Inn the Spirit of Legends by Becki Willis

Author:Becki Willis [Willis, Becki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clear Creek Publishers
Published: 2018-03-02T06:00:00+00:00

“I see you called.” Walker returned her call as she fed the last of the abandoned sandwich to Leroy. “I’m sorry, I was in an area with no cell service. Is something wrong?”

“Not anymore. But I wish you’d warn me when someone is dropping by.”

His voice sharpened. “Did Tinker stop by?”

“Tinker? No, and I hope he doesn’t! And certainly when you’re not here!”

“I’ve asked him to drop his bid off here at the office. I don’t want him back on the property, any more than you do.”

“Did you tell his cousin how you felt? He really shouldn’t have sent him in his stead, not without talking to you first.”

“I’ve tried to reach Hank several times, but he doesn’t answer.”

“I guess he was really sick, then,” Hannah said, feeling empathy toward the man. It was bad enough, just having a virus. Having a virus and a guest like Everett Tinker was a double whammy.

“If I don’t hear from him in a day or so, I’ll drop by and check on him. Hopefully his relatives will be gone by then.”

“If they can remember where they live,” Hannah snickered. “We’ve narrowed it down to either Wichita, Kansas, or Wichita Falls, Texas. We think.”

“Again, not the sharpest tool in the shed,” Walker said dryly. “But if Tinker didn’t drop by, who were you referring to?”

“Orlan Varela. Tell me something. Do all your friends work at that history farm? Other than Tracey Ann. I know she works for 9-1-1. She said to tell you ‘hey,’ by the way. And where is that history farm, anyway? I can’t find a thing about it on the internet.”

Walker was quiet for a long moment. He finally responded to her questions, in random order. “How do you know Tracey Ann Porter works at the sheriff’s office? Why were you talking to her?”

“Because I called 9-1-1 when your friend Orlan stopped by here to raid our refrigerator!” Her tone revealed her displeasure. He should have told her to expect the man, instead of allowing him to scare her half to death. “He said it wasn’t him,” she continued, “but I bet he’s the one who ate the pork chops yesterday. Does he do this often? Stop by and raid the refrigerator, I mean?”

“H—How would I know?” Walker sputtered. “I don’t live there!”

His answer gave her pause. “Oh. That’s right,” she murmured. “I keep forgetting. You’re just here to babysit me.”

She could hear the frown in his voice. “I wouldn’t use the word babysit, Hannah. It’s not like that.”

Another thought occurred to her. “Maybe he’s not your friend, after all. But he was clearly Miss Wilhelmina’s friend. He knew his way around the kitchen, and Leroy didn’t even bark at him.”

“What was he doing?” Walker asked, his tone oddly hesitant.

“Nothing, really. I thought he wanted food, so I made him a sandwich. But while I was on the phone with Tracey Ann, hearing how she’s been in love with you most of her life, he disappeared on me.” This time, the frown appeared in her voice.

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