Ice Pick in the Ivy by Dale Mayer

Author:Dale Mayer [Mayer, Dale]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, cozy, Mystery
ISBN: 9781773362670
Publisher: Valley Publishing Ltd.
Published: 2020-11-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Saturday Late Morning …

Mack took his leave soon afterward. Doreen watched him drive away, delighted he was collecting supplies for her deck. He was a really nice guy, inside and out. He hadn’t said anything about the ledgers, aside from taking photos, but that was it. He probably thought it was all junk. To a certain extent, she agreed. But there was still the missing ice pick.

She turned around and headed out to her back garden to work on her own weeds. She kept looking around to see where the garden would stop and where the deck would start, and it was almost impossible to not feel the excitement surge through her. The fact they had come this far without a penny—and, no, it wasn’t very far, she admitted that—but it was something. It was enough she could see it taking form.

She still clung to her hope that maybe, just maybe, it would become a reality. Soon. She wondered what the chances were of having a small barbecue at the end of it all. Maybe not this month, maybe in a few months. Of course, if she didn’t know how to cook on a stove, how the heck would she learn to cook on a barbecue? But, of course, her mind answered immediately that it would be Mack’s job. She laughed.

She shoved her spade into the dirt one more time and picked it up, shook off a pile of weeds, and tossed them to the side into her growing weed pile. She would be delighted just finishing off this initial turnover in the garden as it was.

When she walked back into the house to get water a couple hours later, she saw a text from Mack, saying he forgot to leave her money. She laughed. Yeah, and I could use it, she replied. I need groceries.

I’m out running around, he said. I’ll stop by again and drop it off real quick.

Good enough.

She leaned back, finished the glass of water, and then poured herself another one. Of course she couldn’t get her mind off the Darbunkle brothers. She couldn’t let the fact that she didn’t like the gardener brother, Fred, sway her into thinking he was the guilty party, not his brother, Frank, but it was awfully convenient that both brothers inherited something from their parents. And both were still living in the house. So, what was the motive? The house? It didn’t really make sense when the brothers had always seemed to live there, with their parents. With Henrietta.

Doreen hadn’t seen anything to say the parents had been sick. Maybe the parents had just decided they didn’t want to become any sicker. Wanted to leave what little they could to their children, not have it all eaten up by medical bills. Doreen would need to go a little deeper into their lives. She sat down at her laptop and searched everything under the parents’ names individually and together. And thereafter searched both brothers.

Then she came across Fred’s juvie record. Or at least what she presumed was a juvie record.

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