Mimosas, Mischief, and Murder by Sara Rosett - A Mom Zone Mystery 06 - Mimosas Mischief & Murder

Author:Sara Rosett - A Mom Zone Mystery 06 - Mimosas, Mischief & Murder [Rosett, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Suspense
ISBN: 9780758226860
Google: lH6HA42Mp4oC
Amazon: 0758226861
Goodreads: 9615123
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2010-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“A coincidence? Do you really think that?” I kept my voice low as I spoke into my phone. I was following a sturdy middle-aged woman who was escorting Aunt Christine and me along a hallway to the conference room at the attorney’s office. I’d taken the business card with me. After we’d put the food away at Aunt Christine’s, I’d left another message for Detective Kalra while Aunt Christine changed out of her sweatshirt into a red corduroy shirt and black blazer.

I hadn’t expected to hear back from Detective Kalra and had taken my phone out to put it on vibrate when her call came in. “No,” she said. “I think the chances of two men with the names Stanley and Anderson, in any order, being connected to your grandfather are slim to none. Add the fact that ‘Anderson Stanley’ visited your grandfather shortly before his death and then a few days later ‘Stan Anderson’ dies in a botched robbery attempt at the same house . . . well, that situation is either fate or foul play, but I have to check everything out. Your aunt didn’t see this ‘Stan Anderson’ at the visitation, or at Mr. Avery’s house? She doesn’t know what he looked like?”

“No, I described him and she said she didn’t remember seeing anyone like that at the visitation.”

“And you’re sure no one else saw ‘Anderson Stanley’ visit Mr. Avery?” Detective Kalra asked.

“I don’t know. Aunt Christine said that Grandpa Franklin told her about the man, but she wasn’t there. He told her about it afterward.” Static crackled on the line. “Oh, before I lose you—Aunt Christine says on Monday night she was at dinner with friends at a restaurant named Benito’s and that Roy was working the night shift at the pharmacy.”

“I’ll check on it . . . back in town . . . sheriff’s office . . .” The line went completely quiet and I switched the phone to vibrate, figuring it would be awhile before I’d hear from her again.

The woman stopped at a doorway. “Gus’ll be along in a moment. There’s bottled water, coffee, and tea on the credenza. Help yourself.” Uncle Bud, Aunt Nanette, Uncle Kenny, and Aunt Gwen were already seated at an oval table.

The lawyers’ offices were in a two-story brick building that had once been a home and had been converted to offices. The walls were painted a subtle yellow. Cream trim surrounded the windows with their wavy aged glass and framed a view of three massive oak trees. A painting of a man in his fifties with a Roman nose and gray at the temples of his dark hair hung at one end of the room. Aunt Christine and I slid into the padded swivel chairs at the table as Felicity burst through the door.

“Hello, everyone!” she sang out, and dropped into the chair beside me. She plopped a Dooney & Bourke purse onto the conference table with a small crash, then her keys clattered down beside it.

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