Loose Threads Mystery 02-Quilter's Knot by Arlene Sachitano

Author:Arlene Sachitano [Sachitano, Arlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Needlecraft Mysteries
ISBN: 9781934841105
Publisher: Zumaya Enigma
Published: 2008-08-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The driveway that led into the heart of the Angel Harbor Folk Art School was carved through a stand of tall old-growth timber. The tree trunks were dark and bare, and the gravel on the road bed was barely discernible under the fallen needles, bark and fern leaves. The scent of Douglas fir and pine was released with every step Harriet took, but she was too distracted to notice.

She needed to talk to the Loose Threads and see if there were any new developments, and then she needed to talk to Lauren's brother. During her walk home, she had realized the only common factor among all the facts she knew was the school. Lauren was a student, Selestina and Tom the owner and her son and Aiden believed he'd been run off the road by an AHFAS vehicle.

Harriet's years at boarding school had taught her that if you want to know what's happening in any organization, ask the janitor. They were typically invisible, and yet they had access to everything. She was anxious to find out what Lauren's brother knew.

But first, she needed lunch.

The Loose Threads were seated together at the fiber arts table.

"How's Aiden?” Connie asked. She scooted to her left to make a place for Harriet.

"He's a little banged up, but mostly he's concerned for Cammi Johnson. He's at the hospital checking up on her now."

"Robin told us what happened at the police station,” Mavis said. “Do you have anything to add?"

"Not really,” she said, looking at Robin for direction. Robin didn't say anything, so she continued. “It doesn't seem like they have anything but gossip against Lauren. What did everyone do in class this morning?” she asked, changing the subject again.

Everyone in turn told what they'd worked on. Sarah and Robin had attended another class in fusibles, learning the technique of tracing their applique image onto paper-lined fusible material then using a sharp pair of scissors to cut the center of the image away leaving a narrow donut of iron-on material. This technique let you avoid the stiff image that most people associated with fusible applique.

Connie had spent the first half of the day covering postcard-sized pieces of foundation material with a variety of machine generated stitch patterns, until all you could see was thread. She had used her usual oranges, reds and yellows. Lauren's half-finished card was predominately purple and brown.

Mavis was still up to her elbows in dye, and Carla was using the half-square rectangle technique she and Harriet had learned to construct star blocks.

Lauren's brother brought out a tray laden with steaming bowls of soup. Today's selection was potato leek, served with dark slabs of Russian rye bread. The group was quiet as they ate their soup and then the fruit cups that followed. Harriet lingered with Mavis as the rest of the group went to either the Tree House or back to their classrooms.

"I've been going over this in my mind,” she said.

"And?” Mavis prompted.

"And ... none of it makes sense. There is a major piece missing somewhere.

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