Murder Down the Line by Bruce Hammack

Author:Bruce Hammack [Hammack, Bruce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781958252901
Publisher: Jubilee Publishing LLC

21

The smell of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls competed with the aroma of coffee as Heather descended the stairs of the Wells mansion. She entered the dining room with mouth wide open in a yawn and dug crusty matter from the corner of her eyes. Instead of gracefully lowering herself into a chair, she plopped down and yawned again.

Steve looked fresh, clean-shaven, and dressed for the day.

“I hope you look better than you sound,” he said as he raised his mug of morning stimulant to his lips.

“Sleepless night.”

“Uh-huh. I thought so. It would’ve helped if you’d eaten a couple of cookies and had a glass of milk.”

She rose and went to the coffee service to pour her first cup of the day. “Your home remedies will have me with more cellulite than six menopausal women signing up for Weight Watchers.”

Steve chuckled. “Not bad for someone who stayed up most of the night, but it’s a mental image I can live without. Was it Jack you were talking to?”

“Yeah. He caught some of my wrath, too.” She poured too much coffee in her cup and had to concentrate on not spilling it as she returned to the table. “I thought he was interested in hearing about the blow-up I had with my father. I think he was for the first fifteen minutes, but then I heard him snoring.”

“I did something similar once to Maggie. I still don’t know why she put up with me.”

Heather looked into her overfilled coffee cup. “Relationships aren’t easy, are they?”

“Speaking of.” Steve whispered. “Can anyone hear us?”

Pans clanged in the kitchen. Otherwise, the house was quiet. “Not if we keep our voices down.”

“We need to press Babbs about her mother’s relationship with Rodney Wells.”

“I thought you wanted to focus on Amanda’s murder.”

“The longer I thought about it, the more I believe they’re linked.”

Heather bumped a table leg, sending a small wave of coffee over the rim of her cup. While dabbing her mess with a paper napkin, she responded. “The crimes are eighty years apart. How could they be connected?”

“Not directly, but keep your eyes open today. I’m counting on you to give me full descriptions of what you see. After you have breakfast and get ready for the day, we’ll visit Babbs and her cats.”

Heather took her first sip of coffee by bending over and slurping. “Do we need to do anything else in Mattherson before we go home?”

“I don’t think so. You need to get to your office and unwind your big railroad deal. We’ll start fresh tomorrow morning. Ever been to Hermann Park in Houston?”

“Once. Jack and I went to the Art Gallery. It’s a beautiful park.”

“I want to make sure that’s where Amanda was killed.” He pushed his chair away from the table and stood. “I’ll be poolside. Take your time with breakfast and getting ready. I have plenty to think about and I’m not sure how receptive Babbs will be to our questions.”

“Do you think her memory comes and goes?”

“I’m sure it does,

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