Murder On Bwytheney by Elizabeth. M. Newby

Author:Elizabeth. M. Newby [Newby, Elizabeth. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Now and again, I liked to have a change of scenery while I work on a manuscript or the blog. When it was warm and not too sunny, I would head for one of the island’s many picnic benches where Shadow could wander, and I could enjoy nature while writing. But on days like this where there was a chill in the air, I would plonk myself in the corner of Cupcake Café. All I needed was my laptop and WiFi.

With a second murder on the island, I couldn’t avoid writing about it any longer, but I was struggling to strike the right balance. The idea that a possible serial killer was roaming the isle was not exactly inviting for tourists, but Bwytheney relied on them.

I sipped my black americano and saw Bronwen making her way in my direction. The book club conversation started running through my mind. If the rumours were true, I should feel sorry for Bronwen, but all I could think about was her lie. Maybe this would be an opportunity to do a little digging.

“Hey Cara, mind if I sit down here?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Are you writing about the murders? For your blog, I mean.”

“Yeah, I can’t avoid it any longer. The comments are getting a bit bonkers. The small post I put up initially held the tide back for a bit but now with Pete too…”

“It’s so shocking. I can’t make any sense of it. How are you doing? I heard it was you who found him?”

“I’m okay. He was just lying there. I thought he was ill or something. How did you find out? News always spreads fast here.”

“We were at The Bell Inn having a meal. We were celebrating our wedding anniversary, actually. Georgewas working behind the bar and got a phone call from a mate who lives in one of the other cottages. Before you knew it, the whole pub was talking about it. We never did get our desserts.”

Desserts? She’s thinking of desserts when a man has lost his life? Bronwen always managed to annoy me, somehow. There was never anything specific. She just irritated me every time we spoke. But at least it would be easy enough to check out this alibi and make sure she and Matthew were at the pub.

“And you didn’t see anything odd the day Melissa was killed? No visitors or anything?”

“Not a thing. You would think that I would hear or see something being just next door. But it seemed like any other evening. I was binge-watching Real Housewives – it's my guilty pleasure."

“I bet Matthew loved that!”

“Haha, not a chance. He shut himself away in his study to catch up with some work. Apparently, it’s more entertaining than my choice of TV. But it suits me. I get to curl up on the bed with some wine and snacks all for myself,” she laughed.

I had visited their B&B farmhouse numerous times over the years and was trying to recall the layout. When I interviewed them for the blog, we were sat in the study.

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