Karen MacInerney_Gray Whale Inn 01 by Murder on the Rocks

Author:Murder on the Rocks [Rocks, Murder on the]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-05-23T10:56:24+00:00

The next morning dawned gray and cool. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, but it was still coming down steadily as I headed downstairs, afraid of what I'd find on the dining room floor. Fortunately, John's quick fix had held for the night, and the old pine planks hadn't been damaged by the rain. I laid a new tablecloth and place settings on the table the rock had landed on, frowning at the plastic and hoping John could get the window repaired today. Then I sighed and headed into the kitchen to start breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, I was sliding a raspberry coffee cake into the oven and pulling down a coffee cup for a much-needed hit of caffeine. My head was better, but the knot on my temple still ached, and the cut in my foot stung with every step.

I had started stirring chunks of cheddar cheese into a bowl of eggs when the phone rang. I picked it up and cradled it on my shoulder. "Gray Whale Inn."

"It's just me," Charlene said. "I thought you'd want to know; the paper just came in."

"More good news?"

"Developer Murdered on Cranberry Island: Investigator says innkeeper `person of interest"

"Sounds better than suspect, anyway." I glanced over at the oven and checked the timer: ten minutes to go. Cooking was usually balm to my soul, but this morning the rich smell of coffeecake filling the kitchen did nothing to dispel the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Charlene said, "Between Pickens and Grimes, you've got yourself an anti-fan club going."

I sighed. "I'll head down later to pick up a copy of the paper. Do you have any good news for me?"

"Well, the evaluators are due in today."

"I'm not sure that qualifies as good news." I shifted the phone to the other shoulder. "Someone threw a rock through the dining room window last night with a note attached."

"You're kidding me. What did it say?" When I told her, she said, "You're the Bermuda Triangle of the Maine coast, you know that?"

"I know. Any idea who could have done it?"

"Well, there are a few islanders who want the development to go through so they can sell out at high prices. Maybe they're worried you'll interfere with the resort."

I gazed out the window at the dark gray ocean. The surface was dulled by the spatter of raindrops, but a few lobster boats chugged across the sullen water. I wondered if Adam's was one of them. As my eyes followed the progress of the nearest boat, I remembered that I wanted a boat of my own. "By the way," I said, "when you see Eleazer, could you tell him I'm looking for a cheap skiff?'

I thought you were supposed to stay on the island."

"I didn't say I was going anywhere," I snapped. "I just said I needed a skiff." I gave the bowl of eggs and cheese a final stir and put it into the refrigerator. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Relax, Nat. I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble.

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