Death Waxed Over (Book 3 In The Candlemaking Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
I couldn’t face listening to them, though. I grabbed a jacket and headed up the secret hatch tucked away in my closet. As I climbed the rungs to the roof, I was glad no one else in the world had access to my hideaway. With twilight fading, the air was shifting from brisk to downright cold on the rooftop overlooking the Gunpowder River, but I was willing to put up with the plummeting temperatures to get away from the world for a while. I took out my lawn chair from the storage box and grabbed a heavy blanket. The wind had blown out the clouds, leaving a night sky filled with stunning starlight. We were far enough from Micah’s Ridge to avoid most of the direct illumination, and when Pearly and I had installed lights around the complex, I’d made sure none of them interfered with my stargazing. Thinking of Pearly made me wonder what my handyman had been up to lately. The fact that he’d been dating and supporting my main competition was something I had a hard time getting used to. I’d thought Pearly was one of my staunchest allies at River’s Edge, always there when I needed him, but I was beginning to wonder if I’d misplaced my trust in him.
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