Secrets for Sale by Jerri Kay Lincoln

Author:Jerri Kay Lincoln [Lincoln, Jerri Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery, Women Sleuths
Publisher: Ralston Store Publishing
Published: 2019-12-11T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

A BLANKET OF snow covered the ground when I let Bingo out in the morning, and the white stuff was still falling down, softly but steadily. Bingo ran around outside like a mad dog, snapping at the falling white flakes and kicking up his heels. Billy beckoned me back to bed for a quick cuddle. And I do mean quick, because he always left the house before me and Aiden.

Five minutes later, Bingo scratched at the door to come in. Snow covered his back and face, so Billy jumped up to retrieve a towel from the bathroom. After I dried Bingo off, I got dressed, woke Aiden, and began preparing breakfast, just as Billy filled his thermos with hot coffee and ran out the door.

Aiden ate his usual cereal and juice with pulp. I had offered him eggs or oatmeal dozens of times, and he always refused. Although I wouldn’t let him eat the sugary cereals, he seemed to gravitate toward the more healthy ones, anyway. The only different breakfast he had was on Sundays when we all ate pancakes. Today I had oatmeal. I usually switched off between oatmeal and eggs, though once in a while I would have cereal along with Aiden.

We got dressed, got ready to leave, packed everything up, and ran to the car. Snow was still falling down, though lighter than before. Without even asking Aiden if he wanted me to drive him to school, I parked in the back of the historical society, and Aiden and I got out of the car. Bingo would stay inside until I returned.

Knowing Aiden always wanted to walk to school in the snow, I had worn my snow boots and somehow forgotten my heels at home. They were important to me, but right then, I thought about the trek to school in the wet snow. It didn’t snow often in the mountains of Arizona, but when it did, we always walked. Aiden loved it so much that I started enjoying the walk, too, so it was no hardship for me.

When we arrived at school, I kissed him goodbye, waved to Pamela the principal, who stood outside snow or shine greeting the kids and their parents, and I walked as fast as my fat little legs could carry me back to my car. I let Bingo out, hurried into the historical society, brushed the snow off my coat, and stamped my feet to get the snow off my boots. Maybe later I would return home to get my heels. Right now, though, the snow boots were perfect.

Petra was already sitting at her desk, studying. That wasn’t unusual, but I took a double take. She wore the same clothes as yesterday. “Hi, Petra,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Petra dressed weird, but she had never done that before.

“Don’t even say it, Lorry. I worked late, fell asleep at my desk, end of story.” All that without even turning toward me. Then she added, “End. From the old English, finish, destroy, die.

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