Murder Mystery

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English

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Middle Aged (35-54)

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North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

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Fred growled. The minute I pulled off the road onto Bonnie's drive, I was too engrossed in the day's events to pay it much attention. I was beat after driving 100 miles each way to the auction and standing all day while waiting to bid on the siding I wanted. Bonnie was still back in Colorado, playing Nurse maid to Margo. I driven to Carrollton because Margot son John had seen an ad for a lumber company going out of business, passed it on to his mother and she'd insisted, I go. They've been sitting in their warm home 1000 miles away in Cherry Creek. When John showed her the ad, they didn't have a clue. It was 100 miles from the farm, nor did they care. In the end, I saved them a bundle by buying some fibre cement siding and several Pella windows at a fraction of what the big box stores wanted. I knew enough not to expect a thank you Jake. I didn't spot the minivan until we were halfway down the long gravel drive leading to the farmhouse. I'm sure if Fred could talk, he'd tell me he saw the minivan first. because dogs had superior senses compared to my puny powers of sight and sound. Bonnie's cat Tigger had probably known to but didn't let on. But I bet neither knew the minivan wasn't from around these parts by inferior powers of Deduction had come to that conclusion because of the license plates on the vehicle. Kansas plates weren't that unusual in this part of Missouri. Fremont County was home to two of the largest lakes in the country, and Kansas was less than 100 miles away. Weekend visitors from neighbouring states were common, and many of them had second homes here. If Fred knew any of that, he hid it well. I parked next to the minivan and told him to stay put. He was out the door before I could get my seatbelt unbuckled. Tigger waited like it was no big deal and didn't jump out until after me. The minivan driver got out as we approached. Fred must have realized the middle aged woman was no threat and approached her with his tail wagging. He'd probably sensed it in a millisecond, whereas it took me a little longer to notice. Her head barely reached the top of her van, and unless she was some kind of black belt karate expert, I didn't need to worry, either. You must be Jacob Martin, she said, extending her hand. My name's Carrie Edwards. Kelly told me where you lived, so I thought I'd stop off before heading to my mother's in Overland Park. I've been going there most weekends since the so called accident. I hope you don't mind. My fears were put to rest when her grip suggested she didn't have the strength to crush a wounded moth Kelly sent you. There was still enough light to see wrinkles on her forehead. I hadn't noticed before. People tend to say more with their face in the body language than they do with words. She had me wondering about the so called accident, though I couldn't say exactly how I knew. But I knew she wasn't here to sell me magazines. She reached down to Pet Fred, who'd been sitting silently between us. She wasn't tall, so she didn't have to stoop to rub his head. I couldn't help but notice her ring finger and the lighter band of skin where her wedding band had been. Why don't you come on in Carrie. I can put on a fresh pot of coffee while you tell me what's on your mind. I didn't wait for her answer and started up the short flight of stairs leading to the covered porch, Kerry said patiently at the kitchen island while I turned on the heat and started coffee brewing. She was wearing long shorts. Or maybe they were short pants. Giorgio Armani didn't need to worry. I didn't know the difference. I did, however, noticed the goose bumps on her legs. The house had been shut up all day, so it was cold. To be honest, The goose bumps weren't the first things I noticed. Even though Kelly and I were what some might call an item. I still had my man card and had been checking out carries legs.