Twisted Minds by Jody Valley

Author:Jody Valley [Valley, Jody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594937729
Google: DOoZswEACAAJ
Amazon: B01D50D09Y
Barnesnoble: B01D50D09Y
Goodreads: 25986750
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2016-02-23T03:00:00+00:00

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Lakota stuck her head out the window while Kera drove the Jeep toward Lansing. She couldn’t stop wondering who would have told Brown about the insurance policies. It was one thing that it was no secret, another to have someone tip off Brown. She made a mental note to get Erin to tell her everyone she knew who might have that information. Definitely something to check out.

She planned to visit Victoria to find out if she’d told her husband about her former life. But first, she’d decided to visit Lizzy and Harold, the elderly couple from the motel. Lizzy hadn’t called her with anything new, but in Kera’s experience, it oftentimes took a personal visit to get people thinking and remembering things. Lizzy and Harold lived in the small town of Potterville, close to Lansing. She’d called Millie Mason at the motel before she’d left Lakeside City, and after some convincing, Millie gave her Lizzy’s address. Millie did seem a bit disappointed when Kera let her know that the elderly couple was actually married.

Kera’s GPS took her to a white bungalow in a well-kept working-class neighborhood.

Lizzy opened the door. A big smile spread across her face when she saw Kera. “Hello, oh I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name. But I remember that you’re that detective woman.”

“Right, and it’s Kera. I hope I’m not interrupting—”

“No, no, you come on in.” Lizzy glanced past Kera, out at the Jeep. “Now you go get that dog of yours and bring her in with you.”

When Kera whistled, Lakota jumped through the window and bounded up to the porch and through the open door.

“I’m baking cookies for my great-grandchildren, and two great-great-grandchildren.”

Lizzy wore a granny-type housedress covered by a yellow and white checked baker’s apron; instead of lace stockings, she wore regular hose and support shoes. Her hair was pulled back up into a bun, no makeup, no adornments. Kera tried to reconcile the two images, Lizzy the motel siren and Lizzy the great-granny in an apron, home in the kitchen baking cookies. Holding those two contrasting pictures in her mind at the same moment was like watching two different genre movies that had been accidently combined and poorly spliced.

“Thank you, Lizzy, this won’t take long. I just have a few questions for you.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I enjoy company and I just got done putting in my second pan of oatmeal cookies. My first batch is cooling. They’ll be ready to sample very soon. Would you and your dog like to have some tea and cookies with me? Well,” Lizzy reconsidered, “the dog would probably prefer a dish of water to a cup of tea.” She chuckled as she led them back toward the kitchen.

“That sounds great, Lizzy.” Kera’s mouth watered as she followed the old woman.

“I hope you don’t mind if we sit in here to take our tea. I need to keep an eye on my cookies. If I don’t, I’ll forget them and they’ll burn on me.”

“No problem.” Kera sat down at the white metal kitchen table adorned with squiggly black designs.

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