Fall From Grace by Judith A. Boss

Author:Judith A. Boss [Boss, Judith A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, historical, mystery, amateur sleuth
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Zoe removed the journal and hung up her damp jacket in the back hall. Yoda was waiting at the top of the stairs, his tail wagging and his squirrel tug toy in his mouth. He nudged Zoe at the back of her heels as he followed her eagerly into her room.

“Stop it, Yoda,” she said sharply. Yoda dropped the toy and, letting out a heavy sigh, flopped down on the floor beside the bed.

Zoe sat on her bed and opened the journal to the next entry. It was several pages long and simply dated “early June” as though the days no longer had any special meaning for Grace. It read:

What a day! I’m writing this down just as it happened so some day when I’m gone and the world reads this they’ll know what a noble deed I’ve done—My opus magnum!! But for now I must keep my secret to myself.

Zoe paused. Secret? What kind of secret? And what did Grace mean by “when I’m gone”? Did she think that someone was trying to kill her? And what was an “opus magnum”? Was it some kind of gun that Grace kept to protect herself? Zoe had not bought the story that Grace had died of an old brain injury. Zoe felt certain now that the police—especially Detective Tasca who had it in for Grace—were hiding something and there was some sort of a cover-up going on. Zoe was determined to get to the bottom of it. She continued reading.

When I got home this evening, Yoda was whimpering at the door. Being the soft touch that I am, I decided to take the annoying little creature for a walk. Besides, I had another one of those killer headaches coming on and the outdoor air helps clear my head. Before I knew it, I was on the corner across from Kitty Van Zandt’s house.

When I crossed the street to get a better look, I spotted that homeless bum—the one who hangs out near Garcia’s Grocery. He was heading up the driveway that runs off the side street by her house—or I guess to be more accurate I should say what used to be her house!! Ha-ha! Anyway, at the time I didn’t think anything of it. It was a beautiful evening so I took Yoda for a walk around the park near the Armory. When I returned, I saw the same man coming back down the driveway. He turned and glanced warily at me, and headed down the street in the opposite direction. I wondered if he might be that good-for-nothing grandson Lynda had mentioned at lunch the other day.

Naturally, my curiosity was piqued. After checking to make sure no one was watching, I cut through an opening in the hedge. The porch light was on and the back door was slightly open so I pushed it open and stepped into the kitchen. A half-drunk glass of milk and a dirty blue willow plate sat on a chipped enamel table. Yoda immediately busied himself licking up old bits of food ground into the cracked linoleum.

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