Murder Go Round by Carol J. Perry

Author:Carol J. Perry [Perry, Carol J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 24

Aunt Ibby was instantly busy on her smartphone. She didn’t even try to hide it under the table. “Boris Medvedev,” she said. “A professional wrestler in the late 1950s. Is that the Boris you’re talking about, Stasia?”

“Yes. That’s him. An old friend of the family. My dad liked wrestling.” She laughed, but it was the kind of snorting laugh that wasn’t one bit funny. “He looked a lot different in that picture on TV. The beard and the wrinkles. He was good-looking when he was young. He’s really old now. But that’s him.”

“Medvedev,” I said aloud. I remembered that Chef Karl had said he didn’t know Boris’s last name, and I thought about what Scott had said about the bearded man looking familiar. Scott had been a young sports reporter back then. Makes sense he would know something about professional wrestlers. It only took a couple of seconds for me to text Pete.

It wasn’t a long message. I texted Boris Medvedev wrestler and returned to the conversation. “I don’t think these people need to worry about the bearded man, Stasia. It’s been so many years since your grandparents lived here, I doubt very much that he’d expect to find anything of value.” I mentally crossed my fingers and vowed to ask Pete to ask for an extra patrol car to keep an eye on the McKennas, just in case. “We were talking about your grandmother? Lydia?”

“Hope you’re right about that,” Colleen said. “Sure wouldn’t want to run into him. But look, I brought my tablecloth with me. Thought you might like to see it. It’s really beautiful work.” She opened a canvas bag and brought out a large tissue-wrapped square.

The tablecloth was a big one. Heavy too. We each automatically moved our teacups out of the way as she spread it, partially unfolded, on the tabletop. Colorful embroidery covered most of the surface. This wasn’t the typical decorated-around-the-border, preprinted needlework project.

“What an amazing piece of work!” my aunt exclaimed. “Look at the detail. Flowers and birds and buildings.”

“When my boys were little, I taught them their alphabet and simple numbers from it,” Colleen pointed to capital letters in seemingly random arrangements, and fancifully formed numerals here and there among the flowers and birds and animals. “Lydia gave it to me because I was a kindergarten teacher. She knew I’d appreciate it.”

“We were lucky that she gave us the things she did,” Mrs. McKenna offered. “Otherwise, I guess all these beautiful handmade treasures would have gone to St. Vladimir’s and wound up in that abandoned storage locker.”

“I’ve been going to all the locker auctions around here for over a year,” Stasia said. “I knew Grandpa Nick’s things had to turn up eventually.”

“How’d you know that?” I asked.

“When I came back to Salem, I began looking for my doll clothes. I went to see the priest at St. Vladimir’s. He’s young. Didn’t know my grandfather. He said that Grandpa’s stuff had been stored in the church basement for ages, but after the old priest retired, it all got sent to a storage locker.

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