Echoes among the Stones by Jaime Jo Wright

Author:Jaime Jo Wright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense;Murder—­Investigation—­Fiction;Mystery fiction;Suspense fiction;FIC042060;FIC042120;FIC027110
ISBN: 9781493421664
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2019-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Imogene was exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that made a person ache clear down to the soles of her feet. She leaned back against the bus seat, not bothering to look out the window at the powder plant she was leaving behind for the day. She should quit. Return to the beauty salon and do what she was born to do, instead of thinking she was going to stumble across a connection to Hazel. Across an explanation that her sister’s premature death came by the hand of a vile human being who slipped in and out among the throngs of workers Imogene served every day. She’d had no more cryptic notes or bodily collisions with anyone. No more clues. No more . . . anything.

“Have you seen the post office? All that destruction. It’s so awful.” Ida shifted in her seat next to Imogene.

Imogene nodded. “Yes. My brother won’t say a thing about it. I keep asking him if he’s got any suspects to take the blame for the explosion, but he keeps telling me to stop meddling.”

Ida gave a gentle chuckle. “He’s protective of you.”

Imogene rolled her eyes. “No. He’s preoccupied and distracted from my sister’s murder, that’s what.” Her bitterness was growing. Slowly but surely, Imogene could feel it seeping into her bones. The police, Chet, even her parents were moving on. Moving on? Hazel was barely buried in the earth—in that pathetic cheap little plot sandwiched between two graves of people they didn’t even know.

“Have you—have you been to see her?” Ida’s question was hesitant, but Imogene offered her an expression of gratitude for asking straight out and not pretending that Hazel wasn’t dead.

“I have.” Imogene nodded. She didn’t expound on the fact that while her seeing Hazel had to do with visiting her grave, she also heard Hazel. In her head. During the quiet times when she could interact, and they could work toward justice together.

“I have too.”

Imogene started at Ida’s confession. She smiled sadly. “You have?”

Ida played with the straps of her purse. “I know Hazel and I weren’t very close, but she was always kind to me. It took me a bit to find her grave, though.” A question lingered in Ida’s voice, but Imogene knew Ida was far too polite to ask it.

“We needed something affordable,” Imogene offered, though it wasn’t any of Ida’s business, and Momma would probably have her hide for admitting it out loud.

“Don’t you have a family section?” Ida inquired. Then her gloved hand rose and touched her lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Imogene didn’t care really. It was nice to have an honest conversation with someone other than Lola. Ollie’s intentions were—well, who knew what they were outside of butting into her private affairs. Her stomach curdled at the thought, and she fought back the sensation. Chet had refused to have a conversation with her about Hazel’s case. He said he didn’t want her snooping around and asking questions of others either, that it wasn’t safe. Meanwhile, her brother Ivan remained his sullen, loner self, becoming more so as time went on.

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