A Twisted Skein by Sally Goldenbaum

Author:Sally Goldenbaum [Goldenbaum, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2023-09-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Izzy’s shop looked like a hurricane had hit it.

And in a way, it had. It had hit the whole town. The murder of Josh Elliott was a storm surge sweeping up morale and people and tossing them back down on the shore. With a wallop.

But no matter what was going on in the world, Thursday night knitting was sacrosanct for the four friends. Tonight would be no exception.

Izzy busied herself clearing away needles and yarn to make room on the library table for Nell’s white chicken chili. The savory aroma of lime and cumin and garlic filled the room as Nell put the casserole dish on a warming plate.

“Do we know who the police have talked to?” Izzy threw the question out to anyone who might answer.

“The week is winding down,” Cass said. “Surely they’ve narrowed this down.”

“Apparently the police are doubling back and interviewing people again,” Nell said. She leaned over and lined up small cups of olives, sour cream, and shredded cheese to garnish the chili. “But the chief told Ben the investigation still has hit lots of brick walls. And there is an enormous amount of circumstantial evidence that could fall apart too easily.”

Goose bumps appeared on Izzy’s arms, and she rubbed them briskly, then grabbed a sweatshirt from the back of a chair and pulled it on.

She and Sam had been holding their daughter, Abby, close, even hesitating to let her go to her safe, wonderful preschool. As town talk had billowed, the stance of denying the idea that the murderer could be someone they might know, a neighbor or even a friend, had worn thin and become frightening. Izzy had found herself looking at people who came into her shop differently. And she hated that, and the awful feeling that followed it. The act of narrowing down the pool of suspects made matters worse. It was as if the murderer was getting closer to them.

Cass sat down near the fire Izzy had started in the corner of the knitting room. The weather had turned again, as if matching the town’s mood: gray skies and high tides. And the fire was welcome. She leaned toward it and rubbed her hands. “Lucky said lots of people saw Josh the night he was killed, probably because he’d been in the bar earlier that day. They’re trying to track them all down.”

“That included Sam and me,” Izzy said. “Some policeman—not Tommy—came by the house and asked Sam and me about it.”

“And?” Cass asked.

“We told him what we knew, which wasn’t much. That Josh hadn’t stayed long, and he didn’t say where he was going. But we’d talked about the bird-watching trip planned for the next morning. He had been in a good mood and was looking forward to it. He’d been more talkative than he sometimes was. Sam and I assumed—and the police did, too—that he’d decided to go out to the woods that evening, spend the night at the campsite, and get an early start.”

“I remember seeing a tent there,” Birdie said.

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