The Sound of Murder (Musical Murder Mystery Book 1) by K.L. Montgomery

Author:K.L. Montgomery [Montgomery, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing
Published: 2022-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

Ten

I finally felt like running this morning. Lacing up my shoes, I greeted the sunrise, which had painted the sky in soft tones of peach and mauve. Once I hit the sidewalk, I headed toward the mountains and the same park where I’d discovered Diane’s body. I wanted to see if there was anything there, maybe a clue the police had missed.

“Guess that avoiding parks and running thing is going to start after I solve this murder!” I snickered to myself before my lungs began to burn with exertion.

The mountains were shrouded in lavender mist as I climbed higher in elevation. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw the sleepy town of Asheville waking up. Bakeries would be pulling fresh muffins and scones from their ovens, and the pungent scent of coffee would soon fill the air. Diane was gone, but life went on. I just didn’t want anyone to forget her or that her murderers were still on the loose.

Hattie. It has to be Hattie. And this evil Nazi Burt.

Could those shoes and trench coat belong to him?

Maybe they did it together, and Hattie used her own gun.

The fact that I couldn’t finagle my memory to interpret the argument I’d heard two days ago was pressing on me. I’d even held on to a faint hope it would come to me in a dream, but so far, no luck.

I’d tried to research Hattie and Burt Queen, but I couldn’t find anything about either one of them online. Certainly nothing that would prove they were related. I kept coming back to the eulogy Lydia gave the night before, in which she mentioned her sister’s ex-husband had children of his own. Could Hattie be one of them?

But perhaps Queen was her married name.

Maybe I wasn’t any closer to solving this mystery than I was before discovering the last few clues. My lungs were burning more with each stride, but I was starting to feel the endorphins pumping through my bloodstream. I needed all the help I could get to keep going, keep persisting.

In the distance I saw the bridge I was standing on when I found Diane’s body. Jogging up to it, my heart skipped a beat as my eyes landed on the creek. Rain overnight had increased the flow, and it was jumping and skipping over the jagged rocks spread throughout. No suspicious lumps or bodies this time. Thank goodness.

Taking a deep breath, I ran down the steps, back to the trail, then down the muddy creekbank. If I had access to a forensics lab, I could take those muddy shoes that were in Hattie’s office and test that mud against the mud here to see if they matched. But I didn’t, and the police seemed less than interested in my theories about what happened to Diane.

Still, I could scoop up some of the mud and do a side-by-side comparison, just using the naked eye. If the two samples were a completely different color and consistency, then I’d know the shoes in Hattie’s office were never here at the creek.

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