Poisoned Pie (Pineville Gazette Mystery Book 6) by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows , Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-05-05T16:00:00+00:00

6

Brent Presley’s car was absent. Mary sighed. “I guess we’re going to have to wait,” she told Betty, parking her car in front of a modest green two-story home that faced the two-story brick home Brent lived in. She glanced around. “I’m not sure how long we’re going to be able to wait,” she pointed out. “The snow is falling heavier by the minute. If we wait too long I may not be able to drive you home.”

Betty wanted to beg Mary to drive her home. The snow was getting worse and she feared that her mother might become trapped…alone…all alone. If that happened Betty would never hear the end of her mother’s sob stories about how she had to fend for herself through a terrible snowstorm. “Maybe…we should…leave?” she asked in a worried voice. “I don’t want to upset you, Mary, and I do realize how important our being here is…but…poor Mother.”

Mary studied Brent’s silent home. The windows were dark and no smoke was coming from the chimney. “I suppose so, honey,” she said in a regretful voice. “I’m afraid this snow has won over us.” Mary pulled away from the curb and got moving. “I wonder where Mr. Presley is,” she said. “I also wonder what kind of meeting he had with Mark Jones.”

“Me, too,” Betty told Mary, grateful that the car she was riding in was moving instead of sitting still. There was always something special about a moving car—as long as the car was safe, of course. A moving car represented movement…movement to the local grocery, bakery, diner…and then movement back home, to a place where a person was safe and secure.

Mary stopped at a four-way stop sign, looked this way and that, and then turned left onto Gingerbread Valley Hill Road. “Betty, could it be that Loretta was lying about the pie eating contest?”

Betty watched Mary’s car drive past houses that had become cozy one-story homes. Each home sat cuddled up in a snowy yard that held snow-covered cars, bicycles, and even summer footballs. “Because Mrs. Owlton saw Mr. Presley enter Loretta’s home after Loretta left.”

Mary nodded. “Loretta created a very complicated story that involved a great deal of chance working on her side…” Mary grew silent as she drove down Gingerbread Valley Hill Road. “I don’t doubt that the pie I gave her was the poisoned pie that killed Mark Jones. But the question is…how? If we believe and trust Loretta’s story then we know how…but what if Loretta is lying?”

“It seemed to me that Loretta was telling the truth, Mary. I mean, as far as I could tell she didn’t seem to be lying,” Betty told Mary.

“Yes, it did seem that Loretta was telling the truth,” Mary agreed. “Honey, that could be a problem.”

“What do you mean?”

Mary reached the end of Gingerbread Valley Hill Road, turned on Maple Street, and drove down another road lined with warm single-story homes. “Honey, if I’m not mistaken, didn’t Loretta take drama in school?”

Betty thought for a second.

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