The Greyt Escape (Mystic's End Mysteries Book 5) by Leanne Leeds

Author:Leanne Leeds [Leeds, Leanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950505258
Publisher: Badchen Publishing
Published: 2020-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

“Your friend Claire was left Petey,” Gabe said, walking and scanning the will while I guided him back toward the shop. “Ella was left absolutely nothing. The house, art, money in the bank accounts that Ella wasn’t on, it all went to Claire. All of it. I wonder what happened three weeks ago that caused Bella to do all this?”

“I can ask her when we get back,” I murmured. Suddenly, a leather-clad man leaving the center courthouse building caught my attention. His hair was black-blue, and I could swear I could see guyliner on his eyes, even from this distance. He glanced around as if concerned about who was watching. “Hey, who’s that?” I pointed.

Gabe squinted. “I don’t know, actually. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite place him.”

His lumbered walk was swift and deliberate moving through the crisscrossing sidewalks. His black leather pants, jacket, and motorcycle boots looked out of place in the country square. Two women sitting on benches grabbed the hands of their children and pulled them tight as he came closer. With a swift motion, he opened the back of a waiting limousine himself and hopped in.

“Is that a casino limo?” I asked Gabe.

“I think so.”

“What would a tourist be doing at the town courthouse?”

“That’s the old courthouse,” Gabe reminded me. “Nothing there but obsolete archives. And that guy doesn’t look like a historian.”

“How obsolete?” I asked him.

“Well, most records are in the big county building,” Gabe said. “That’s city stuff like City Council transcripts, city bills, that kind of stuff. There’s also a floor that has really old historical archives from hundreds of years ago. The state handles most public records, so there’s just not a huge amount of stuff kept in there anymore. Heck, the police department keeps the city police archives in that cage at the library. Other than the old jail in the basement? There just isn’t much there unless you’re a historian.”

“I didn’t even know the place was open,” I said as we walked by. “I never see anyone go in.”

“No one really does,” Gabe shrugged. “But it’s the center of town and a historic building. We should use it for something, but we really don’t.”

I glanced at the building once more before we went into my shop.

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