Quiche of Death by Mary Lee Ashford

Author:Mary Lee Ashford [Ashford, Mary Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Cozy, Culinary, Amateur Sleuth, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9781516105083
Google: n6nSDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1516105095
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Published: 2020-07-20T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

He immediately handed her over.

“Just until we can find more out about Colette and her family and decide what to do.” The relief was clear on his face.

“You go get her stuff and I’ll take her to the car.”

I suddenly remembered it wasn’t my car. “Do you mind?” I turned to Max.

“Not at all.” He smiled. “I don’t know what your cat’s going to think of the idea, though.”

“She’ll be fine.” I smiled back. “It’s Mrs. Pickett next door I’m more worried about.” Ernest rarely went outside, so he skated under the radar most of the time. With Frenchie, that wouldn’t be the case, and I could guarantee there would be some issue.

Theo must have had Frenchie’s things packed and at the ready, because he was back in a flash. I set the carrier in the back seat of Max’s Land Rover and placed the dog inside while rubbing her head and talking to her. Using the seat belt to secure the carrier, I slipped her a treat.

“Let’s try this,” I told her. “You’ll be okay there.”

“There’s extra food in here.” Theo handed me the bright pink tote I’d seen in Colette’s room. “And I put one of Colette’s sweaters in the carrier with her. Colette said sometimes she did that when she had to take Frenchie to the vet. She thought it comforted her so I thought it was worth a try.” He shrugged.

“We’ll get on just fine.” I gave the guy a hug. “Let me know when you find Colette’s family and need me to bring her back.” In my heart I had doubts that finding Colette’s family was going to come that quickly, but I could certainly be flexible.

“I really appreciate this.” He pushed dark hair off his forehead and I thought I spotted a new Band-Aid on his hand.

I settled myself in the front seat for the drive back. Max had a great sense of direction and seemed fine with navigating the way back. He made exactly the correct turn out of the driveway and in a short time we were on the road to St. Ignatius.

“What did you think after meeting the family?” I asked.

“An interesting bunch.” He glanced over at me. “I gather you don’t think the death of the girl was an accident.”

“I was hoping for it.” I turned to look back at Frenchie, who’d settled into the carrier and was asleep, her nose buried in the soft blue sweater Theo had tucked in. “But things don’t add up. Gwen told me the woods surrounding the bed-and-breakfast are clearly posted No Hunting.”

“That should be enough, but I have signs up also and sometimes it’s not.” Max lived in an old farmstead that he’d bought and had several acres of woodland near the house. “Last year I ran off some young hunters that had either not seen the signs or had seen them and ignored them.”

“It seems odd that Colette has no family contacts, though.” I glanced out at the countryside that sped by.

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