Hidden Secrets (Blackmoore Sisters Cozy Mysteries Book 9) by Leighann Dobbs

Author:Leighann Dobbs
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-01-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

They reached Dharma Yoga Studio just as Harriett’s class let out. The studio itself was a squat cinder-block building with colorful lotus flowers and Hindu symbols painted on the exterior and a large LED sign out front. The parking lot beside the place was filled with various white-haired ladies in all manner of yoga pants and T-shirts peeking out from beneath their winter coats, some holding their rolled-up mats beneath their arms, all sloshing through the fresh snow that had fallen during the night.

“There she is,” Celeste said from the front seat of Jolene’s SUV, pointing toward a tall, thin woman with buzz-cut gray hair and a peace symbol emblazoned across the front of her heather-gray top beneath her waist-length bright-pink parka. On the bottom she wore black yoga pants that highlighted her toned legs and the shaggy black fur of her UGG boots. The woman had to be in her late sixties if she was a day, but she looked fit enough to join the Navy SEALs.

Morgan got out of the car and waited for her sisters near the front of the vehicle. The sky above was perfectly blue today, and the wind had died down a bit, making it seem a bit less like the north pole, even if the temperatures were still subzero. Together, she and her sisters approached Harriett Fletcher. She was loading yoga mats and towels into the back of her Subaru.

“Harriett?” Celeste said. “I’m glad we caught you. We were hoping we could talk to you about the church bake sale.”

The woman turned to face the three sisters, her skin tanned and her blue eyes sharp with interest. “Anything for you, Celeste. Missed seeing you in the hot yoga classes last week.”

“Yes, well, I’ve been busy.” Celeste gestured toward Morgan and Jolene. “These are my sisters.”

Once introductions were made, Jolene got down to business. “We were wondering if you remember seeing Alma Myers or Benedict Donovan at the bake sale.”

“Oh, sure. Yep. They were there together, in fact. Alma makes the best cinnamon coffee cake around,” Harriett said, slamming the trunk of her SUV. “Can’t forget something that good. Seriously. It’s to die for. I don’t go out of my way looking for carbs these days, but that’s one food I make an exception for. She sells out every year. Plus, the way she packages them is so cute—all those perfectly matching parcels wrapped in pink cellophane with a tiny bow on top. She’s so meticulous about wrapping them, all exactly alike. Makes a great display.”

“Wow. Sounds like she goes all out,” Morgan said. “Do you happen to remember exactly what time you saw them that day?”

“Oh, gosh. I was so busy trying to keep everything organized and running smoothly.” Harriett frowned and pursed her lips. “Sorry, no. The bake sale is always super busy and chaotic. I know I saw them right when the sales started, so that would have been a bit after noon. And she was there when I made a second round about an hour later.

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