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Authors: Joyce Lavene, Jim Lavene
Tags: female sleuth, cozy mystery
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she’d do, Sarah decided with a quick glance at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.
There wasn’t any time to waste. She ran back down the stairs and left for the real estate office. She thought about the rice trick Jack had mentioned but didn’t have any rice to try it. She had a maintenance plan on her phone, but she’d have to go to Suffolk to figure that out. If anyone called, they’d have to wait for updates on what she was doing.
Mace was pacing his small office, one of the few buildings at the crossroads of the two highways that had created Misty River. “I was beginning to worry that you weren’t coming, Ms. Tucker.”
Sarah could hear the sigh of relief in his voice as he shook her hand.
“Sorry,” she said. “I had an accident, and it took longer to get here than I thought.”
“I hope it wasn’t anything serious.” A man possibly in his early forties came out of a side room. He was well-dressed, with black, close-cut hair and a winning smile. “I’m Leland Drake. Let’s do this thing and make some money.”
Chapter Seven
They sat down together at a table by a window that looked out at the parking lot. Dozens of large trucks whizzed by on both highways, going quickly through the intersection, barely noticing the small community. There was a green sign at both sides of the intersection that proudly proclaimed Misty River but no population number since the town was unincorporated.
Sarah accepted a cup of coffee from Mace. It was terrible, but at least it was warm. Her hands were still cold from the river.
“I understand how I’m going to make money,” she said to Leland since he’d brought it up. “How are you going to make money?”
“I’ll be happy to share. May I call you Sarah? I feel like I know you. I knew your family years ago.”
“Sure.”
He rubbed his hands together. “Your property is pivotal to my plans. You have the longest river frontage in the county. A new, state-wide Blue Way is in the works. It includes two spots on Misty River. One of them will be on your land—my land—complete with a general store where canoers can purchase what they need. The other spot on the river is on my family’s property near the county line.”
Sarah understood why Jack had taken her to the river. She wasn’t sure what he’d hoped to gain unless it was trying to get her to feel nostalgic before she learned about the plans for the farm.
Misty River was as famous for its gossip as any other small town. She wasn’t hooked into it because she didn’t live there. Jack knew because he heard everything.
Part of her had been hoping that some family wanted the farm because they wanted to live there and raise a family as her grandparents and great-grandparents had. It wasn’t practical, not in this day and age, despite what Mr. Pope had said. She felt sad that no other little girl would visit her family there and experience all the joys she had. On the other hand, at least Leland didn’t want to build condos. She was going to have to take what good she could from this.
“I have the contracts ready right here.” Mace’s lawyer put out three sets of papers and gave each of them a pen with the name of his real estate company on it. “Whenever you’re ready, read through everything. I marked the spaces where you should sign beside your typed names. Then we can all go home happy.”
“What about the property being the scene of a crime?” Sarah felt she should ask to be honest about the circumstances.
“Not to worry,” the lawyer told her. “Since the buyer has been apprised of the situation, we can go ahead with the deal.”
She was happy that it would be over. She pushed aside her feeling of sadness and loss. The chances were good that Jack was wrong. Wherever her grandparents had gone, they weren’t coming back. She couldn’t stay here to look for them. She had to sign the papers, get her things together, and go home. She could
There wasn’t any time to waste. She ran back down the stairs and left for the real estate office. She thought about the rice trick Jack had mentioned but didn’t have any rice to try it. She had a maintenance plan on her phone, but she’d have to go to Suffolk to figure that out. If anyone called, they’d have to wait for updates on what she was doing.
Mace was pacing his small office, one of the few buildings at the crossroads of the two highways that had created Misty River. “I was beginning to worry that you weren’t coming, Ms. Tucker.”
Sarah could hear the sigh of relief in his voice as he shook her hand.
“Sorry,” she said. “I had an accident, and it took longer to get here than I thought.”
“I hope it wasn’t anything serious.” A man possibly in his early forties came out of a side room. He was well-dressed, with black, close-cut hair and a winning smile. “I’m Leland Drake. Let’s do this thing and make some money.”
Chapter Seven
They sat down together at a table by a window that looked out at the parking lot. Dozens of large trucks whizzed by on both highways, going quickly through the intersection, barely noticing the small community. There was a green sign at both sides of the intersection that proudly proclaimed Misty River but no population number since the town was unincorporated.
Sarah accepted a cup of coffee from Mace. It was terrible, but at least it was warm. Her hands were still cold from the river.
“I understand how I’m going to make money,” she said to Leland since he’d brought it up. “How are you going to make money?”
“I’ll be happy to share. May I call you Sarah? I feel like I know you. I knew your family years ago.”
“Sure.”
He rubbed his hands together. “Your property is pivotal to my plans. You have the longest river frontage in the county. A new, state-wide Blue Way is in the works. It includes two spots on Misty River. One of them will be on your land—my land—complete with a general store where canoers can purchase what they need. The other spot on the river is on my family’s property near the county line.”
Sarah understood why Jack had taken her to the river. She wasn’t sure what he’d hoped to gain unless it was trying to get her to feel nostalgic before she learned about the plans for the farm.
Misty River was as famous for its gossip as any other small town. She wasn’t hooked into it because she didn’t live there. Jack knew because he heard everything.
Part of her had been hoping that some family wanted the farm because they wanted to live there and raise a family as her grandparents and great-grandparents had. It wasn’t practical, not in this day and age, despite what Mr. Pope had said. She felt sad that no other little girl would visit her family there and experience all the joys she had. On the other hand, at least Leland didn’t want to build condos. She was going to have to take what good she could from this.
“I have the contracts ready right here.” Mace’s lawyer put out three sets of papers and gave each of them a pen with the name of his real estate company on it. “Whenever you’re ready, read through everything. I marked the spaces where you should sign beside your typed names. Then we can all go home happy.”
“What about the property being the scene of a crime?” Sarah felt she should ask to be honest about the circumstances.
“Not to worry,” the lawyer told her. “Since the buyer has been apprised of the situation, we can go ahead with the deal.”
She was happy that it would be over. She pushed aside her feeling of sadness and loss. The chances were good that Jack was wrong. Wherever her grandparents had gone, they weren’t coming back. She couldn’t stay here to look for them. She had to sign the papers, get her things together, and go home. She could
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