an acquaintance than a friend. In fact, I only just met her a short while ago.â
âYou loathed the woman,â Walt smirked.
Ignoring Waltâs comment, Danielle said, âI met her through the historical society. She was a board member. I think Iâve mentioned her before. She was the one who found the gold coins at Ianâs house.â
Abandoning the partially eaten sandwich on her plate, Hillary looked over at Danielle with keen interest. âShe was the one who thought she should be able to keep them, right?â
âYeah, thatâs what she thought. But now the poor woman is dead.â
âDo you know the details?â Hillary asked.
Danielle shrugged. âNot really. Probably no more than what Joanne told you.â
âI donât believe that,â Walt scoffed.
âSo what did you do today?â Danielle asked.
âMy muse finally spoke to me!â Hillary said brightly.
âYou started your book?â
âOh yes. Iâve been writing all day. Itâs so exhilarating. Nothing like it; when a story grabs me, I can do nothing but write.â
âSheâs not kidding,â Walt said. âShe was still up when I went to the attic last night after midnight, and this morning, when I came back downstairs, I could hear her clicking away on a typewriter. I thought you told me people donât use typewriters anymore?â
âIâve been meaning to ask you, I noticed the typewriter in your room. Donât you write on a computer?â Danielle asked.
âI donât like writing on a computer,â Hillary told her. âStifles my creativity. Mr. Royal has been my loyal assistant for over fifty years.â
Danielle frowned. âMr. Royal?â
âMy Royal typewriter. It belonged to my father.â
âI didnât realize you could still buy typewriter ribbon,â Danielle muttered.
âCertainly.â
âI saw her typewriter,â Walt told Danielle. âIt isnât even an electric one.â
âCan you tell me what your storyâs about?â Danielle asked.
Hillaryâs thin pale lips crinkled as she broke into a sly smile. âI never talk about my story during the early stage. Itâs bad luck. But I must say, I feel good about this one. I knew coming to Marlow House was the right thing for me.â
âHow do you mean?â Danielle asked.
âIâve been experiencing such a bad case of writerâs block. Something told me coming here would prime my creative pump and it has! When I returned from my walk last night, I felt exhilarated! I just knew my dry spell was over!â
âIâm happy for you.â Danielle smiled.
Hillary stood up and carried her plate to the sink. âIf youâll excuse me, Danielle. I need to get back to work. Iâll keep my door closed, but if my typing bothers you, please let me know. I could always come downstairs and write.â
âNo, your typing doesnât bother me. Iâve never even heard it.â
âWonderful.â Hillary started to rinse her plate off, but Danielle told her to leave it, she would take care of it. Grateful, Hillary flashed Danielle a smile, set the plate in the sink, and hurried from the kitchen.
âHow can you not hear the typing? I could hear it up in the attic,â Walt asked.
Danielle went to the sink and finished rinsing Hillaryâs plate before placing it in the dishwasher. âI donât know. Maybe Iâm just a heavy sleeper.â
Walt watched Danielle for a moment as she wiped down the counter with a paper towel. Finally, he asked, âSo thereâs a killer on the loose in Frederickport?â
âAfraid so.â Danielle tossed the paper towel into the trash can and turned to face Walt.
âPerhaps whoever killed Jolene has already left town. No reason to stick around and risk getting arrested.â
âThe chief seems to feel it wasnât a
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