Silent Slipper: A Julia Fairchild Mystery by PJ Peterson

Author:PJ Peterson [Peterson, PJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Finngirl, LLC
Published: 2022-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

four

Bridget was already inside Lynn’s apartment, door slightly ajar, when Julia and Carly arrived Saturday morning.

“Bridget?” Julia called as she peeked her head in.

Bridget called to them from an adjacent room. “I’m back here in her bedroom. Come join me.”

The modestly-sized room was decorated in black and cream with red accents. “This looks like it belongs in Hollywood,” said Carly.

Bridget chuckled. “Lynn always thought she belonged there, even as a child. She used makeup, wore false eyelashes, and was copying every clothing fad that came along by the time she was in ninth grade. Dad hated it, being kinda old-fashioned, but Mom tolerated it. She figured it was better than getting tattoos and doing drugs.”

“I understand that,” said Julia. “I think it’s along the lines of suggestions to parents to ‘pick their fights.’ Kids outgrow fads and if it’s not hurting them, leave it be.”

“Lynn was always testy and quick with her temper. I’m sure that’s exactly what our mom was doing. She let her be a drama queen. It was easier to get along with her that way.”

“What about you?” asked Julia. “Did it bother you that your sister acted like that? Or got a lot of attention that way?”

Bridget’s smile faded. “Not really. I mostly ignored her. Besides she was six years older than I was and graduated out of high school the same year I finished sixth grade. We were never close.”

Julia noticed a touch of resignation in Bridget’s voice and wondered how true her comment was.

“What about the usual suspects in a murder, such as someone who would benefit from her death, or a jealous ex-boyfriend, or someone that she’d maligned?”

Bridget shook her head. “None of those, I think, although I wouldn’t know if she’d made anyone angry enough to kill her.”

“Okay, back to checking the apartment. Did you notice anything in here that seems out of place? Or that doesn’t jibe with what you know about your sister?” Julia looked around the room that seemed to dare someone to leave anything where it didn’t belong. It felt cold and sterile, despite the attempt at making it comfortable with its soft bedding, drapes, and red accents.

“Not in the bedroom, but follow me into her bathroom.” Bridget walked into the adjoining bath where she pointed out a bottle of Shalimar. “Bridget didn’t use that fragrance. I remember her saying she hated it. She always, always, wore Estee by Estee Lauder. One time she said a boyfriend gave her a bottle of Shalimar that she passed on to someone else who liked it. After they broke up, of course.”

“Ooh la la. That’s expensive stuff,” said Carly.

“Could she have a new boyfriend who gave her this bottle? This Leo, maybe?” asked Julia.

“Maybe. She and I haven’t talked much lately.”

“We should ask the police to check it for fingerprints. It might give us a lead.” Julia used a tissue to pick up the distinctive bottle and carefully wrapped it to protect from any further smudges before putting it in her jacket pocket.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.