Seaside Knitters 01 Death By Cashmere by Goldenbaum Sally

Author:Goldenbaum, Sally [Goldenbaum, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781436235327
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2011-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Nell checked her watch. She'd run out of balsamic vinegar, the only thing missing for the salad. She had plenty of time before knitting club--hours in fact--an unusual respite in the busy week. She might even get a hot bath in before heading over to Izzy's.

Later, at the Thursday-night knitting club, she wouldn't be able to tell Cass, Izzy, and Birdie exactly why she had done it. It just happened, a sudden impulse as she left Shaw's parking lot with her balsamic vinegar in the grocery sack beside her. Maybe it was her unconscious, telling her that this was what she should do.

She turned her car in the opposite direction of her home and headed a few blocks west on Stanley Avenue, then pulled into the packed parking lot of the county offices building.

Nell looked up at the big stone facade, then walked inside. She couldn't remember ever being in the building before, though she knew Ben had been there many times, getting property deeds and copies of family papers. It was an old building with narrow hallways and a musty smell that reminded Nell of the old library in Kansas City where she'd spent half her life. She paused inside the entrance, looking for the office in which Angie Archer had reportedly spent so many of the last hours of her life.

Registrar of Deeds, she read on the wall directory. Room 114. That would have to be the place.

"Nell Endicott," a voice behind her called out, and Nell turned to the smiling face of Rachel Wooten.

Rachel and her husband had moved into Nell's neighborhood a few years before and sometimes ended up on the Endicott deck for Friday martinis. Nell had forgotten that Rachel worked in the county building. "We've missed you on the deck, Rachel," Nell said. "You and Don need to come over soon."

Rachel smiled. "Thanks, Nell. The days slip by way too fast. We'll come by soon. In the meantime, though, can I help you find something here?"

"Maybe you can. I think I want the property deeds office. Angie Archer was working on a project for the Historical Museum, and Nancy Hughes said she got a lot of information here."

"Yes, she did. Angie was here often. I'd see her breezing down the hallway, that beautiful head of red hair flying in the breeze. It's all so awful. I sure hope they find the guy soon."

"I do, too, Rachel."

"Come." Rachel looped her arm through Nell's. "The Registrar of Deeds' office is right next to mine. I'll walk you there." They started down the hall and Rachel's voice grew quiet. "It hit us hard when we found out Angie was murdered. Someone you see often, you know. It was especially hard on our registrar, who rarely says a word. But somehow Angie worked her magic on him. He'd light up like the sun when she came in--and when Angie was here, he'd talk a blue streak."

A coworker of Rachel's walked up then, smiled at Nell, and reminded Rachel of a meeting.

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