The Ice Storm Murders by Virginia Winters

Author:Virginia Winters [Winters, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: From The River Publishing
Published: 2019-11-04T22:00:00+00:00

By lunchtime, Anne had searched the freezer and found enough food for several meals. The cook must be a baker, she thought, counting the loaves of bread, cakes, cookies and pies stacked on one side and on the other, packages of simple-to-cook meats, like steaks and chops and casseroles of chicken and ground beef.

The bread thawed quickly in the warming oven of the wood stove. The eggs, perishable and a health risk if left too long out of the fridge, she carried to the cold room. She made egg salad and put together sandwiches. Those and pickles and spiced olives would do for lunch. She set the table and rang the dinner bell.

Thomas burst through the swinging doors. "Are you all right?"

"Lunchtime."

He wrapped his arms around her. "You do scare me."

Before he said more, others arrived, and they sat, mostly in silence. Carmel ate a corner of a sandwich and drank water.

Mike wolfed down three sandwiches, three cups of coffee and two generous slices of cake. Eloise chattered away as she fed the children, but the others sat in silence.

Anne carried a tray of sandwiches and coffee over to Brad and Andrea, who huddled near the stove. Andrea's bony fingers encircled her wrist, like a snare of twigs. Why so bony when the rest of her was well-padded? Anne pried her arm loose. "What is it?"

"What are you going to do with me?" Andrea asked, her voice trembling and slurring her words.

"I wrapped your ankle."

"No, what will you tell the police?"

"We'll have to tell them everything that happened this weekend, but that will include why you thought you had to rescue Hamish. I don't think anything will happen to you."

Andrea's face crumpled into the easy tears of the drunk, and she clutched at Anne. Anne moved away from the grasping hand.

"Thank you, thank you."

"It's just the truth, Andrea."

Back at the table, David scowled into his lunch and rounded his hands into fists. "She shouldn't get off that easily."

Eloise patted his hand. "She isn't responsible, David."

David looked into the upturned face and smiled. He beams, Anne thought, as though he'd never seen her before. And maybe he hadn't. At least not that way.

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