Murder and the Secret Spring by J. D. Winters

Author:J. D. Winters [Winters, J. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Jill felt truly outraged. “Well let’s go right back and get it back from him,” she said stoutly. “How dare he steal that purse thing anyway?”

I was truly tempted, but I knew it was no use. After all, I had to admit, it wasn’t really mine. For all I knew, it was his. Though I was pretty sure it was actually Sandy’s. And for some reason, Jeremy was keen to have it. And now he did.

I railed against pickpockets all the way back to Mad for Mocha. I was so upset I didn’t notice that Jill was unusually quiet until I pulled into her parking lot and stopped to let her out.

She turned and looked at me, her blue eyes clouded with worry.

“Mele, what was that about Jagger? Did you see him at the restaurant today? Do you know what he was doing there?”

“No, sweetheart, I didn’t see him there today,” I could say quite honestly. “I don’t know anything about this supposed commission to do murals. You’re going to have to ask him.”

She nodded, then gave my hand a squeeze. “I…I really like him, you know,” she said so earnestly, it almost brought tears to my eyes. Then she smiled and hopped out. “Call me later,” she ordered, putting on her business face. She was back in work mode before she got through that big glass door.

She really liked him. I sighed. I supposed he was okay. I just wished I felt I could trust him. If he broke Jill’s heart….!

Well, let’s just say there would be repercussions.

I headed home to find Bebe waiting for me. I quickly told her all about the strange afternoon we’d had—including my interview with Carlo.

“Poor Carlo,” she said. “I stopped by about half an hour ago and took him some of my famous Swedish Oatmeal cookies. He looked so sad sitting there in that cell. He knew dinner preparations were happening at the Kitchen, and he wasn’t a part of it. It’s tearing him apart.”

“So they haven’t offered him bail yet?”

“He hasn’t even seen a judge. I think they have to charge him with something before he can get bail. Isn’t that how it works?”

I shrugged. Some representative I was. I didn’t have the slightest idea how the court system was set up. All I could think about right now was how I was going to get him cleared—and that meant, how I was going to figure out who the guilty party really was.

We had a simple dinner, discussing the murder all the while. Bebe seemed to be especially interested in the Champaine family dynamics. She was full of questions about Nigel and Margerite.

“They were engaged, you know. Secretly engaged. But engaged none the less.”

I frowned. It still seemed an odd match to me. Except that I’d seen him the night before, going into her cabin, hadn’t I?

“Why secretly?” I asked. “That seems like a strange thing to do.”

“I think it was in order to keep from bad feeling developing among the staff.

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