Murder at the Wedding by M A Comley

Author:M A Comley [Comley, M A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jeamel Publishing Limited
Published: 2019-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Ruth woke up to the birds singing gaily and the warmth of the early morning sun. James had left for work hours before. She stretched out to find Ben lying on his side. He had replaced James on the bed.

She turned over and flung an arm over him and kissed him on the head. “Morning, sunshine, how are you today?”

He moaned and extended all four paws out in front of him.

After a few minutes of snuggling into his fur, she bit the bullet and got up, flinging back the quilt so it intentionally covered Ben. He jumped off the bed and sneezed with excitement, the way he always did in the morning when he was eager to go out.

Ruth slipped on her pink towelling robe and drifted down the stairs to let Ben out. She switched on the kettle and popped a few pieces of bread in the toaster while she waited for her four-legged companion to do his business in the garden.

She thought about the day ahead of her and groaned. Ben sauntered in through the back door just as the toast popped up. She poured the water over her coffee granules and buttered her toast, then she took ten minutes out to eat her breakfast. It was only seven-thirty, after all.

Breakfast eaten, she ventured upstairs again to shower and dress. Half an hour later, she was ready to leave the house, her constant companion by her side. He went everywhere with her and loved riding in the car—it was the highlight of his day.

Ruth unlocked the office door and settled down behind her clutter-free desk. Tidy desk, tidy mind, as the saying went. She’d always adhered to that, not only for her own well-being but also in case any clients walked in off the street. It was far better to work on one file that she could flip shut at a moment’s notice than work with several different cases open at the same time.

She felt daunted. So many people to interview she really didn’t have a clue where to begin. Whilst she waited for a bright idea to spark, she made herself her second coffee of the day. Always far wiser to contemplate the mammoth task ahead of her with a double dose of caffeine coursing through her veins.

Suitably invigorated, she took out her pad and ran a finger down the list she’d created with James the previous evening but then paused. “Nope, the first job is to seek out the wedding planner. Did Geraldine even have one?” She had her doubts as Geraldine had told her that she’d arranged everything herself. But there must be a list of sorts lying around, for the wedding dinner perhaps? She picked up the phone and called Lady Falkirk, hoping she could shed some light on what was troubling her.

“Lady Falkirk is indisposed at the present time. May I help you at all, Miss?” Lady Falkirk’s butler asked her.

“You probably can, Mr Wells. I was hoping to get my hands on a list of the people who attended the wedding.

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