All Those Who Came Before by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

Author:Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cozy murder mystery Romance Women Sleuths artist, Artist, killer, murderers, homicide detective, crime fiction, haunted houses, family murders, cozy murder mysteries, small town, ghosts, psychics, mediums, gypsies, paranormal romances, Spookie Town, romance fiction, woman sleuth, old lady sleuths, detective, thriller, adventure, suspense, romance, Spookie Town Murder Mystery, Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Jessica Fletcher, Murder She Wrote, Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle
Publisher: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Published: 2020-01-18T16:00:00+00:00

THE MANAGER FROM THE Quick Trip telephoned Frank that evening. “I got permission from my boss to retrieve that surveillance video you wanted for the night in question. You were really lucky it still existed. The store doesn’t usually keep their surveillance videos that long. But, for some reason, the boss set it aside and preserved it. It shows the inside and the parking lot as you asked. I downloaded it onto a DVD. It’ll be in the mail to you first thing in the morning. The outside stuff is pretty fuzzy because the rain and fog makes it tricky to see what’s going on. But it’s something.”

“It’ll be better than nothing. Thank you. And perhaps I’ll spot something of use in it no one else has. Thanks for sending it to me and thank your boss for me, as well. I’ll be sure to put that autographed book in the mail tomorrow morning. I promise.”

Supper was over, Nick was in his room writing songs, and Abigail was preoccupied at the kitchen table adding finishing touches to her drawings from that day at the Theiss house. So Frank retired to his writing study where he delved into the files from Fairfield’s Chief Dunham and the its medical examiner Stuart Woodley; doubled checked a couple things in Bracco’s dossier. He was following a timeline and comparing details between the three accounts. So many things, he soon saw, did not match up.

He hadn’t told Abigail where he’d been that day or anything about the records he’d snuck home, hiding them beneath his shirt until he could unload them up in his study. Knowing he should tell her what he was up to, he found he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he knew more than he already knew. Not unless he could offer her more clarity on what had really happened, or on the possible identity of the man who, accidently or purposely, had killed Joel. Because, the truth that was dawning on him, after he’d mucked through all the files first to last pages, was he didn’t believe Joel’s death had merely been an unfortunate car accident. There were too many inconsistencies and too many unfollowed leads. Opening the police report again, he read through it for the third time. Looking for anything suspicious, anything off, to point the way...anything....

Bracco’s account had nothing in it about Phyliss or the green Pinto. The private detective never interviewed her, but the police report did briefly have her recounting of that night. The report mentioned Phyliss, the suspicious man in the green Pinto, how Phyliss ran out and saw it follow Joel’s car into the night. It listed the first three numbers, a partial license plate. But then nothing after that. Officer Price had never asked about or searched for that Pinto, never followed the bread crumbs. Sloppy. So sloppy.

Frank kept studying the files he had, taking notes and trying to figure out how everything fit in together, or not. Slowly, the picture of what had happened to Joel Sutton became clearer.

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