Rose Petal Graves (The Lost Clan #1) by Olivia Wildenstein

Author:Olivia Wildenstein [Wildenstein, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01ET46O0W
Published: 2016-05-14T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10 – THE WOODS

Cruz had been taken into custody and locked in a cell in Rowan’s tiny jail. Sheriff Jones was ecstatic because this was one of the first times his jail was being used, and because arresting Cruz had turned him into an instant, local celebrity.

“Why do you think he impersonated a medical examiner?” Cass asked, as she set a cheeseburger in front of me. It glistened with oil.

“I didn’t order this,” I told her, pushing the plate away.

She thrust it back toward me. “Just pretend to eat it.” She moved her eyeballs toward the kitchen. “Blake’s been on my case about making sure you didn’t leave here on an empty stomach.”

The sheriff and Mr. Hamilton, who sat a few tables behind me, were discussing the body that was uncovered in the middle of the woods. “There were burn marks all over it, but the snow kept it in pretty good shape considering.”

I pressed my burger away. Definitely not hungry anymore.

“That’s sick,” Mr. Hamilton said, readjusting his tweed newsboy cap. Apparently, he’d gotten it in Scotland, on the set of one of his movies, but Blake had seen the label inside, and it read made in Michigan. “I still don’t get what the kid’s endgame was. Do you think he was planning on killing more of us?”

“Who knows? I tried interrogating him after I booked him, but he didn’t say anything. He just asked for his phone call.”

“Who did he call?” Mr. Hamilton asked.

“What can I get you, Sheriff?” Cass asked, wiping down their table. “Another coffee?”

“Nah, I’m good, Cass. I need to get back to the jailhouse.”

“I’ll take a BLT,” Hamilton said. “With extra mayo.”

“But you just had a steak,” Cass said.

Mr. Hamilton placed his elbows on the table. “Did I ask you for dietary advice, Cassidy, or did I ask for a BLT?”

“Coming right up.” As she walked past my table, she whispered, “Sheesh,” and blew her bangs out of her eyes.

“So who’d he call?” Hamilton asked, lacing his fingers together.

“He spoke some weird language, so I didn’t get a name.”

“Probably a lawyer.”

“Probably. He said that person would be able to explain. Not sure how anyone can give a good reason for homicidal identity theft.” He got up, zipped his jacket over his paunch, and tapped Hamilton’s skinny shoulder. “Catch you later, old sport.”

As the door of Bee’s Place jingled, I shot up and dashed out after the sheriff. “Sheriff Jones,” I called out.

“Yes?” He stopped walking.

“Can I talk to him?”

“To the prisoner?”

I nodded.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’re not sure yet what sort of person we’re dealing with.”

“Please. I just need to ask him something about my mother.”

His small eyes ran over my face. “Heard your dad’s thinking of pulling her out of the ground. You know…to check that he didn’t, um…molest her.”

“Cruz wouldn’t—”

“You’re defending him?”

“He’s not a necrophiliac,” I said.

“How would you know that?”

“I just know. Please, can I just have a minute with him?”

He tilted his face to the side. “Fine. One minute.

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