Local Foods 04 Murder Most Fowl by Edith Maxwell

Author:Edith Maxwell [Maxwell, Edith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781496700254
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-03-31T21:00:00+00:00

An hour later Pete sat with the remnants of his own Croque Madame on a plate in front of him at the table. He still wore his blazer but he’d untucked his shirt and his feet were shod in the fleece slippers Cam kept for his use in the house. Dasha, who’d been overjoyed to see his main human, sat happily at Pete’s feet.

“Cam, you’re an angel.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then took a sip of beer, gazing at her.

Cam snorted. “Hardly. I can put together a pretty mean hot sandwich, though.” She had refilled her wineglass and sat with him while he ate. “So what’s happening with the case? Or can’t you talk about it?” She wet a finger on her tongue and ran the finger around the rim of the wineglass until it sang.

“We’re stuck. The commander is pissed. I went to talk to Judith Patterson and she wanted a lawyer there. And Ivan’s driving me nuts. Plus I was in court all afternoon on a different case entirely.” He shook his head. “What have you been up to?”

“Besides farming, I’ve been wondering what beef Paul Underwood had with Wayne. I told you I saw him drive away looking angry the day before the murder, right?”

“No, I don’t believe you did. What time of day?”

“It was as I was heading there to talk with Wayne about my two chicks that died. Maybe four or five o’clock. You must have questioned Paul about finding the body.”

“We did. Wayne was already dead when Underwood says he got there, although we’re still following up on confirming when he actually showed up and where he was before that. What’s this about a beef?”

“Felicity Slavin was their high school teacher.” Cam went on to tell Pete what her friend had said about the falling out. “I was at Connolly’s Pub last night for Saint Patrick’s Day and Paul asked to sit with Lucinda and me. Our table had the last empty seats, I guess. I asked him what their falling out was over but he didn’t really want to say, only that he went to see Wayne on Saturday to sort a few things out. It didn’t really look like they had sorted out anything or he wouldn’t have looked like an angry bull driving away. And then Lucinda asked him why he went back over there Sunday morning and he got up in a huff.”

“Interesting. Felicity doesn’t know what went on between them?”

“No. But then today I found a gold bracelet in my compost pile. An old, dented, dirty gold bracelet, with the initials FL inside.”

“And this has what to do with Paul Underwood? Or with Wayne?” Pete yawned. “Sorry. I haven’t slept much since Sunday.”

Cam held up her hand. “Hang on another minute. I also found a bone about as long as my forearm, also in the compost.”

Pete sat up straight, looking more alert. “What did you do with it?”

“Exactly what I was supposed to. I didn’t touch it, and I called the Westbury police.

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