Hijinks and Homicide (A Myrtle Lake Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2021-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Carla left the soup to simmer on the stove top and put on the news. Nothing was mentioned about Myrtle Lake’s murder. Of course, Boston had its own crime to report about. Nobody paid much attention to what happened out here in the boonies. Light rain blew in the wind, pattering the cottage windows. Charlie, Robbie, Jarvis (and Pequod) were out in the weather. Well, there was plenty of chicken and rice soup. Hopefully the mynah wouldn’t take offense.

Robbie’s big off-road SUV pulled in the driveway after the weather report. Charlie led them in. “Well, that sucked,” she said.

“I’ve got soup on if you want to stay,” Carla said.

Robbie rubbed red hands together. “Y’know, a wee dram of something might take the chill off the bones.”

“You know where I keep the wee drams, Robbie. Help yourself,” Carla said.

Charlie took off her shoes and looked around the cottage. Looking for Saylor, Carla thought. Well, for the time being, she could keep looking. Speaking of which...

“Are you still going to the drive in with Simon?”

Charlie shook rain out of her red locks. “In this rain?”

Robbie poured himself a finger of whiskey. At Charlie’s words, he shook his head and made it a double.

“We saw the tree,” Charlie went on, changing the subject. “It was chopped up on both sides of the road. I guess Public Works will haul it out eventually.”

“What about the man who attacked Glynnis?” Carla got up from the couch and moved into the kitchen. She stacked bowls on the counter. “Any sign of him?”

“Lots of tracks on the paths,” Jarvis said. “I guess people have been out, looking for the ghost lights. We found her basket.”

“I’ll drop it off to her on the way home,” Robbie said.

“Nothing to explain why a woman would get attacked on public land,” Jarvis said.

“Was she on public land?” Carla grabbed the ladle from its magnetic hanger and dished. “Maybe it was a disgruntled owner?”

“Shoving her down like that?” Robbie said.

“It’s public land, really just an extension from the state park to the west,” Jarvis said. “If it wasn’t for Myrtle Lake, it would be one big woods.”

“You all get washed up,” Carla said, bringing a platter with fresh-baked bread to the table. “I think I have some cantaloupe for Pequod.”

Once they were seated and digging in, Robbie said, “We did run into Jimmy Service while we were out there.”

The Service family owned a farm near the east woods, and had for generations. A large parcel of their land was sold to create Myrtle Lake Retirement Village. “I haven’t seen him in a while,” Carla said.

“He got an offer, just like the others,” Jarvis said. “Some out of town developer. Said he looked ’em up on the internet, but couldn’t find anything. Said he was tempted. Times have been tough. But he wasn’t selling to someone he didn’t know.”

“Don’t blame him there,” Robbie said.

Pequod jumped off Jarvis’ shoulder to nip at the slice of cantaloupe. “Ca’an trust nobody these days,” the bird said.

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