Knit, Purl, Die by Anne Canadeo

Knit, Purl, Die by Anne Canadeo

Author:Anne Canadeo [Canadeo, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Knitters (Persons), Police Procedural, Mystery Fiction, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 141659812X
Google: 41V7Lf8CSbIC
Amazon: B006J3WAPA
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2010-01-02T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Nine

Lucy was right. That’s exactly what Suzanne did say after her friends filled her in on the story Thursday night, when they gathered for their weekly meeting.

It was Maggie’s turn to host, and they met at the shop at seven o’clock. Phoebe had a class but planned on joining them later. A wave of warm, muggy weather had followed Monday’s showers and they decided to sit out on the porch to catch a breeze off the harbor.

There was a round wrought-iron table just left of the front door with several chairs around it and Maggie had set out the dinner she’d made for them, a Greek salad with grilled chicken. Paired with crisp pinot grigrio, a dish of hummus, and some pita bread crisps, it was a perfect light supper on a summer night.

Though it was still light out at 7:00, Maggie had set out several candles and glass lanterns. There was also an antique light fixture hanging over the table, so there would be enough light to knit. Maggie hadn’t turned that lamp on yet, preferring to have the group enjoy their dinner in the twilight.

“Wow, my brain is still reeling.” Suzanne sat back, staring at Maggie and Dana as they finished filling her in. Maggie related Jamie’s various travails with the estate and the thugs who had nearly broke his thumb. Dana told her about Gloria’s relationship with Mike Novak. “I sure missed a lot eating lunch at my desk on Tuesday.”

“That will teach you,” Lucy told her.

“I’ve learned my lesson, believe me.” Suzanne looked around at the others. “Let’s have a quick show of hands. Who thinks Gloria’s late-night visitor—and probably the last person to see her alive on this earth—was her old flame, the sly-looking, silver-sideburned attorney?”

Suzanne raised her hand. Lucy did, too.

Dana said, “I abstain.”

Maggie said, “I vote … we just don’t know.”

“Too bad I washed those wineglasses.” Suzanne sighed. “Fingerprints would have nailed it, even for the police in this town. Who knows if the police even took fingerprints around the house? I mean, they thought it was an accident.”

“Well … the only way to find that out is to either wait for the report or ask Detective Walsh. Who wants to call him?” Dana challenged her friends.

“Not me. I’ve had enough of that man for a lifetime.” Maggie waved off the suggestion, sitting back in her chair.

Lucy could understand her reaction to the mere mention of the deadpan detective’s name. All of Maggie’s friends could.

He’d practically arrested Maggie for the murder of Amanda Goran, a rival knitting shop owner who’d been found dead in her shop back in early March. Of course, Maggie had not been the killer, but once Detective Walsh had zeroed in, he did seem to have tunnel vision.

Was that the problem here? Once he’d decided that Gloria had died of natural causes he’d overlooked crucial evidence?

And where exactly was this line of logic going?

“Wait … what are we saying here?” Lucy asked her friends.

“Do you really think Mike



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