Chapters (37)
- Contents
- Copyright
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- A Note From The Author
- About The Author
Striker stood up, causing Pandora to mewl with disappointment. “I know. I heard all about you. But I don’t like anyone else looking into my cases. Besides, there’s a killer on the loose and it could be dangerous. Best to leave this one to the pros.”
And with that, he turned and walked out the door, robbing me of the chance to spear him with a nasty reply.
***
“Have you ever heard anyone be so rude and condescending?” I asked Pepper who was still staring at the door.
“He sure did grow up nice,” she replied.
“What? He’s a condescending jerk.”
“Oh, I don’t think you really think that.”
I scrunched up my face. “What is wrong with you? Did you hear the way he talked to me?”
“I saw the way he looked at you … and the way you looked at him,” she said smugly. “I think there’s a spark there. I could feel the heat myself—don’t try to deny it.”
The truth was I felt the heat, too, but at my age I just figured it was another hot flash.
“Pffttt…” I flapped my hand at her. I didn’t like the way she was looking at me. Pepper loved playing matchmaker. “Now, don’t go getting any ideas about fixing a special tea for me or Sheriff Meanie.”
“I won’t,” she said innocently. Too innocently. I put my teacup down and made a mental note not to drink anything she served me any time in the near future.
“So anyway, what was this other thing you were starting to tell me before Eddie came in?” Pepper picked up her teacup and sipped.
I scrunched up my face. Sheriff Meanie had gotten me so worked up I’d forgotten what we’d been talking about.
“You told me about the fabric on the embosser and said there was something else…” Pepper prompted.
“Oh yes, the bronzes,” I said, then told her what Josiah had told me about the old bronzes that had been donated to the library.
“Why would Ophelia be after bronze statues?” Pepper asked. “She already has enough money.”
I shrugged. “Who knows? She seems money-hungry to me. Plus, with her background being married to an antique auctioneer, she’d know the value of them.”
“But how would she even know they were there? Bates donated them long before she came to town and, as you said, everyone has pretty much forgotten about them. They aren’t on display in there or anything, are they?”
“No. I remember noticing them once downstairs in the paperback section, but they aren’t in the main section upstairs.” Something niggled at the back of my mind. “Lavinia said that Ophelia had scoured the library, so she would have seen them.”
“Did Lavinia say Ophelia was looking for the bronzes?”