Love Is Murder by Sandra Brown & Lee Child & Sherrilyn Kenyon & Heather Graham & Allison Brennan & Roxanne St Claire & Carla Neggers & Beverly Barton & Robert Browne Pse & Andrea Kane

Author:Sandra Brown & Lee Child & Sherrilyn Kenyon & Heather Graham & Allison Brennan & Roxanne St Claire & Carla Neggers & Beverly Barton & Robert Browne, Pse & Andrea Kane [Brown, Sandra & Child, Lee & Kenyon, Sherrilyn & Graham, Heather & Brennan, Allison & Claire, Roxanne St & Neggers, Carla & Barton, Beverly & Robert Browne, Pse & Kane, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery & Detective, Fiction, Suspense, Suspense Fiction; American, Thrillers, Short Stories
ISBN: 9780778313441
Google: 384E49bHr_8C
Amazon: 0778313441
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2012-05-29T05:00:00+00:00

Beth had just put out a small breakfast buffet. She looked like she hadn’t gotten any sleep. “How are you doing?” Lucy asked.

“I’m worried about Grace. This has been so hard on her. And Steve—the poor kid. I don’t know how to make it better, and it’s killing me.”

“My brother woke up sick this morning.”

“Sick? Like a cold?”

“Like puking his guts out sick. I cleaned up after him, but I was hoping to get some ice and a little juice or something.”

“Of course.”

Lucy followed Beth into the kitchen. Angie was there, as Lucy had prearranged. “Oh, good,” she said to Beth. “I was hoping you could help me with Trevor. He went up to the extra room, but he’s hungover and distraught and I don’t know what to do. Kyle is no help, he doesn’t know what to say, and you were so good with Trevor last night.”

Beth said, “I have the perfect hangover remedy.” She started gathering supplies, then turned to Lucy. “Oh, let’s take care of Patrick first.”

“I can do it. You talk to Trevor. I’ll bring juice for my brother. Maybe some chicken broth?”

“In the pantry. I can prepare something for you.”

“No, really, it’s okay. I need something to do anyway, I’m going stir-crazy.”

Less than two minutes later, Angie and Beth left with a tray for Trevor. As soon as Lucy heard them on the stairs, she slipped into Beth’s bedroom.

It was a suite, with two rooms and its own bath. Beth was tidy—her bed was made, her dirty clothes in a hamper, her furniture arranged just so. Careful to leave everything exactly as she’d found it, Lucy quickly searched Beth’s room for anything that would connect her to embezzlement or drugging Steve. Beth didn’t have a computer in her bedroom, which meant that the books were either kept on the office computer or in the cottage.

She did find a box of letters to Beth from a man named Andrew Simon, Lieutenant Colonel, U.S. Army. They were all sent from an APO address in Afghanistan. Ten letters, written in the months she’d been living here. She had a P.O. box in Kit Carson, which Lucy recognized was the same address that the lodge used. Would she use the same address if she was hiding something? Or would she have opened her own post office box?

Lucy opened the most recent letter, dated three weeks ago.