Corpse on the Cob by Sue Ann Jaffarian

Author:Sue Ann Jaffarian [Jaffarian, Sue Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Murder, Mystery, murder mystery, soft-boiled, amateur sleuth, mystery novels
ISBN: 9781408491362
Publisher: Chivers
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The sight of my chief-of-police half brother shaking hands with Willie almost made my heart stop beating. I hoped that Willie was right, that he and his escapades had fallen off police radar, and that while Clark was busy Googling me, he hadn’t come across any mention of my connection with William Proctor, former CEO of Investanet.

“Nice little town you have here, Chief,” Willie said, coming to stand by my chair. “I’ve never been out this way—mostly spent time in Boston and the Cape.”

“You staying long?”

“Odelia’s supposed to go home tomorrow.” Willie made a point of looking at me when he answered Clark. “So I’ll probably head out then, too. I have some business in upstate New York.”

I cleared my throat. “Clark stopped by to tell me that Mom’s out of the hospital. She was released tonight.”

“Well, that’s great news, isn’t it?”

“He also told me that the police are now questioning Cathy Morgan. Seems the dead guy is actually her ex-husband.”

“Morgan?” Willie plastered on a thoughtful look that almost even fooled me. “Is that the woman you told me about—the one who runs the vegetable stand?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “that’s her. The one with the boy who was in the maze.” I didn’t know if our little act was convincing, but I appreciated that Willie was a quick study.

“Actually, that’s only part of why I dropped by.” Clark picked up his mug and took a few quick, small sips of coffee. He seemed to be stalling, unsure of what he had to say next. “Seems Mom has a hankering to see us all together. All three of her kids.” He gave me a tight smile.

Clark scooted forward on the sofa. He perched on the edge, leaned his forearms on his thighs, and clasped his hands between his knees. I wasn’t sure if he was readying himself or us for his announcement. “Mom would like to know if you’re interested in staying a few days longer … at our house.”

“Your house?” I didn’t dare look at Willie, even though I was dying to know if he was just as surprised.

“Yes. We have plenty of room. It’s just me and Mom. Grady lives with Cathy Morgan and her son out near the Brown place.”

The invitation took me by surprise. Staying longer was part of my plan. Getting to the bottom of the murder of Frankie McKenna/Les Morgan was part of my plan. Staying with my mother and half brother was not. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Family or not, they were strangers, and I hadn’t decided yet if they were friendly or murderous. And I wasn’t just thinking about the body in the corn maze. My mother’s home could be toxic on many levels.

Clark continued on his mission. “Mom specifically said she wanted you at the house.” He turned to Willie. “We have room for you, too, Will.”

Willie had a look of eager attentiveness splashed across his face. I knew that look. It was the look of a boy looking at a new toy—the kind of toy that made messes and involved small explosions.

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