Medium Things (A Lost Souls Lane Mystery Book 3) by Erin Huss

Author:Erin Huss [Huss, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EH Publications
Published: 2019-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The Sanderses have a big Victorian-style house up on a hill, with blue shutters and a long driveway. Sure it’s late, but the lights are on inside.

I take the walkway up to the front door (with a little extra pep in my step), raise my hand, and then lose my nerve.

“Maybe I should come back tomorrow,” I say.

“Too late.” Drew points to the security camera. “They already know you’re here.”

“Crap.”

“You have to scout the place out first before you just walk up.”

“Noted.” I knock on the door, and Winston, Mrs. Sanders' poodle, barks. My nerves are all over the place. Mrs. Sanders is not going to be happy that I’m knocking at her door at nine thirty at night, wanting to talk about Stephen Handhoff. Every fiber of my being wants to walk away, but I remind myself this is for Margo. This is for Drew. This is for justice.

Mrs. Sanders answers the door. She’s wearing a leopard-print fluffy robe, and her hair is in big foam rollers. “What’s happening?” she asks, barely able to move her mouth because of the hard, black mask smeared on her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Sanders. I’m sorry to bother you so late. Um … I just have a few questions for you. I’m doing an article on Margo Stolper, and … um … it’s due tomorrow.” Crap, I really need to edit that. “I heard you knew Stephen Handhoff.”

Drew snorts. “Is that tar on her face?”

Mrs. Sanders steps outside, quickly closing the door quietly behind her. “Okay, I didn’t make good decisions in my twenties. I’m happily married now, and I don’t want you digging up my past.”

“I’m only here to figure out what happened to Margo.”

“We know what happened to her. Why are you trying to cause problems?”

“I’m trying to find the truth,” I say. “I heard you saw Margo with a mysterious man who drove a Mercedes.”

“My husband doesn’t think it’s wise for me to be involved in this.”

“How does Mr. Sanders even know?”

“It’s best if we leave it.”

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Doesn’t anyone care about justice anymore?

“I can’t leave it alone,” I say. “So, you can answer me now, or you can answer me later, but I will get answers.”

“Damn, girl,” Drew says. “Look at you being assertive.”

Yeah, I am assertive. And it feels pretty good. I roll my shoulders. “Tell me what you know.”

Mrs. Sanders puffs her cheeks, causing cracks to form on her face mask. “Margo was keeping the kid from Handhoff, and I thought she was being unreasonable. I never trusted her. You could just tell she was lying. So I followed her around a few times. She met a man in a silver Mercedes behind the train station on two separate occasions. The first time, she was upset, and he was comforting her. Then he handed her a small white bag with a meds inside.”

“What kind of meds?”

“Not sure, but the bag was from the pharmacy.”

“How was the man comforting her?”

“He touched her shoulder, and you could just tell that the two were friendly.

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