Megan Montaigne 03: The Caramel Crow by Pam Stucky

Author:Pam Stucky [Stucky, Pam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wishing Rock Press
Published: 2019-05-19T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MEGAN STEPPED OUTSIDE the pub and took a deep breath of the crisp fall air. The few deciduous trees had started to turn; the nights were starting to get cooler even as the days were still warm. The sun sparkled on the town. Down at the river, she knew the sunlight would be dancing on the water, almost blinding at times.

“That’s where I’d be,” Megan said to the street. If she weren’t a resident, and if she didn’t have a car, she’d be somewhere down by the river or at the falls. Mostly because the library was closed today and there wasn’t much else to do without a car to get you out of town. Emerson Falls, she thought, was a great place to live, but maybe less exciting to visit. But she wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

The brightness of the day buoyed her step as she rushed down the road toward the library. Her plan, as she created it on the fly, was to walk the riverfront trail from its start at the library, up to the falls, trace the nature trail route at the falls, and then return to the library, crossing her fingers the whole time that she might meet one of her suspects along the way.

She passed Lily’s B&B on her route and slowed to a crawl as she went by, peering into windows as best she could without being conspicuous. She knew the accommodations were full, but several cars were gone for the day, probably out sightseeing. Looking over her shoulder, she traipsed through the grounds of the B&B, just in case Simon or the Levines might be outside soaking in the sunshine. But the yard was quiet, its chairs and tables empty. The only sounds were the birds, chirping and calling out to her.

“Do you know where anyone went?” Megan asked softly, looking up to the sky.

The birds did not reply.

“Really not helpful, birds,” she whispered. These birds were not Cinderella’s birds, apparently, and she was not Cinderella.

Megan continued down the road, gravel crunching under her feet. She ran upstairs at the library to grab a day bag and a bottle of water, and then headed outside again along the riverside trail.

The trail was quiet, peaceful, and Megan ambled slowly, enjoying the day. The river was running end-of-summer low; mid-stream boulders that were underwater in the height of the river flow were now peeking above the surface. Megan loved to watch the way the river changed through the seasons. Always different, even while always the same.

The calm of the day lulled Megan into an almost meditative state. But just before she reached Addie’s Park, Megan stopped abruptly and gasped. There, on the trail, strolling along with its black tufted ears and distinctive stubby tail, was a lynx. Megan stood as still as possible, watching in awe. She knew there were Canada lynx in the area, but she’d never actually seen one. What had brought this one out into the open? It didn’t look like it was hungry; in fact, it seemed quite fluffy and healthy.

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