Purrfect Alibi_A Hazel Hart Cozy Mystery Three by Louise Lynn

Author:Louise Lynn [Lynn, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

"Are you sure the Manor is still giving tours considering what happened this weekend?" Violet asked as they pulled up to the Rockwell Manor.

From the number of cars there, Hazel assumed they were. Or else, why had everybody shown up?

"I guess we’ll have to go in and see."

Sure enough, when they got there, the Manor was open to tourists. The guided tours ran every hour, and they were there right on time for the three o'clock.

Hazel paid for both of their tickets and they got in line on the porch. There were surveillance cameras at every entrance of the building, and she was surprised none of the footage showed Brandon’s killer. Or, if it did, no one knew that person was the killer.

She also noted the crime scene tape further in the garden and keep out signs posted close by. Still, it hadn’t kept people from showing up. It looked more like it had the opposite effect. Hazel couldn’t remember seeing that many cars here unless it was a wedding or another formal party.

"You think there are some clues around here?" Violet said, her eyes wide.

"I don't know," Hazel said truthfully. "It seems like a huge coincidence that two different teenagers died in two different dances at this Manor."

"Oh, right. Your sister said something about that girl that drowned."

Hazel nodded.

"Do you think they're related?" Violet whispered.

Hazel shrugged again. "It seems unlikely since they happened so far apart. The first one was an accident, but I don't know. Something about it bothers me."

"Your mom did say this place had bad energy."

Hazel couldn't help rolling her eyes at that. "My mom says a lot of things. Most of them completely unbelievable."

Violet laughed. "I don't know. Some of that stuff is kinda neat. She did say that if I wanted a spirit board, I'd have to be trained properly first though. What does that entail?"

"I don't know, and I hope to never find out," Hazel said. She assumed it entailed an overabundance of sage and too many candles for her to be comfortable.

To her surprise, the tour was given by Tyson Bridger himself and not one of the lowly tour guides.

He smiled at the overflowing group, the same thin, condescending smile Hazel remembered from the night of the dance. "It seems that many of the people working last Friday are off speaking with the police. Which means we’re short staffed. I'm sure you heard about the tragedy that occurred here the other night. We are carrying on the tours as usual, even if I, the owner, have to give them."

He didn’t say what the tragedy was, and Hazel wondered why.

The tour began the way she remembered as a child. Tyson led them through the great Manor’s parlor, dining room, sitting room, and the study, and explained the history of the house.

Mr. Rockwell was the mining magnate who got rich during the Gold Rush and was one of the first to build a summerhouse at Lake Celeste. It was a sprawling mansion and the entire grounds were more than fifty acres of lakefront property.

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