Poisoned Primrose (Motts Cold Case Mystery Book 1) by Dahlia Donovan

Author:Dahlia Donovan [Donovan, Dahlia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tangled Tree Publishing
Published: 2020-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

By the end of the day, Motts discovered Marnie hadn’t managed to keep the secret. She was stirring up hot chocolate on the stove when someone knocked on the door. The app on her phone told her Detective Inspector Herceg stood waiting for her.

“You poked the bear.”

“I haven’t poked any bears. I have all of my fingers.” Motts wriggled said digits at him. She welcomed him into the house. “Want some hot chocolate? My dad’s recipe. It’s a magical potion worthy of Harry Potter.”

“How can I say no?” He followed her down the hall into the kitchen, sitting in one of the chairs by the table and making it creak. “Why don’t you tell me about your adventures yesterday? The ones not involving poking any bears—even Innis Walters-shaped ones.”

Motts poured hot chocolate into two mugs and set one in front of Teo. She sat across from him, stirring the spoon around nervously. “You might be bored.”

“I doubt it.”

She smiled down at her mug. “I ran into Danny.”

“On purpose?”

“I didn’t run him over.” Motts went on to explain her brief conversation with Danny. Teo seemed particularly interested in his mentioning of Rhona and Innis’s contentious relationship. “And I don’t believe he killed her.”

“Oh?” He bent forward with his elbows on the table. “Aside from his alibi?”

Motts found it easier to stare at her mug than to meet Teo’s intense gaze. “Even without the alibi, Danny might be an impulsive, window-peeping prat. He wouldn’t have killed her. His devastation at her death seemed too tangibly real. Tangible tangent trembling.”

“Not the best alliteration I’ve heard from you.” Teo grabbed the notebook from his jacket pocket. “Did Danny have anything else to say?”

“Other than that?” She hesitated. “I went by a charity shop and spoke to Noel Watson. He had an intense overreaction to my mentioning Rhona’s name.”

“Did he?”

“And he owned a bracelet similar to the one found in the chest in my garden.” Motts glanced up when his pen stopped moving. “I didn’t intend to investigate. It’s just—unanswered questions bother me so much. I had to know if the bracelet was his.”

“He shouted at you.” Teo fixated on one part of her story. “Because you asked if he knew Rhona? Someone who’d lived local, gone to school with him, and he’d obviously have known even if just by name.”

“Yes.”

“And he shouted at you?”

“I said yes.” Motts didn’t know why he kept repeating it. She decided to brush it off as a weird non-autistic thing. “Did they figure out how she died?”

He closed his notebook and rested his pen on top. “I can’t give you any details. I will say they found no evidence of physical trauma.”

No evidence of physical trauma.

What did he mean?

Had Rhona died from suffocation or poison or something that hadn’t damaged her bones?

“Did they test the flowers in the chest?”

“Foxglove.”

Motts sat up quickly, and her arm almost knocked over the hot chocolate. “Foxglove? Isn’t it poisonous?”

“Motts.” Teo had resumed his serious detective inspector frowning persona. He finished up his hot chocolate and got to his feet.

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