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Authors: Anne Canadeo
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Under different circumstances. But it hadn’t helped to dredge up all those old stories about Amanda. Lucy didn’t think this was a good time to point that out to her, though.
“Dana’s right,” Lucy said calmly. “The police must be questioning everyone who had problems with Amanda, and that’s a long list. Longer than we even know.”
“And what about Peter?” Dana leaned back and crossed her legs, covered by knee-high, black leather boots. “Peter had a truckload of problems with his wife and definitely has the most to gain by her death.”
“Certainly more than I do,” Maggie cut in.
“Absolutely,” Dana agreed. “Jack said their separation agreement was never signed. So Peter still stands to inherit any property or savings they held in common. He’ll collect any insurance benefit, too.”
“He did find her body,” Maggie reminded them.
“And came out of the house covered with her blood,” Dana added.
Maggie picked up a skein of yarn from the table. She fitted it on her wooden umbrella swift, which was clamped to the table rim, and started rolling the yarn into a ball.
“That’s how it always ends up in the movies,” Maggie reminded them. “The husband or wife did it. It’s a known fact that most murder victims are killed by someone familiar to them. I must have read it somewhere.”
“I’ve heard that, too, but…sorry, I just can’t see it,” Lucy admitted. “Unless Peter Goran has a dark side. A very hidden dark side,” she added.
Maggie suddenly stopped rolling and looked up. “The police think I have a dark side. Why can’t Peter Goran have one?”
“Oh, Maggie. No they don’t,” Dana insisted.
Maggie met her glance but didn’t seem much calmer. “Thanks, Dana. But I think I’d better call your husband. I think I need to find a good lawyer.”
Chapter Three
S oon after the detectives left the Black Sheep, customers began to drift in. Dana returned to her office and Maggie gathered materials for a class that would start at 11:00 called It’s a Wrap!: Ponchos, Stoles and Wraps for Beginners.
Lucy lingered, paging through a new pattern magazine that featured spring styles. She couldn’t help but overhear the conversations swirling around her, mostly about Amanda Goran’s murder. The event had shaken the town but truly shocked the knitting community. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a man walk in the store. He stood at the counter and gazed around curiously. Lucy walked up to him. “Can I help you with something?” she asked him.
“I’m looking for Ms. Messina?”
Lucy looked him over. Middle-aged, wearing a dress shirt and tie under his down jacket. Another detective? Oh…she hoped not.
“And you are?” Lucy asked.
He offered her a business card and an eager smile. “Gladiator Security. I wondered if she wants to update her alarm system. There have been some serious break-ins around town,” he added in a solemn tone.
“So we’ve heard,” Lucy replied.
It had started; Plum Harbor shopkeepers were circling the wagons. This guy was enterprising, she had to hand it to him.
“Ms. Messina is back there, at the big table. The woman with the curly brown hair,” Lucy told him.
Maggie might be annoyed at her later for not just turning the salesman away. But Lucy was so relieved to find out he wasn’t another police officer, she didn’t think of brushing him off until it was too late.
Lucy spent the rest of the day and night at home at her computer, slogging away on her freelance project. Once she was immersed in her work, it was easy to forget that it was Saturday night and she had no social life. Probably not the healthiest way to cope with the situation, she knew. But what the heck, so far it was workin’ for her.
On Sunday morning, she woke to the sound of Suzanne’s chipper voice on the answering machine.
“Hey, Lucy. This is your wakeup call. We’re going to that free yoga class this morning, remember? I’ll be by to pick you
“Dana’s right,” Lucy said calmly. “The police must be questioning everyone who had problems with Amanda, and that’s a long list. Longer than we even know.”
“And what about Peter?” Dana leaned back and crossed her legs, covered by knee-high, black leather boots. “Peter had a truckload of problems with his wife and definitely has the most to gain by her death.”
“Certainly more than I do,” Maggie cut in.
“Absolutely,” Dana agreed. “Jack said their separation agreement was never signed. So Peter still stands to inherit any property or savings they held in common. He’ll collect any insurance benefit, too.”
“He did find her body,” Maggie reminded them.
“And came out of the house covered with her blood,” Dana added.
Maggie picked up a skein of yarn from the table. She fitted it on her wooden umbrella swift, which was clamped to the table rim, and started rolling the yarn into a ball.
“That’s how it always ends up in the movies,” Maggie reminded them. “The husband or wife did it. It’s a known fact that most murder victims are killed by someone familiar to them. I must have read it somewhere.”
“I’ve heard that, too, but…sorry, I just can’t see it,” Lucy admitted. “Unless Peter Goran has a dark side. A very hidden dark side,” she added.
Maggie suddenly stopped rolling and looked up. “The police think I have a dark side. Why can’t Peter Goran have one?”
“Oh, Maggie. No they don’t,” Dana insisted.
Maggie met her glance but didn’t seem much calmer. “Thanks, Dana. But I think I’d better call your husband. I think I need to find a good lawyer.”
Chapter Three
S oon after the detectives left the Black Sheep, customers began to drift in. Dana returned to her office and Maggie gathered materials for a class that would start at 11:00 called It’s a Wrap!: Ponchos, Stoles and Wraps for Beginners.
Lucy lingered, paging through a new pattern magazine that featured spring styles. She couldn’t help but overhear the conversations swirling around her, mostly about Amanda Goran’s murder. The event had shaken the town but truly shocked the knitting community. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a man walk in the store. He stood at the counter and gazed around curiously. Lucy walked up to him. “Can I help you with something?” she asked him.
“I’m looking for Ms. Messina?”
Lucy looked him over. Middle-aged, wearing a dress shirt and tie under his down jacket. Another detective? Oh…she hoped not.
“And you are?” Lucy asked.
He offered her a business card and an eager smile. “Gladiator Security. I wondered if she wants to update her alarm system. There have been some serious break-ins around town,” he added in a solemn tone.
“So we’ve heard,” Lucy replied.
It had started; Plum Harbor shopkeepers were circling the wagons. This guy was enterprising, she had to hand it to him.
“Ms. Messina is back there, at the big table. The woman with the curly brown hair,” Lucy told him.
Maggie might be annoyed at her later for not just turning the salesman away. But Lucy was so relieved to find out he wasn’t another police officer, she didn’t think of brushing him off until it was too late.
Lucy spent the rest of the day and night at home at her computer, slogging away on her freelance project. Once she was immersed in her work, it was easy to forget that it was Saturday night and she had no social life. Probably not the healthiest way to cope with the situation, she knew. But what the heck, so far it was workin’ for her.
On Sunday morning, she woke to the sound of Suzanne’s chipper voice on the answering machine.
“Hey, Lucy. This is your wakeup call. We’re going to that free yoga class this morning, remember? I’ll be by to pick you
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