French Pastry Murder (A Lucy Stone Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Ransacked was more like it, thought Lucy. The suitcases that she and Bill had zipped and stacked neatly in a corner of the living room had been opened, and the contents tossed every which way. In the kitchen, bags of flour and sugar had been dumped into the sink, and Carte Noire coffee was all over the floor. Bob and Rachel’s bedroom had been treated in the same way, the doors of the armoire hanging open and the clothes thrown everywhere. The bed had also been tossed, the sheets and duvet yanked off and the mattress left askew. In the en suite bathroom Rachel’s jars of face cream and bath salts had been emptied into the sink, making a gooey mess. Bob stood in the doorway to the room he shared with Rachel, shaking his head. “I can’t believe the cops did this,” he said. “This would never happen in America.” Lucy wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t about to argue. “What were they looking for?” “Maybe it was a routine procedure,” suggested Rachel in a doubtful tone. “I don’t think so, but what do I know?”
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