Parcels of Doom (Chapel End Mysteries, #1) by Lown Anne

Author:Lown, Anne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Cosy, women sleuth, amature sleuths
Publisher: Junobe Publishing
Published: 2018-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

The police didn’t take long to arrive. Cars from Bishop sped through the lanes, along with an ambulance and DS George in his police-issue vehicle. The three of them stood outside on the path, being administered to for shock. Carmie was the worst of them all. She couldn’t stop crying and muttering to herself. George told them to wait where they were and he’d get to them in good time.

“I’d better call work, tell them what’s happened.” Adam had his mobile phone out and had already dialled the number. He stood aside, talking to Anwar, their delivery manager.

Jenny put her arm around her friend and tried to comfort her. She held her close, more to steady herself than anything. Her vision swam, and she closed her eyes, willing it to stop. She sucked in shallow breaths that did little to fill her lungs; it was getting harder by the moment. She slid to the ground and sat on the path.

Adam held his phone away from his ear and called for a paramedic, his concern turned to her. “Are you all right?”

Slowly, she regained control, and her breaths became deeper. She nodded, finding that easier than speaking. The scene ran through her mind. It was out of a horror show, not something she’d ever seen before or wanted to see again.

Jenny turned to Carmie. The woman sat on the ground beside her. How awful it must be to find your boss like that and not know what was going to happen to your job. Jenny guessed Carmie would have to call the company who ran the charity shop and let them know Emma was dead.

What if Adam hadn’t been with us?

It didn’t bear thinking about.

In between heaving sobs, Carmie tried to say something. It was hard enough understanding her at times with her Filipino accent, but with the crying it was impossible.

“Say it again,” Jenny said. She listened more carefully, trying to catch her words.

“The...the...doll. I...I...I thought it was meant for m...me.”

“Why’d you think that?” She pulled her closer and rocked her gently.

“No name, and I...I opened it.”

The gravity of her words hit her like a brick. She was right. Someone had left the doll outside the shop with the other donations but hadn’t put a name on it. They knew the first one was meant for Paul because it had said so. Carmie wouldn’t have a clue who was being threatened. No wonder she was so upset.

Jenny shuddered at the memory of the noose around the doll’s neck. It was the same as Emma’s. Surely she hadn’t hanged herself over Jason? Had she left the doll herself to let them know what she’d done? Jenny had no idea about the answers. All she knew of Paul’s death was it hadn’t been an accident. The officer had said as much when he’d come to the house. If someone had killed Emma, they’d planned it well.

Why did Emma die? Even the reason for Paul’s death isn’t clear.

She’d been so caught up

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