Million Dollar Baby

Author:Amy Patricia Meade [Meade, Amy Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9780738708607
Google: 6k3fPPEO1FoC
Amazon: 0738708607
Goodreads: 301914
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Published: 2006-04-07T16:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

Marjorie awoke at dawn on Thursday, and finding it impossible to get back to sleep, rolled over to view the daybreak through her bedroom window. It was yet another overcast day, and the sun rose above the horizon only to be immediately muffled by the clouds, until all that remained were a few wan, dusky beams. She watched this dim light as it glided into her room, engulfing each item it touched and tinting it with a ghostly pallor. She observed, mesmerized, as it consumed the curtains and the window seat where Sam slept, then the ceiling and walls, and, eventually, swallowed the bed itself and herself with it. Within just a few minutes, the world about her had been enveloped in gloom.

The writer shivered; she snuggled beneath the blankets for warmth and closed her eyes in hopes that she might somehow be able to relax, but she knew it was no use. It had been this way each morning since the discovery of Victor Bartorelli’s body at Kensington House; awaking with the dawn, suffering from chills, insomnia, and an increasing sense of dread.

It was silly, really. She had spent her life wishing that “something” would happen in Ridgebury, and now that it had, she was having reservations about being involved in it. She enjoyed participating in the investigation, relished the opportunity to flex her sleuthing muscles, and even found some measure of joy in sharing Creighton’s company. Nevertheless, each interview they conducted, each fact they uncovered left her feeling increasingly like an intruder. She was prying into peoples’ personal lives, encroaching upon their private thoughts and feelings, and unearthing secrets that others preferred remain buried.

Secrets. They’re what made Marjorie particularly apprehensive—secrets and the lengths to which people might go to keep them. Everyone who knew Henry Van Allen had something shameful to hide. Did anyone truly care for Henry Van Allen? It seemed that no one did. His was a world of vices, not emotions: a maelstrom of power, adultery, avarice, and perhaps even murder, and the more Marjorie learned, the more she felt herself being pulled into the vortex. How and when the storm would end she did not know, and that frightened her the most.

She looked at the clock upon her nightstand and wished that the time had passed more quickly, but only ten minutes had elapsed since she had first awoken. There were still eight more hours left before she was scheduled to meet with Creighton and Detective Jameson. Ah, Jameson, she thought dreamily. No doubt he would be impressed with her and Creighton’s handiwork; in one day they had managed to uncover not one or two, but three more suspects in the possible murder of Henry Van Allen. She might actually be rewarded for such good work; but for Marjorie, being close to Detective Jameson and those heavenly brown eyes was reward enough. He was her ideal man: good-looking, intelligent, charming, and, best of all, a police detective. Imagine, a police detective and a mystery novelist!

Marjorie sighed contentedly as she nodded off.

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