Old Bones Never Die by Lesley A. Diehl

Author:Lesley A. Diehl [Diehl, Lesley A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / FIC022070 - Cozy, FICTION / Mystery & Detective / FIC022040 - Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9781603813181
Publisher: Camel Press
Published: 2017-03-15T07:00:00+00:00

Sammy drove the three boys back to their own house, where an adult cousin was caring for them in the evenings and at night.

“It’s not a good arrangement. They need a permanent home,” said Grandfather. We were sipping tea on his porch, waiting for Sammy’s return. The phone in the house rang.

“I’ll get it.” I ran in and picked up.

“I’m trying to get in touch with Sammy Egret,” said the male voice.

“This is his home, but he’s not here. Can I take a message?”

“This is Cal at Renfro Pawn Shop. Are you the gal he came in with the other day?”

I assured him I was.

“I found out something interesting about that watch you were asking about. Can you come down here tomorrow so we can talk?”

I said yes and arranged to meet him at his shop at noon. I didn’t want to take any more time than necessary away from my own business, and I knew Sammy was working David’s ranch tomorrow afternoon, but this was important to squeeze in somehow.

I told Grandfather about the call.

“There’s something about that watch,” he said. “I think it’s the key to everything—the bones, the hit-and-run.”

“And the disappearance of Sammy’s father, don’t forget that.”

Grandfather poked around in the bowl of his pipe and said nothing for a minute. “Maybe, maybe not.”

What did this old man know that the rest of us did not? Or was it simply his ability to read a world beyond this one, like his kinship with the swamp and all its creatures, human and others.

The headlights from a truck lit up the porch.

“Sammy’s back,” said Grandfather. A good guess because he expected Sammy or that second sight again?

Sammy bounded up the porch steps and took me in his arms. “Thank you, Eve, for taking this case on for the boys and for us.”

“I may find out nothing. And if I don’t, they will have wasted their hard-earned money.”

“You’ll find out plenty,” said Grandfather. He got up and went into the house, calling back to us, “It’s leftover stew for dinner.” I heard him bang around several pans. After ten minutes or so, the smells of meat and onion began to drift out way.

I told Sammy about the call from the owner of the pawn shop.

“Hurry up, Grandfather. I want to eat fast and get over to the Renfro place as soon as possible,” Sammy said.

“I told him we’d meet him tomorrow.”

“Not soon enough, Eve. Something wrong with your snooping sense?”

Sammy was right. I’d simply have tossed and turned all night thinking about what the pawn shop owner had to say to us.

Less than twenty minutes later we were in Sammy’s truck and on our way to see Cal Renfro.

“I’ve never eaten so fast. I think I burned the roof of my mouth.” I snuggled close to Sammy. We’d had little time to ourselves, and I missed the feel of his strong body next to mine. “Maybe, if we get back early enough, we could take your canoe out.”

“Let’s see what Renfro has to say, and we’ll go from there.

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