The Inn at Holiday Bay~Letters in the Library by Kathi Daley

Author:Kathi Daley [Daley, Kathi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathi Daley Books
Published: 2019-02-11T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“I pulled the accident report for both your husband and Mark Stinson,” Colt informed me several hours later. “It does not appear that the two deaths were linked in any way.”

“What makes you say that?” I asked. I glanced at Georgia, who sat on the sofa next to me with Rufus in her lap.

“According to witness statements gathered at the time of the accident that killed your husband and son, a woman with blond hair who appeared to be in her twenties driving a late-model Mercedes veered into oncoming traffic. Your husband swerved to avoid her, lost control of his car, and it flipped three times before it settled onto the shoulder of the road. Both your husband and son were dead at the scene.”

I was sure I was going to throw up. I never had asked to see the incident report. I knew my family was dead and I was struggling to get through each day. Somehow the need to know all the details never had become an issue with me. In fact, I could distinctly remember not wanting to know so no images would enter my mind.

Georgia reached across the sofa cushion and took my hand in hers. “The woman didn’t even stop?”

“She did not. The witnesses were more concerned with trying to help the victims of the rollover than tracking down the woman who caused the accident, so, unfortunately, no one even got a license plate number. The car was black, which is a common color, and while most agreed it was a Mercedes, the witnesses didn’t agree on the year or exact model.”

“I just assumed it was a male driver who caused it,” I whispered. “I don’t know why I assumed that, but I did.”

“I would have assumed the same thing,” Georgia said. “Generally speaking, men are much more reckless behind the wheel than women.”

I noticed Colt’s lips tighten, but he didn’t argue.

“And Mark?” I asked. “Do we have a description of the person who pushed Mark?”

“Male. Tall. Over six feet, according to witnesses. Thin, with light-colored hair. He was wearing a baseball cap. Witnesses could not agree on a team, but apparently it was blue. He also had on dark glasses.”

“So not the same person who ran Ben off the road.”

Colt shook his head in answer.

I leaned my head back and tried to ward off the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes.

“It sounds to me as if the death of Abby’s husband was truly an accident,” Georgia said. “But that Mark Stinson’s death was intentional. Do you think that perhaps Mark’s and Karen’s deaths could be connected?”

“I think they could very well be. Karen fell in July, which is a popular month for hikers in the area where the falls originate. After her fall, I put out a call for anyone who might have been hiking that day in the hope that someone had seen something. No one I spoke to had witnessed her fall, but I did find a few hikers who remembered passing her on the trail.

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