Randall #03 - Sherwood Ltd. by Anne R. Allen

Author:Anne R. Allen [Allen, Anne R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humerous mystery
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

By the end of the next week, I still had no plan B. Or C or D or Z—and was down to my last five pence. Liam and Davey hadn’t bought any groceries recently, so I had eaten nothing by Friday afternoon but a couple of stale biscuits I’d found in the back of a cupboard. I couldn’t bring myself to walk around the market with all its enticing smells, so I braved the unpleasantness of the office. It didn’t help that Plant still hadn’t written. Silas’s message had quelled my major worries, but I still wanted to hear from Plantagenet himself.

Rosalee clomped in for her editorial conference with the Professor, looking dramatically wan and unkempt, because, she informed everybody, she had cramps.

Vera said Alan was “down the pub” so I had free access to the computer. I signed in and there it was, finally: a message from Plantagenet.

It was annoyingly breezy and uninformative: “I’m being lazy at Silas’s house in Morro Bay. He’s promised to nurse me back to health with loving care. Unfortunately, the love is of the tough variety: cholesterol and alcohol-free, involving hours of forced marching with sand in my shoes. And only short sessions at the computer. He’s afraid I’ll start stressing about the film—yes, it’s still in development. Thanks for your tales of Adventures in Sherwood. It sounds as if you’re having a merry time indeed.”

He went on to complain about hospital food, condescending doctors, and the trials of being without his stolen cell phone. No apology for the long silence. Not a thought to what I’d been going through, worrying about him. I stared at the computer screen in anger for several moments before I realized I couldn’t blame for thinking I was having a merry time.

After all, I’d sent him all those merry messages.

Finally I scrolled down to read more of his newsy chatter. Much of it was about the awful things happening to Felix, the bookstore man. He’d been arrested for killing Lance/Larry. Apparently Lance’s autopsy showed signs of foul play after all. No doctor could confirm he’d ever had a heart condition. But Felix had one. And Lance had apparently died of an overdose of the same heart medicine Felix was taking.

I flashed on Peter telling me about his heart “tablets.” I hoped that Peter, wherever he was, had been taking care of his heart.

If he had one.

And he wasn’t a murderer.

And he was planning to come back.

I scrolled through Plant’s message: “Even if Lance was actually murdered, charging Felix is ridiculous. He had nothing to gain, and they weren’t even involved any more. Silas is doing what he can to help with legal expenses.”

Murder. Lance might really have been murdered. With heart medication. I knew I should be concerned for Felix, but at the moment all I felt was anger at Plant. He’d been out of the hospital for weeks. How could he have left me hanging so long without a word? And how could he write this anticlimactic nonsense?

Vera noticed my distress.

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