Snowflake Bay Cozy Mysteries Boxset 1 by C Farren

Author:C Farren [Farren, C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: David Dawson
Published: 2021-04-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

The two of them managed to drink all eighteen bottles of beer between them. They’d gotten thoroughly drunk, danced to ABBA, dressed Casper in old clothes, and even made a prank phone call to the local radio station, pretending to be randy old ladies. After that, Wren’s memories sort of faded and she blacked out. When she woke up the next morning she couldn’t remember what happened after the radio station thing.

Fiona giggled and showed Wren a series of photos she’d taken on her cellphone. It showed Wren stripping her clothes off and making snow angels in the back garden.

Wren put her hand to her mouth. “I’m mortified!”

“At least you don’t appear to have a hangover,” said Fiona. “Me too.”

“I must get the strong stomach from you.”

All during the night Wren was plagued by bad dreams. Alcohol usually did that to her. They were all about Lenny, chasing her, trying to stop her from getting at the truth, whatever that was. When she finally gave up trying to sleep, she drank three cups of black coffee in a row to calm her nerves. Confronting Lenny would be hard, but she had to do it. She had to find out the truth.

“Why would he ask you to look into Delia’s death if he killed her?” Fiona asked. They were walking towards Wanda’s house now. Wren was pretending her midnight streak in the snow had never happened. “It makes no sense. He has to know you’d eventually come around to thinking he really did kill her.”

“I’d say it was a double bluff but that makes no sense,” said Wren. She’d put her wellies on that morning. The snow had piled up considerably during the night. It was like wading through piles of stones. “But my gut tells me the diamond and the murder are connected somehow.”

Wanda had a cute brass knocker on her front door shaped like a cow’s face. Wren had to lift its tongue and let it drop to knock on the door. A few moments later Lenny answered. He didn’t look too pleased to see them. He hadn’t shaved and he appeared to be in his pajamas. Losing his job had probably been one setback too many.

“Is your gran home?” Wren asked, not giving anything away.

“She’s out,” said Lenny. His tone was downcast, though a tad suspicious. “Is this about Delia’s murder?”

“And the Christmas diamond.”

Lenny opened his mouth to say something. Instead he just laughed. Wren didn’t like that laugh. It wasn’t his usual laugh, one of warmth and humor. This laugh was mocking. It made her shiver.

“Come in,” Lenny offered. He stood aside to allow them to pass, but Wren didn’t move. “Come in from the cold. I think we have a lot to discuss.”

Wren felt like she was being invited into the lair of a predator.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured them. “I’d never hurt you.”

“I’m not sure I believe anything you say anymore,” Wren snapped, betrayed. She hoped her feelings showed in her tone of voice.

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