Miss Spelled by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781925674293
Publisher: Best Cosy Books

Chapter 14

One thing was certain. I had to solve the murder of Brant McCallum to clear the cloud of suspicion that hung over the cake store. It was the only way I could regain the trust of Aunt Angelica’s customers. I had pointed that out to Thyme who was in full agreement. She suggested we speak to Ruprecht.

I felt a little strange speaking to Ruprecht after the whole ‘your-aunt-was-a-witch,’ ‘your-father-was-a-witch,’ ‘you-are-a-witch thing.’ While I didn’t accept that I was a witch, I had spent a lot of time on YouTube, and I had a better understanding of the whole witch thing now.

Mint stood in the doorway to Glinda’s with a broad smile across her face. “Grandfather’s expecting you.” She led us to the back room.

Ruprecht was sitting by a table with a large teapot of hot tea, four empty bone china mugs (at least I hoped they were bone china, and not bone), and the same type of cakes he had offered me last time. He gripped the pot in his right hand and poured tea into each of the mugs. Steam swirled from each as the warm liquid reached their brims. He didn’t say a single word as he did this, but when he was done, he returned the teapot to its original location and then sipped from the cup before him. After he placed it back down, he looked up at us. “So, what brings you here?” he asked in a gentle tone.

I was sure that he already knew why we had come, but I decided to answer anyway. “I need your help. Business has dropped right off, and we’ve heard rumours around town that Brant McCallum died from eating our cake. I’m sure business will pick up again if we could find out what really happened to him. Who would have wanted to kill that man?”

Ruprecht leant forward in his chair and took another sip from his cup. “Well, I believe even those with the most trivial of motives could still be the number one suspect. Brant was not well liked by any means. Perhaps there were people who respected him, but mostly he was loathed.” He tapped his chin. “Perhaps we can brainstorm and think up a list of suspects.”

“That’s what we were hoping,” Thyme said, giving me an encouraging nod, “but where do we start?”

Ruprecht sat back in his chair and looked up at the high ceiling. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I hoped his thoughts, whatever they were, would throw some light on my problem. Finally he spoke. “We must start with those who had an obvious problem with the man. We must bring to mind any old altercations, any recent disputes, or anything else that could give someone a reason to murder the man.”

Mint sat forward and spoke. “The first person who comes to my mind is Dermott Smith. Just a few weeks ago, there was a huge dispute over a big poker tournament that came to town. Smith and Brant McCallum made it into the final round, and of course, Brant won somehow.

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