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buy some on the way home. And bagels and cream cheese.”
“Is everyone coming?” Joy asked.
“As far as I know.”
“Good. All suspects will be on board.”
“I’m pretty sure Len was looking into the window to get Felicity’s attention. They had a date that evening, but Felicity caved when Corinne made her go to the meeting. She didn’t want her sister to find out about her relationship with Len.”
Joy frowned. “I bet she didn’t. Corinne is one control freak. She all but tells Felicity when to go to the bathroom. On the other hand, Felicity has a screw loose. She had no business getting involved with a gonzo at least ten years older than her.”
“That is, if they really were involved and the romance wasn’t a figment of Felicity’s imagination.”
“Also a viable possibility,” Joy said.
“Felicity mentioned spending time in a hospital.”
“She did, about three years ago. It was around the time they bought the house. Corinne moved in alone and Felicity joined her a few months later. Corinne told anyone who asked that her sister was away on a trip. Her story sounded phony, so I checked it out. Turns out Felicity had been a patient at Herring House for several months.”
“The psychiatric hospital,” I mused. “I’m not surprised. She seems so fragile.”
“And naïve,” Joy added. “I’d worry about her if she were my sister.”
I shuddered as I wondered where my own sister was right now, frightened and on her own.
“It’s interesting how all the book club members knew Len Lyons,” Joy said. “Maybe one of them killed him. The Billingses and Tim assume he robbed them after making repairs in their homes.”
I suddenly remembered. “The other night I saw Evan talking to a goliath of a man at the bowling alley.”
“What were you doing at a bowling alley?” Joy asked, amused. “I didn’t know you belonged to a bowling league.”
“I met my friend Rosie there,” I explained. “The alley’s halfway between here and her house.”
“Okay,” Joy said, sounding unconvinced. “I’ll check out the Billingses’ history, along with Sadie’s, the twisted sisters’, and Tim’s.”
I laughed. “You and I are excluded.”
“Of course,” Joy said gaily. “We’re the detectives.”
The waitress arrived with our order. I sipped my coffee.
“But I’m afraid Gayle’s not excluded,” Joy said.
For a moment, I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Your sister showed up at your place for a reason, Lexie. To see the whole picture, we have to find out why.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“I think it’s safe to say The Daughter of Time is a one-of-a-kind mystery,” I said, making eye contact with each of the members of the book club.
All seven of them, including the few chomping away on cream cheese-smeared bagels, nodded in agreement. Joy winked to let me know she was about to start things rolling.
Tim chuckled. “Amazing how drawing logical conclusions from old but verified reports proves Richard the Third never murdered his nephews.”
“And points a finger at Henry The Seventh,” Joy said. “Tey makes a good case that he ordered the murder of the two princes, then did away with everyone standing between himself and the throne.”
“And got away with it scot-free,” I added.
“The king had total power in those days,” Sadie mused. “He killed whomever he pleased.”
“Let’s not forget that Henry the Seventh grabbed the throne after Edward the Fourth died in battle,” Evan said.
Felicity shivered. “Murder was so common in those days. On the battlefield and at court.”
“Poison was a popular means of disposal,” Corinne commented. “Which was why rulers often had someone taste their food before eating it.”
“And the murdering goes on,” Joy said blithely. “Are you forgetting the dead body that turned up in Lexie’s backyard?”
Odd that no one had mentioned it till now. I watched them exchange glances in pairs—the
“Is everyone coming?” Joy asked.
“As far as I know.”
“Good. All suspects will be on board.”
“I’m pretty sure Len was looking into the window to get Felicity’s attention. They had a date that evening, but Felicity caved when Corinne made her go to the meeting. She didn’t want her sister to find out about her relationship with Len.”
Joy frowned. “I bet she didn’t. Corinne is one control freak. She all but tells Felicity when to go to the bathroom. On the other hand, Felicity has a screw loose. She had no business getting involved with a gonzo at least ten years older than her.”
“That is, if they really were involved and the romance wasn’t a figment of Felicity’s imagination.”
“Also a viable possibility,” Joy said.
“Felicity mentioned spending time in a hospital.”
“She did, about three years ago. It was around the time they bought the house. Corinne moved in alone and Felicity joined her a few months later. Corinne told anyone who asked that her sister was away on a trip. Her story sounded phony, so I checked it out. Turns out Felicity had been a patient at Herring House for several months.”
“The psychiatric hospital,” I mused. “I’m not surprised. She seems so fragile.”
“And naïve,” Joy added. “I’d worry about her if she were my sister.”
I shuddered as I wondered where my own sister was right now, frightened and on her own.
“It’s interesting how all the book club members knew Len Lyons,” Joy said. “Maybe one of them killed him. The Billingses and Tim assume he robbed them after making repairs in their homes.”
I suddenly remembered. “The other night I saw Evan talking to a goliath of a man at the bowling alley.”
“What were you doing at a bowling alley?” Joy asked, amused. “I didn’t know you belonged to a bowling league.”
“I met my friend Rosie there,” I explained. “The alley’s halfway between here and her house.”
“Okay,” Joy said, sounding unconvinced. “I’ll check out the Billingses’ history, along with Sadie’s, the twisted sisters’, and Tim’s.”
I laughed. “You and I are excluded.”
“Of course,” Joy said gaily. “We’re the detectives.”
The waitress arrived with our order. I sipped my coffee.
“But I’m afraid Gayle’s not excluded,” Joy said.
For a moment, I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Your sister showed up at your place for a reason, Lexie. To see the whole picture, we have to find out why.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“I think it’s safe to say The Daughter of Time is a one-of-a-kind mystery,” I said, making eye contact with each of the members of the book club.
All seven of them, including the few chomping away on cream cheese-smeared bagels, nodded in agreement. Joy winked to let me know she was about to start things rolling.
Tim chuckled. “Amazing how drawing logical conclusions from old but verified reports proves Richard the Third never murdered his nephews.”
“And points a finger at Henry The Seventh,” Joy said. “Tey makes a good case that he ordered the murder of the two princes, then did away with everyone standing between himself and the throne.”
“And got away with it scot-free,” I added.
“The king had total power in those days,” Sadie mused. “He killed whomever he pleased.”
“Let’s not forget that Henry the Seventh grabbed the throne after Edward the Fourth died in battle,” Evan said.
Felicity shivered. “Murder was so common in those days. On the battlefield and at court.”
“Poison was a popular means of disposal,” Corinne commented. “Which was why rulers often had someone taste their food before eating it.”
“And the murdering goes on,” Joy said blithely. “Are you forgetting the dead body that turned up in Lexie’s backyard?”
Odd that no one had mentioned it till now. I watched them exchange glances in pairs—the
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