Peace on Earth by Maia Ross

Author:Maia Ross [Ross, Maia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Holiday Fiction, humorous, quirky, Humor, Crime Fiction, cosy, Women Sleuths, cozy, amateur sleuth, private investigator mysteries, Mystery
Publisher: Maia Ross
Published: 2019-12-01T22:00:00+00:00

I sleep excellently. Really, I refuse to do otherwise. The next morning I take my diesel-tea in my easy chair, the one that looks out over the cul-de-sac. It’s overcast today, the air grim and grey. It looks like it’s going to snow.

My tea is good and strong and goes down perfectly while I surveil the road. I mull over my discussion with Roger last night, and try to think of who, on the island, would want to harm Bailey. Her stepmother, certainly. Nathan, possibly. Snookie? It’s hard to imagine her having the technical chops to do something like this, but if it’s just filling out some applications, the same ones she does every day, it wouldn’t be terribly difficult. In my experience, crime often comes from the inside of an organization. It’s just so much easier. But what about Jaydyn? How is she paying for that house, Harriet’s salary, all those presents, and…

The trust fund. Bloody hell. I completely forgot to squeeze Roger about it last night.

I put my teacup down hard, too hard for china that’s been in the family for over a hundred years. I’m losing it, losing my touch.

I spend a few minutes in self-doubting misery before trying to distract myself with the view. I want this island—and everyone on it—to be safe. When I retired here, I made promises, promises that I’d be a civilian. To other people, and to myself. But it’s hard. Very, very hard, not to pull Nathan or Jaydyn into a dark room and convince them to tell the truth.

Because here’s the thing: the world we see out our door every day—the nice restaurants, the smiling families, the traffic rules, the bylaws—isn't real. What's real is all the evil swirling underneath that façade. Every December, I choose to believe in the happiness and joy that can exist in the world and in the wonder of Christmas. For a time, I focus on a snow globe of my own making, with loved ones who are safe and warm and indulging in parties and sugar-laden treats. It’s sort of like temporary insanity, but with more glitter. And that’s why I snap on my skis and head into town.

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