demise will be punished. I know it.”

Greg rolled his eyes, a gesture I considered to be quite rude after Cressida’s kind words. He raised his cup and took a brief sip. He licked his upper lip and placed the cup down a little too hard. “I should probably head out soon. This construction site is monstrous, difficult, and full of protesters, so I might need an early start this morning.”

Just as he stood to his feet, Blake and Constable Andrews walked in.

“Good morning, everyone,” Blake said.

“What brings you here so early, Blake?” Cressida asked.

“I came by to see if Greg would mind accompanying us back to the station. We would like to discuss a few things about his wife’s murder case with him.”

Greg frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Will this take long?” he snapped. “I’ve been dragging my feet on the ground long enough because of this mess. I have work I need to get done so I can get back home and away from this circus.”

“Not long,” Blake said.

Greg shot him a dirty look, but rose from his chair and followed the officers out.

After they left, the three of us sat in silence for a few minutes.

“That was unexpected,” Mr.

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