Death Wears Denim: A Little Tombstone Cozy Mystery (Little Tombstone Cozy Mysteries Book 2) by Celia Kinsey

Author:Celia Kinsey [Kinsey, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

We had to do something, so Morticia and I started to creep towards the boy, the pug, and the piglet while keeping a wary eye on the faint light bobbing in the window of the abandoned barn.

In retrospect, it might have been wise to alert the others to our whereabouts, but we were so focused on removing Maxwell and his companions from harm’s way that it didn’t occur to us. We’d probably have had to go back to the top of the rise to get reception anyway, and based on what happened next, that would have been the wrong choice.

I’d just gotten close enough to the blanket to try and get Maxwell’s attention without having to yell when the light in the window of the barn disappeared.

I sprinted forward, but before I could warn Maxwell to stay silent, he’d sprung to his feet.

His sudden movement startled the piglet, who let out a squeal, and Earp gave a sharp bark. There was no use staying quiet any longer.

“Run!” I told Maxwell and pointed to Morticia standing twenty yards away next to a large boulder.

“Why?” said Maxwell.

That’s the problem with smart kids. They need lengthy explanations for everything. Georgia was the same way as a child.

“I’ll tell you later. Run to Morticia!”

“What about my backpack?”

“I’ll get it,” I said.

“You promise?”

“I promise. Just run to Morticia.”

I could see the bobbing light rounding the corner of the house. Whoever had been inside the barn had come out to investigate.

Hercules and Earp had scattered, and Maxwell finally ran.

I was just reaching down to scoop up Maxwell’s backpack, because after all, a promise is a promise, when whoever was carrying the flashlight shown it in my face, blinding me.

“Who’s there?” I said to the blinding light.

I must have looked rather odd, standing there holding a cartoon character plush blanket and a small boy’s backpack. The circumstances could hardly have rendered me a threatening figure.

The light moved closer until its owner and I were engulfed in a halo of light. I’d been frightened when I’d not known who was approaching, but when I could see his face, I was downright terrified.

It was Hugo Montrose, and he was far from happy to see me.

“We were looking for Maxwell,” I said, brandishing the blanket and the backpack like a shield.

“Who’s Maxwell?”

“My cousin’s 6-year-old. He ran away.”

“Then where is he now?” Hugo demanded.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you’re lying,” said Hugo.

I guess he thought I’d brought along the juvenile accoutrements as a cover so I’d have an excuse if I was caught skulking around.

I hoped Morticia had gotten safely to the top of the hill and had succeeded in calling for reinforcements. I tried not to worry about where Earp and Hercules had gotten off to.

“You followed me last night,” said Hugo.

I wanted to ask which time he was referring to: the time we’d followed him to Janey’s house or afterward when we’d followed him down the dirt track.

“My delivery driver saw you,” said Hugo, clearing up my question, but doing nothing to settle my nerves.

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