Killer Winter by Kay Bigelow

Author:Kay Bigelow [Bigelow, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635551785
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2018-01-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Leah returned to the van and got into the passenger seat. Peony and Mrs. Martin were in the second row of seats. Cots asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Head out,” she told Cots, who’d kept the van running.

Leah glanced back at Mrs. Martin. She looked afraid to move, afraid to talk. Her breathing was rapid. Leah hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts about leaving her husband. But when she looked at Leah, the steel in her eyes was clear.

“Can you teach me to do that?” Mrs. Martin asked in a small voice.

“You won’t need to know how to do that, Mrs. Martin. Not after today.” Leah gave her a quick smile and hoped like hell she wouldn’t go back to the bastard.

Leah directed Cots to a house on the other side of the city. While they were on their way, she could hear Peony talking quietly with Mrs. Martin. The kid was a really good interviewer. She had the right combination of hard questions and a sympathetic tone that would elicit responses.

At the women’s shelter, Peony got out with Mrs. Martin and went with her into the house.

“You heard?” Leah asked, suddenly exhausted.

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t do more than break his ‘node,’” Cots said.

“I wanted to. But he’s not worth the hassle. I’m just glad we got her out of there.”

It took Peony a half hour to get Mrs. Martin checked into the shelter and settled in her room, but there was no conversation to be had in the van, and Leah was too tired to try. By the time Peony returned, it had begun to snow as the promised storm system moved in over the city. As they neared the condo, Cots pulled into the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery store, Mario’s Bodega.

“I’ll only be a few minutes. I need to restock. The weather reports are saying we could be stuck inside for a few days.”

Peony was busy making notes on her computer.

At last, we’ve got a lead. We’ll have to wait until after the storm to interview the other parents, but we can put a few other things in motion in the meantime. When Leah’s phone vibrated in her pocket, it startled her. She pulled it from her pocket and checked to see who was calling. It was Quinn. She hit the reject button; she had nothing to say to her.

It actually took Cots twenty minutes to return. Leah watched as the snow came down quicker and the large fluffy snowflakes became smaller and denser. This is going to be a nasty storm if it hangs around. She knew they weren’t going to go out in this blizzard unless they absolutely had to.

“It’s like a zoo in there,” Cots said when he returned. “The shelves are nearly empty. Mario can’t decide whether to be happy or sad. But I was able to get what we needed.” Cots put the bags of groceries in the van beside Peony.

As he climbed into the driver’s seat, Leah asked,

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