A Harvest Of Murder by Carolyn Q Hunter

Author:Carolyn Q Hunter [Hunter, Carolyn Q]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2018-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

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The rain hadn’t let up since it started. If anything, it was coming down harder than before. The gutters were like rivers with water gushing down them in waves that looked like they could support a surfboard.

“This looks bad,” Carla commented, leaning to look out the driver’s side window.

“As long as we don’t drive through any deep puddles, we should be fine,” Bert said as she pulled the car up as close as humanly possible to the museum. Luckily, since most people had opted to stay home due to the storm, there were a vast number of open parking spaces to choose from along the street. Shutting the car off, Bert grabbed her umbrella from the back seat. “Come on. Let’s hope Sybil is in. If anyone knows somebody that might want to steal those pieces, it’s her.”

“She is probably the one who thought it was Karol and turned the police onto her.”

“Perhaps,” Bert agreed, opening her door. When Sybil had mentioned earlier that she knew who might be behind it, Bert had an inkling that she was talking about Karol.

Unfurling the umbrella, Bert ran around to the other side of the car, so Carla could get under it with her. Quickly, the two women ran up the steps to the museum where they found the door locked.

“I knew it would be locked. Why would they be open? Not only is the fair this weekend but now the director is dead.”

“Let’s try knocking,” Bert suggested, making a tight fist and rapping on the glass. She hoped it was loud enough to be heard.

When no one responded, she knocked again.

Soon, she could see the dark outline of a figure moving around inside. A moment later, the door opened. “We’re closed.”

“Sybil, it’s Bertha Hannah from Pies and Pages,” she called out. Digging into her purse, she pulled out the book that Sybil had given her the day before and had gone untouched. “I wanted to talk to you about your book.”

Despite the raw redness around her eyes, a hint of interest—and maybe even excitement—seemed to twinkle there in her gaze. “Oh, of course. Please, come in out of the rain.”

“Thanks,” Bert said, stepping in and folding the umbrella down to shake it off. “It is very wet out there.”

“Yes, in some ways I suppose not having the fair today isn’t so bad,” she said, trying to stay on the lighter side of things. She motioned toward a door off to the side of the lobby. “Let’s go to my office.”

“We will. This is my friend, Carla, by the way. She just happened to be with me.”

“That’s quite all right. The more the merrier. I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.”

“I could definitely use another cup,” Carla said as they followed her into the office space. The room had two desks. One was situated near the front window, looking out on the slanted rainy street. The other sat near a door across the room. This was the desk Sybil sat at.

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