Renovation Spell by Amy Boyles

Author:Amy Boyles [Boyles, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LADYBUGBOOKS LLC
Published: 2020-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

“We thought that you’d stuffed Knight’s body in the barrel,” I explained.

Lynn’s eyes flared. She stared at me for a moment, looking completely confused that I would think such a thing.

“You’re kidding me.”

Malene shook her head. “You were doing some suspicious things today.”

Lynn flipped on the back porch light before stepping past us into the house. She turned around. “Well. Y’all coming?”

“Are you gonna call the police?” Malene asked.

Lynn shook her head. “No. I understand that y’all are just concerned about what happened to Knight. I’ll tell you everything that I know. Just come sit. I’ll put on a pot of coffee, too.”

“I’ll be up all night if I drink coffee this late,” Malene complained.

I nudged her with my elbow. “I think, under the circumstances, we should just do as she says.”

“Okay,” Malene grumbled.

We sat at the antique kitschy gold-flecked table while Lynn worked. She talked while she spooned grounds into the machine.

“I have a collection of dolls that I decided to store away. Knight always joked and called them cursed, so I was just going to put them in a barrel and place them in the basement.”

Malene drummed her fingers on the table. “What about the chemicals?”

“Oh, I bought the pool stuff for a friend who couldn’t find any, and the others are basic cleaning chemicals.”

I hiked a brow as if to say, See? I knew those chemicals didn’t seem to be the sort for destroying a dead body.

“Hmm,” was all Malene said.

Lynn finished filling the coffee machine, and she turned to us, resting her back against the counter’s ledge. “But I suppose y’all want to discuss Knight and my problems with him.”

“You did a lot of finger-pointing the other night,” I said.

Lynn snatched a box of Teddy Grahams from the counter and slowly started crunching on the little bear-shaped cookies, or crackers or whatever you want to call them. Graham crackers are called crackers, but they’re too sweet to be real crackers. They’re more the flavor of a cookie, so when graham is molded into a bear shape, I suppose that’s actually a cookie.

Perhaps I am overthinking this.

“We were arguing because way back in the day, I gave Knight a loan.” She gestured to her house. “I mean, I’m not rich. I need a new roof and goodness knows what else, but I still gave him what I could and never asked for a dime in return. Then Mama gives him a huge wad of cash, and he won’t pay me back anything that I did for him. Yes, I was mad.”

The coffee finished dripping, and Lynn poured three cups. She glided over and settled one in front of Malene and one in front of me.

“I would like cream,” Malene said.

“We’re all out.”

“How about sugar?”

“How about you broke into my house.”

Malene stopped talking and started sipping.

Lynn continued. “But I wasn’t mad enough to kill him, if that’s what happened. No one but you saw the knife, Clem. It must’ve either been the angle that we were standing at, or”—she eyed me skeptically—“the knife never existed in the first place.

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