BooksBarbecue
Back A Penny for Your Thoughts Save as PDF
Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. A PENNY
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. A Sample Chapter of Don’t Take Any Wooden Nickels
  60. About the Author
  61. Other Books by Mindy Starns Clark
  62. About the Publisher

“He’s been fencing some of Marion Smythe’s jewelry around town,” Sollie replied, obviously unaware of the dynamic between me and Keegan. “Because of his prior criminal history and his connection with the Smythes, he was at the top of the list of suspects.”

“Do you think that he and Alan and Judith all worked together to kill Wendell Smythe?”

The two men looked at each other, then Keegan exhaled slowly.

“Redburn’s got an ironclad alibi for the time of the murder,” Keegan said. “He may have been involved peripherally, but he definitely wasn’t there the day the man was killed.”

“So it couldn’t have been him I heard in the bathroom?”

The men looked off into the distance.

“Nope,” said Sollie. “Wasn’t there. That’s for certain.”

Keegan shook his head, confusion evident in his face.

“He’s a low-life scum with a long list of priors and a brief work history with the Smythes,” he said. “Beyond that, how he fits into this whole thing is anybody’s guess.”

Forty-Two

Forty-Two

image

I needed to think. All I really wanted was to go somewhere all alone for a little peace and quiet while I sorted out my thoughts. But I still had to pick up Harriet and deliver her back to the train station. Looking at my watch, I decided that if I could find her cousin’s house without too much trouble, I would be able to get Harriet to the station in time for the next train, and then I could head for Fairmount Park or someplace where I could take a walk and clear my head.

The cousin lived in a small town in Montgomery County on a main highway. I found the road without too much trouble, and I finally slowed down at the 8100 block, stopping to turn in at a little red mailbox marked 8127.

The driveway dipped down to a small but very pleasant tree-covered lot with a tiny Cape Cod house perched in the center. The front door was wide open, so I parked my car and headed up the walk, noting the lovely geraniums blooming on each side of the front porch. When I arrived at the door, however, I nearly ran right into it. To my surprise, I realized the door wasn’t really open at all. It was shut tight and painted to look as if it were open.

My knock brought Harriet to the door, laughing when I told her what I’d done. As she led me into the house, she told me to be careful, that it was only a hint of things to come.