Murder Of A Smart Cookie: A Scumble River Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Rain slashed at the windows, and thunder shook the glass figurines on the shelves of the étagère in Mrs. Griggs’s front parlor. Skye shivered, convinced that she might never be warm again. She was trying not to think of what was going on above her head, but while she waited to be questioned by the sheriff, it was hard not to go over and over in her mind her last sight of Mrs. Griggs. Who would do something like that to another human being? Skye closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing her thoughts in another direction. Was her mother all right? Was her father worried about their absence? She knew May was similarly isolated in the breakfast room, and neither of them had been allowed to make any phone calls. She wished the sheriff would come and ask his questions so she could take her mother home, then crawl into bed and pretend this night had never happened. Her fretting was interrupted by the bellow of an angry voice. She listened intently. It was Buck Peterson, and he was reaming out his deputy at the top of his lungs.
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