Motherhood Is Murder by Carolyn Hart

Author:Carolyn Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: HarperCollins

The Maserati squealed into the parking lot of the Sea Side Inn.

Annie peered through the glass. “There it is.” She gave a glad shout.

The Maserati jolted to a stop behind the willow tree.

They slammed out of the car, pushed aside the dangling limbs of the willow, and stared at Laurel’s empty yellow convertible.

“Ma? Ma?” Max’s shout rang hollow, muffled by the pines and live oaks and willows.

Annie peered over the driver’s side. “The keys are here.” She hadn’t wanted her voice to sound like a dirge, but it drooped under the weight of the words. She was turning away when she saw the bright glitter of a silver matchbook on the floor of the car, near the brake pedal. Annie frowned. Laurel didn’t smoke. She never carried matches. Why would she?

Annie opened the door, retrieved the matchbook, held it up. Raffles—No Place Like Home. “Max, look at this!”

Somewhere nearby there was a faint but unmistakable trill, that irritating, not to be avoided, accompaniment of modern life. Deadened, scarcely audible, but persistent. The ringing continued.

Max turned, stared at the Dumpster, broke into a short run. He clambered up the side, bent over the edge. With a yelp, he leaned far over, teetering on the edge, then jerked upright, one hand held high. “Ma’s phone. By God, it’s her phone.”

The ringing began again.

Max jumped to the ground, a banana peel sticking to one arm. He punched on the cell phone.

“Mrs. Roethke…”

Max shouted, “Billy, it’s me. We just found mother’s phone in the Dumpster here at the inn—and her car with the keys in it. We can’t find her.”

“Oh, Christ.” And Billy talked. Fast.

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