Parcels of Doom (Chapel End Mysteries, #1)
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Scott put his cup on the table next to her foot. “You’re saying she didn’t want to get divorced? She wanted to keep Dave?”
“Seems to be the case, but she wasn’t getting her own way. Dave wasn’t going to stay with her, he loved Emma. That’s why Tracy killed her. Once Emma had made the fuss over Jason and got him to threaten her safety, Tracy was free to set him up and put her out of the picture. Dave couldn’t marry her if she was dead.”
“And the dolls?”
Jenny and Jason looked at Scott, Jenny not sure what he was asking.
“Why did she make them?”
“Oh, right. As a threat to Paul. Then she did one each for Emma and me to confuse things.”
Jason nodded. “I’d forgotten she was into crafting. She made those knots in the pub, the ones on the walls.”
Jenny lifted her head off his shoulder. “I asked you about those, remember?”
“Yeah, but it didn’t mean anything at the time. Not even when the rope was found around Emma’s neck. I suppose that was another attempt to confuse things.”
Scott kicked Jenny’s foot when he shuffled down in his chair and put his own on the table. He cocked his head at the wall over the sofa. “So, what about that? Did she write on your wall?”
Jenny twisted to glance up at it. The words had almost disappeared to her. Or maybe she’d just stopped noticing them. “No, George says she denies doing that. She didn’t leave the security pass in my room, either.”
“Who the hell did?”
She hadn’t had the chance to tell anyone it was Martin searching for the diaries. No more had been found, so she hoped he’d get over it and forget about them. Maybe it was him who’d sprayed her wall and left the lanyard. He’d been near her house on the day it’d happened. After all, he was under Tracy’s thumb, too, and she’d been planting red herrings in every direction.
“I don’t think the police care. They don’t seem bothered about the break-in at the charity shop or the missing diary. Got bigger fish to fry now they’ve caught a murderer.”
Scott snorted again. “He’s a right one, that DS George. You’d think he won the World Cup or summit the way he’s carrying on. Should he be telling you all this?”
“Nah, told me to keep my mouth shut. Said he was just filling me in as I’d helped to catch Tracy. She blabbed like a goodun, told them everything. I think he’s now a hero at the station. He’s definitely enjoying himself.”
“You know, I’m getting used to being here.” Jason finished his drink and was the last to leave the mug on the table, putting his feet up, too.
“That mean you’re sticking around?” There was a glint in Scott’s eyes.
“Found yourself a partner in crime, have you?” Jenny sighed.
That’s all I need, two of them to watch out for. It’s not going to be easy.
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Anne Lown has always enjoyed words, especially when they grew into stories about her friends and the people she loves. Writing novels became an extension of the shorts she placed in her favourite Facebook group, creating characters with lives they would not otherwise have.
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