After Dinner Death by Kathryn de Winter

Author:Kathryn de Winter [Winter, Kathryn de]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Coast Publishing
Published: 2018-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

There was a knock at my door.

I looked up at the clock, and realized that I’d been at it for nearly three hours. My eyes were starting to hurt from all of the intense reading and scanning I was doing. I was in shock. I could feel my body completely frozen, but I had to look at this now while I had a chance.

I’d been considering the fact that whoever ransacked the room had been looking for this information, but then why would they have just left it there? Why hadn’t they told me or George, and what would they have wanted it for?

No, I was convinced that it was the ghosts who had done the ransacking, because they had wanted me to find this. They wanted me to know. Even more, I was sure that Martina wanted George to know.

“It’s me, George. I brought you some lunch.” I could smell the pasta primavera leftovers wafting through the door, and my stomach rumbled at it.

“Just a moment,” I said, while hurrying to hide all of the papers and the briefcase under my bed. I’d surrounded myself with them, and it took me a bit to gather them neatly. These papers were about my son, and I wouldn’t let them get ripped or otherwise ruined.

It all fit neatly under my bed, and I was thankful to the dust ruffle for covering up the evidence. “Come in,” I said, finally.

Much like last night, he looked like himself again today. Cutting back on drinking was the first step, and doing useful things was probably the second thing really helping. I saw that he was holding a plate of leftovers for me.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been extraordinary for a chef to feed you in your room. With his grieving status, it was even more wonderful.

With the knowledge that I was going to have to tell him that he has a grown son that he’d never known about because I hid it from him, the smile that had started slipped off my face.

“You didn’t come down for lunch,” he said. “I saw you cleaned my room, and I appreciate it. I know it was hard for you. Probably almost as hard as it would have been for me.” That was an overstatement, but I appreciated the fact that he recognized it wasn’t an easy task.

At least, it wouldn’t have been easy, but with the revelation I’d made it was that much worse. He must have read it on my face, because I saw the sympathy in his shining at me.

“Poor boy,” Eunice had appeared next to him, looking him over. “He’s a very broken boy, isn’t he?” She looked back at me quizzically.

I had to stop myself from answering her, realizing that if I did I would look crazy. Instead, I pursed my lips and nodded slightly, twitching my eyes slightly to indicate George, and then shaking my head, hoping she would get the message that now wasn’t a good time.

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