The Devil's Puzzle by Clare O'donohue

Author:Clare O'donohue
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780452297371
Publisher: Plume
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

The next morning I headed to Jitters for coffee and to start my search for Glad. It didn’t make sense that she would vandalize John Archer’s grave, but there was no denying that it had been her car that nearly crashed into mine in the middle of the night.

Glad wasn’t at Jitters, but two cups of coffee and a chocolate doughnut were there waiting for me. Along with Molly.

“This seems like a great place to hang out,” she said when she saw me.

“It is.” I waved to Carrie. “I think everyone in town comes here at one point or another.”

“That’s why I’m here. So I can talk to people.”

“About Winston? Molly, most of the people in town didn’t even know him. And those who did don’t want to be interrogated over their morning coffee.”

“What are my options? It’s not like Jesse is giving me addresses of any of his suspects. I have to start somewhere.”

Carrie saw me finishing my second cup of coffee and came over with a full pot. “I’ll give you a refill if you tell me what happened at the cemetery last night.”

“Someone threw red paint on John Archer’s grave,” I told her. “I think Jesse is there now, trying to figure out which high school kid was in the mood to pull a prank.”

“One of my customers said it probably was Mary Shipman’s doing, but it won’t be investigated because she’s Glad’s sister,” Carrie said. “Personally, I think it’s tied into the murder.”

“Of my uncle?” Molly asked.

Carrie jumped at the statement. “Your who?”

“Her great-uncle was Winston Roemer,” I explained. “She’s here to solve his murder.”

“Oh, well,” Carrie stammered. She looked toward me with a puzzled expression. “Does Jesse know about this?”

“He knows, and so far he’s all for it,” I said.

“Who is Mary Shipman?” Molly asked. “Can we talk to her?”

“Who’s talking, and what about?” Natalie had snuck up behind me and nearly got a cupful of coffee on her T-shirt for startling me.

I didn’t want to admit it, but Molly had a point. Everyone kept talking about Mary Shipman, but so far no one had talked to her. Maybe she knew something, and there was only one way to find out.

“I’ll tell you about it on the way to Mary Shipman’s house,” I said to Natalie.

“Really? Cool. But you have to drive. I can’t fit behind the wheel anymore.” She patted her alarmingly large belly.

“When are you due again?”

“July 26th.”

“Are you having twins?”

“Actually, I’m having one regular-size baby and about thirty pounds of fat.” She eyed what was left of my doughnut. “What’s one more pound?” she asked as she grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth.

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