The Westport Mysteries Boxed Set by Beth Prentice

Author:Beth Prentice [Prentice, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780648130673
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

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It only felt like a few minutes between Riley dialing his phone and the police and the television cameras pulling up, but in reality it had been closer to twenty. Riley took this time to move Molly and myself back into the kitchen, and gave us both a hot cup of coffee.

Even though the outside temperature still hovered in the high thirties, the hot coffee calmed the shaking that took hold of my body. It had been a good few months since I had shaken like this.

You see, at the time I bought the house, the purchase contract had omitted a few extras I apparently got for free. Like the cat, the hidden engagement ring, and the stalker. The stalker was the cause of most of my anxiety and shaking. And of course, the nightmares that followed the day he had caught up with me, but…that’s a whole other story.

Right now, I sat curled in the crook of Riley’s arms and held my coffee close, feeling the heat from both seep into me. Molly had settled for cuddling Harper. Not a bad second choice, I thought.

The television cameras were set up in my garden and followed every movement of the police from a distance. I was unsure how they had gotten here so quickly, but maybe they listened to police scanners…or maybe my neighbor Hazel had alerted them. I had noticed her peering through her window as Riley stood in the hole that Harper had dug, her ears flapping with every sound.

She’d since moved closer, suddenly needing to do some late afternoon gardening, right next to the fence we shared. Honestly, we didn’t need the six o’clock news. Once she had hold of the story the whole town would know about it.

I heard voices coming from the back deck and Riley went to investigate.

“Oh, hi. Are you the owner of the house?” asked a male voice.

“Kind of,” answered Riley. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, um…well…um, I was hoping to speak to the owner of the house. I’m Matt. Matt Wilson. I’m a reporter with WTN news…”

“Sorry, we don’t have a comment at this time,” replied Riley, closing the door in Matt’s face. Molly sat up straight in her chair, her eyes a bit brighter than a few seconds before. She placed Harper on the floor and smoothed her dress.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Just a reporter.”

“I might get some fresh air,” she said, standing and running her fingers through her long curls in an attempt to straighten them.

I caught my reflection in the window and knew I needed more than my fingers to straighten my mess. The humidity had had its affect, and all I had was a mass of frizz.

I watched as she ran her fingertips under her lashes, removing the imaginary excess mascara. Like I said, Molly was perfect, even her make-up didn’t dare run. I watched her move to the back door and step into the chaos.

Walking to the window, I looked out at Molly talking to the reporter.

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