DASH AWAY ALL by Christina Freeburn

Author:Christina Freeburn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christmas;Christmas mysteries;holiday mysteries;amateur sleuths;women sleuths;cozy mystery;craft mysteries
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2020-04-03T17:04:58+00:00

The road to Harmony was miles of farmland occasionally broken up by a glimpse of a farmhouse in the back part of the land. There had been one town about ten miles, but it didn’t look like a town “You can’t miss,” as Anne described it. The town I drove by was smaller than Carol Lake. I had spotted a convenience store, a bait shop, and a bar. Of course, that might have been the end of town and had I turned down the dirt road, I’d have seen a larger town.

I should’ve turned on the Waze app on my phone and not trusted how “easy” it was to find the town. I’d at least know how many more miles “just down the road” was the town of Harmony. A small housing development was a few miles ahead, followed by a small gas station with an attached convenience store. Right after it, the two-lane road turned into four lanes and the traffic picked up.

A wooden arch with a maroon sign saying “Welcome to Harmony” splayed over the four lanes. Anne was right, it was hard to miss. I drove under the archway and felt my tension melt away at the sight of the town. Golden lights hung from nearly every building. There was something old-fashioned, yet modern, about the wood paneled buildings with a hint of mountain chateau. Large trees lined the brick sidewalks and there were bike racks at each block.

The town was spotless. Windows gleamed. No trash on the street. People ambled down the sidewalks, smiles on their faces. Harmony seemed true to its name. The town was a quintessential Christmas town by the appearance of the buildings and the friendliness of the people on the street. Why hadn’t Edward chosen this town for the movie? There were more stores to choose from and enough hotels for room for the cast and crew rather than staying in trailers.

Toward the middle of town was one building that seemed out of place. The sheriff’s department was a one-story brick building, a more contemporary design with large windows across the front of the building and a metal and glass door rather than the quainter style of the other businesses, two-story brick buildings with residential-style windows framed by wooden shutters. Everything about the sheriff department building and the outside grounds said modern and functional. Even the landscape was functional with no-fuss plants and two-inch high Kentucky bluegrass.

I pulled into a parking spot in front of the building. I walked inside and was hit with a blast of Antarctic cold air. Wrapping my arms around myself, I held back a shiver. Someone in the building liked it cold. I blew out a puff of breath and was surprised a cloud didn’t form in the air. The floor was a smooth tile surface and gleamed under the florescent lights. I stepped carefully in case the floor was freshly mopped.

A deputy sat at a large desk boxed in on three sides by a tall partition, alternating her gaze from a mammoth computer screen to me.

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