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Spyglass Lane
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A River Valley Mystery

Book Two

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By

Cynthia Hickey

Copyright 2013

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Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE,
NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®.
Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984
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Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.

Acknowledgements
:

This book is for all my
fans

who
eagerly awaited the
sequel to Deadly Neighbors,

 
to
my husband
for his unfailing support,

To God for the never
ending cornucopia of ideas

Chapter One

“I am clearly not dead, Marsha Calloway. I’m
standing right here.” Mrs. Nina Worth shook a newspaper in my face. “But the
obits clearly state I died two days ago from suspicious circumstances.”

Where was Duane with my car? I stood on
tiptoe, trying in vain to stretch my five-foot-two-inch body enabling me to see
over the people milling in the church parking lot. “What would you have me do,
Mrs. Worth? Why don’t you call the newspaper and explain the mistake?”

“I want you to stop me from dying!” She
wagged the paper closer to my nose. “Suspicious circumstances, Martha. That’s
ominous. And don’t forget that poor Mae died three months ago,
after
seeing her name in the obits.”

“That was ruled an accident.” Oh, where
was Duane? “Her stove exploded.”

“Coincidence, I think not.” Nina took a
deep breath, her hands shaking. “When I wind up dead, you’ll have no one but
yourself to blame, girlie!” She stalked off in pumps the color of Big Bird from
Sesame Street. One of the bird’s feathers fluttered from the silly over-sized
hat she wore.

I shuddered at the eerie warning the
floating feather seemed to give. The feather landed in a puddle and sank.

Nina over-reacted. There was no other
explanation. Besides, why would she think I could do anything? Just because I
solved a crime spree six months ago, did not make me a detective. Duane would
kill me if I got involved in another mystery. He’d probably call off our
wedding, if I had a date planned.

Why I hadn’t decided on a date was beyond
me. I loved the man with everything in me. You’d think I’d rush to be his wife.
I sat on a concrete bench to ponder the reason while I waited for Duane. If he
got stuck talking football, and since he was the high school football coach, it
was a distinct possibility, I could be waiting for quite a while.

I dug my phone out of my purse and texted
him.
Where are you?

Mom, my daughter, Lindsey, and Mom’s new
husband, Leroy, all waved and climbed into Mom’s giant white Cadillac. On
their
way to Wanda’s Diner, no doubt. My stomach rumbled.
Maybe I should have them come back and get me. Duane could meet us there.

Just as I was ready to call for them to
return, Duane pulled up in my sky-blue Prius. I loved that car. Especially after
what I’d endured getting it.
Nothing like murder to make a
purchase sweeter.

“Let’s go to Wanda’s,” I suggested,
sliding into the passenger side. “I’m pretty sure the rest of my family is
headed there.”

He leaned over to give me a kiss. “Sorry,
I’m late. The pastor cornered me, and we argued about the Dallas Cowboy’s
merits. Of which I told him they had none.” He grinned.

“Of course you did.” My Pittsburgh
Steeler loving boyfriend would do no less. “Nina Worth thinks she’s dying
because some prankster put her name in the obituary column of the newspaper.”

“Why’d she hunt you down?” He drove the
car from the parking lot and onto the highway.

“I’m guessing she wants me to find out why.”

He cut me a sideways glance. “No more
mysteries, Marsha. I’m serious.”

“I won’t.” I chewed my pinkie nail. “But
doesn’t it strike you as strange? Especially after Mae Campbell’s death?”

“She had a gas leak.” His tone told me
the discussion was over. “Leave it to the police.”

I sighed and stared out the window until
we pulled up at the Diner. As I’d suspected, my family was there. Mom’s caddy took
up two parking spots.

Duane and I exited the car and walked
inside the diner, his hand warm on the small of my back. I’d never get tired of
his touch. He still gave me goose bumps and sent my heart into overdrive.

“We knew you two would show up.” Mom
motioned for us to sit in the two empty chairs at the table. “This is becoming
a regular Sunday event. Wanda must be so pleased.”

“The place is busy, that’s for sure.” I
stepped aside while Duane pulled out my chair. “Y’all must have called ahead.”

“I did,” Leroy said.

“What did Nina want?” Mom hooked her
purse on the back of her chair. “She looked upset.”

“Her name is in the obituaries.” I blew a
kiss at Lindsey, grateful for any time my teenager would spend in my company.

“Like Mae’s?” Mom’s eyes widened. “That’s
a bad omen, Marsha. You know it is.”

Duane sighed and reached for a menu.
“Here we go.”

“Oh, stop.” I slapped his shoulder. “I
told her to call the paper and explain the mistake. Obviously, she isn’t dead,
and she looked healthy enough to me.”

“Another mystery to solve sounds like
fun.” Mom folded her arms on the table.

“No!” Duane and Leroy yelled in unison,
attracting the attention of everyone within hearing distance.

“Hush.” Mom frowned. “You’re making a
scene. What if something happens to Nina? It’ll be our fault for not taking her
seriously. I always thought something was fishy about Mae’s gas leak. That
townhouse of hers was only ten years old.”

“Gas leaks can happen anytime,” Duane
explained. “I don’t want Marsha involved.”

Mom and I exchanged exasperated looks.
Men. “It won’t hurt to make a phone call,” I insisted. “Just one tiny call to
the newspaper.”

“Or one call a day to check on Nina.” Mom
pointed her finger at him. “Folks like to know people care. She’s an old woman
who doesn’t have anything outside of church and that quilting club she belongs
to.”

“Quilting club?” First I’d heard of it.
“Do they buy their supplies from us?” Most crafters around River Valley spent
their craft dollars at Gifts from Country Heaven. Mom made me her official
partner two months ago, giving me a sense of pride in the store. Owner sounded
much better than employee.

“Yes, Marsha. No need for you to hound
them. They meet there once a month to plan their projects, but they need a
place to meet when they actually work on them, so they don’t have to house hop.
Leroy is going to build a back room onto the shop, and we can rent it out to
crafters. Isn’t that a great idea?”

“It is.” I raised my eyebrows. Usually,
Mom asked me for the new ideas. I shrugged. The newness of her newlywed status
would wear off soon enough. No reason for me to feel as if my toes were getting
stepped on. Besides, if Leroy wanted a part in the business, it made less work
for me.

Duane grabbed my hand under the table and
gave it a loving squeeze. As usual, he’d read my mind and felt the need to
reassure me. I smiled, returned his squeeze, and turned to the waitress. “A
bacon cheeseburger, no onions, and sweet potato fries. Oh, and a large Diet
Coke. Thanks.” I handed her the laminated menu and sat back while the others
ordered.

Bruce Barnett, River Valley’s very own
Barney Fife, barged through the diner doors, his skinny chest puffed out like a
Banty
rooster. He scanned the room with a narrow-eyed
gaze,
then
marched to a stool at the counter. The man
always acted as if everything was an emergency.

I glanced out the window. He’d parked his
squad car behind Mom’s Cadillac. Here we go again. He’d take a leisurely lunch,
making sure she waited a sufficient amount of time, as punishment for taking up
two prime parking spots. Why didn’t he give Mom a parking ticket and stop the
silly feud?

“The nerve of that man!” Mom stood up
fast enough to send her chair crashing into the person sitting behind her.
“Sorry,” she tossed over her shoulder before marching to the lunch counter.
“Move your car this instant.”

Bruce sipped his mug of coffee, acting as
if he couldn’t hear her, which he could. I’m sure folks in the next county
could hear her. “Excuse me, Mrs.
Bohan
? Do you have a
problem I can help with?”

“You heard me.” Mom planted fists on her
rounded hips. “You deliberately blocked my car.”

“The same way you deliberately took up
two parking spots.” He carefully set his mug back in its saucer.

“That is to prevent dings in my paint
job.”

“Still not acceptable.”

“Not against the law.”

“It’s rude.”

Good grief. I stood and gave Mom ‘the
look’. “Get back over here before Wanda kicks us out.” I turned to glare at
Leroy. “Control your wife.”

His bushy eyebrows almost disappeared
under his hairline. “There’s no controlling her, you know that. I’ve resigned
myself to the fact it’s only a matter of time before I have to bail her out of
jail.”

By this time, Mom and Bruce were standing
nose-to-nose. They looked like two schoolyard kids having a staring contest.

“For crying out loud!” I stomped over and
pulled Mom back to her seat. “Act your age. You’re setting a bad example for
your granddaughter.”

“No, she isn’t,” Lindsey said, dipping a
French fry into a glob of ketchup. “I think it’s hilarious. All my friends love
Grandma.”

I hadn’t noticed lunch being delivered
while I refereed Mom and our Deputy Do-Right, but my stomach growled in appreciation
as I sat down and hefted the quarter-pounder burger. I bit into beef
perfection. A blob of ketchup plopped onto my chest. I sighed and grabbed a
napkin. My natural food catchers never failed to do their job. Now, my favorite
teal blouse had a stain.

“I can get that out.” Mom waved a fork
full of potato salad at me. “Oxy-Clean, that’s the way to do laundry.”

“Yes, I know.” I kept my eye on her
waving utensil, expecting a face full of her lunch at any moment.

Leroy must have seen the panic on my face,
because he lowered Mom’s arm and winked. “Yes,
Gertie
,
you’re an undisputed wonder at doing laundry.”

“And don’t anyone forget it. I could
teach lessons and make a good living, probably.” She stared into space. “The
next Queen of …Whatever. Laundry doesn’t sound quite right, does it?”

The bell over the diner’s front door
jingled and Nina marched in and right over to Bruce. She tapped her foot,
muttered something I couldn’t hear, and stormed back out to the parking lot. I
craned my neck to see what she’d do next.

She glanced right then left, and then
proceeded to beat Bruce’s squad car with her purse. I paused from eating, a
sweet potato fry halfway to my mouth. By this time, everyone in the diner had
their attention focused outside. Bruce cursed, grabbed his hat and dashed outside.
He grabbed Nina’s arm and attempted to pull her away from his car.

She kicked him in the shin with one of
her yellow Big Bird shoes.

“Wow.” I lunged to my feet and outside
into the fray, dodging Duane’s arm as it shot out to stop me. This was better
entertainment than going to the movies.

“That’s assault.” Bruce rubbed his shin.

“Then arrest me.” Nina hit him in the
head.

I skidded to a halt. “What’s going on?”

“I want to go to jail.” Nina tilted her
chin and crossed her arms. “This…this…baboon, refuses to arrest me.” She raised
her hand to strike again.

“Stop hitting me, you old bat!” Bruce
unhooked his handcuffs from his belt. “You want to go to jail, fine. You’re
going to jail.”

“Thank you, Jesus!” Nina grinned, showing
a gap in her bottom teeth.

“Wait.” I stepped up and took her arm,
peering into her face. “Why do you want to go to jail?”

“Well, I figure they’ll keep me for about
thirty days for assaulting a police officer.” She ducked her head as Bruce put
her in the back of his car. “Once that thirty days is over, I’m safe. Mae died
exactly thirty days after her obit appeared in the paper.”