The Seven Whistlers by Amber Benson & Christopher Golden

Author:Amber, Benson & Christopher, Golden [Amber, Benson]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Haverhill House Publishing
Published: 2017-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

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Lucy had been ecstatic to see her. The big dog had jumped all over her, spattering her navy wool sweater with a healthy coating of slobber, right up until Rose spilled food into her bowl, and then the dog had another target for her attentions.

Now, as she drove back toward town, she missed the big mutt. Rose turned up the heat in her car as she made a left onto Braeburn Street, and started the search for a parking spot. The tourists who flocked to New England for the fall foliage had made it almost impossible for the locals to find parking anywhere downtown, but Rose lucked out, finding a tiny space between a Suburban and a Mercedes Benz roadster. She squeezed her battered red Honda between them and got out.

The cool crispness of the Vermont air filled her lungs, invigorating her. It left her with a sense of wellbeing that was almost enough to make her forget her troubles for a moment. Almost.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and crossed the street, looking for Arlene’s address. Braeburn Street had only recently experienced a mini-renaissance. Once home to a mechanic’s shop and the old Geary Foundry, the tiny street now boasted two art galleries and the Geary Lofts— a series of artists’ studios erected on the remains of the old foundry. The previous year, the mayor had even given the street a nickname—Artists’ Alley.

Rose knew this stop would likely be a waste of time, but before she went hiking around the woods up by the lake in search of Arlene Murphy, she figured she ought to at least stop at the woman’s downtown studio. The way things had been going, she didn’t expect it to be that simple, but better to try and come up empty than to truck around the mountain and only then discover the artist had been down here in town all along.

A shiver went through her as she found the buzzer for Arlene’s loft. Rose wished she’d had the foresight to stow her woolen cap in her backpack before she’d left the apartment that morning. The temperature had been dropping steadily since morning and it was getting to be downright cold for autumn.

“Yes?” came a tinny voice from the callbox. Rose blinked in surprise and stared for a moment at the box. A smile touched her lips as she realized she wasn’t going to have to go into the woods after all. She cleared her throat, and spoke into the speaker grate.

“Hi, Miss Murphy? Arlene. I’m Rose Kerrigan, Jenny’s friend? She said you might be able to help me.”

“Help you how?” The woman’s voice sounded tentative, even anxious.

“I’d rather not say out here on the street like this, if you don’t mind. May I come up?”

There was a pause, as if Arlene was thinking about it. Then the buzzer on the steel-reinforced door sounded. Rose reached out and pulled open the door.

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