Honeymoon Hearsay by Molly Fitz

Author:Molly Fitz [Fitz, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whiskered Mysteries

13

Charles remained in the bathroom for a worryingly long time. At one point, I even got up to check if he’d somehow gotten locked in again, but he assured me—through a tightly shut door—that he was fine and would be out soon.

I tried not to worry, but this was odd behavior for my new husband. Another hour passed before he finally returned to our room, looking absolutely worse for wear.

“I think someone poisoned me,” he whispered cautiously.

“Poisoned!” I couldn’t help but shout.

“Shhh,” he warned, putting a finger to his lips to emphasize the point. “We don’t know who’s listening. And poison might be too strong a word, but I do suspect there were laxatives mixed in with the potatoes. You’re fine, right?”

“Fit as a fiddle.” I spun around with my arms in the air to give him a look at me from all angles, then dropped my arms and frowned. “But do you really think someone slipped you something? That’s awful.”

He held his stomach and dropped onto the foot of the bed so as not to disturb Charlene who was sleeping near the headboard. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Someone’s definitely out to get me.”

I lay across the middle of the bed between the two of them, turning onto my side to face Charles. A theory was forming in my head.

“Maybe not you specifically,” I said, giving that a second to sink in. “If they slipped something into the potatoes, they could have meant to get the both of us. Same with the stairs. They had no way of knowing you’d be first down in the morning. And the room, that could have just as easily been me—or both of us—inside.”

Charles thought about this for a moment. “So someone’s out to get us. They just keep getting me specifically. But why would anyone even want to? We just arrived last night, and nobody knows us here.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, and I have no guesses at all. We do, however, have a fairly limited pool of suspects.”

“Madame Blue, Billy, the rainbow-haired girl—”

“Blaire,” I provided.

“Right, Blaire, and that older couple who nabbed our room right out from under us.” His expression turned sour. “My money’s on them.”

“The Mackenzies are pretty unpleasant—I’ll give you that—but our culprit could really be anyone here. Blaire’s made it no secret she doesn’t care for me. But it’s Billy and Madame Blue who have the best access to everything. Let’s assume the stairs were an honest-to-goodness accident. Someone still had to purposely lock you in and lace the potatoes with laxatives.”

Charles’s eyes lit with understanding. “Madame Blue is the one who prepared the food, which makes her our most likely suspect.”

“Maybe, but maybe not. When the lights went out during dinner, she called for Billy to help with the candles, but Billy wasn’t there.” I just now realized Charles hadn’t been there with me during that ill-fated supper. He didn’t have all the same firsthand information I did, and I hadn’t thought to share these details last night, assuming they were simply minor caveats.

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