Murder at the Ice Ball by Leighann Dobbs

Author:Leighann Dobbs [Dobbs, Leighann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I’m missing a delicious Sunday dinner for this, I’ll have you know,” Lyle grumbled as they strode together along the narrow street to Lord Annandale’s townhouse. Convincing him to accompany her to learn more about the murder investigation had been difficult, all the more so when his mother and siblings had tried to insist she stay for dinner with them instead. The word business was apparently not uttered during a Murphy Sunday dinner.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. We can have dinner at the most expensive eatery you’d like.”

Lyle shrugged. His hands shoved into his pockets and his collar uncurled against his neck for warmth, he looked the picture of surliness. If any criminals recognized him, they would no doubt scatter immediately.

“Did Bow Street get a chance to look at Lady Rochford’s body for more signs of struggle? Has the investigation turned up anything else?” Katherine had been insistent that Lyle accompany her so he could hear the information McTavish had discovered firsthand, but also she wanted to know what the police had uncovered.

“The only thing we found was the scrape you mentioned. It likely happened as she grappled onto a spindle, trying to stop the fall on her way over. Which seems to indicate she did not jump.”

“We already knew that.” At least the police would take it more seriously now. Though they were taking their sweet time about investigating.

“Lord Rochford seems appropriately upset. Though he was unusually interested in her belongings and accusing us of not handing everything over.”

“That’s odd. Did you keep something?”

Lyle looked at her sharply. “Of course not.”

“It doesn’t sound like you’ve made much progress officially. Maybe McTavish will have something of use for you.” She stopped in front of Annandale’s townhouse. “This is it. Number twenty-four.”

“This is an odd place for a marquess to live.”

“He is an odd marquess.”

Again, McTavish opened the door and ushered Katherine and Lyle inside. This time, judging by his bloodshot eyes and the slight wavering of his hand as he accepted her cloak, he was suffering the effects of the drink. He pointed upstairs and said simply, “They’re up waiting.”

Pru was already there, seated alongside Lord Annandale as they chatted with a third person. The back of the man’s head was facing Katherine, but no one could mistake that height.

What was Wayland doing here if he had no interest in the investigation? Suspicion knotted in Katherine’s gut. If this had been her house, she would have cast him out.

But it wasn’t, and he was a friend of Lord Annandale’s. Perhaps it was mere coincidence that she found him yet again in the room when she had clues to discuss.

“More business, Captain Wayland?”

He and Lord Annandale stood to greet her. Katherine didn’t keep them standing long but led Lyle into the room and chose a seat so the men could also sit. There was a scarcity of chairs. When Wayland remained standing to greet Lyle, she hoped that he would take himself off. Instead, he offered his seat to Lyle and moved to stand behind Katherine.

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