world.â
âThe way I see it, Abby, Lucas needs a good woman in his life. The whole town felt bad when his wife passed away so young, being pregnant and all. Iâd just like to be there for him.â
Abby smiled. You and every other single woman between twenty and sixty. But your heartfelt sentiment is sweet. Kat was gorgeous, openly flirty, intensely funny, and had a heart of gold. If Kat wanted to start something with Lucas, Abby wouldnât stand in the way.
âHas he asked you out?â Abby asked, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.
âNot yet,â Kat replied. âAnd I never seem to catch him here at the feed store.â
Her spirits suddenly buoyed, Abby grinned . âSo people donât usually dress up to buy feed. What were you going to tell him you were shopping for?â
âDunno. Donât have any pets. Thereâs a mouse in my house. Maybe a trap?â
âSeriously?â Abby snorted. âWouldnât that be just the thing? A trap?â
Kat chuckled. âI see what you mean.â She glanced at her watch. âListen. I have to go in a minute, but about the estate sale . . . Iâve heard there will be lots of antiques and dishes and farm tools.â
âGreat,â said Abby, relieved the conversation had taken a new direction.
âI happen to know that old lady Richardson collected gobs of fine china. Iâll be looking for porcelain and pottery marks while you hunt for garden stuff and old books.â
âYou know I like good china, too,â Abby replied. âBut back to Fiona for a moment. I saw a box or two of old gardening books in her shop that she planned to donate. What do you suppose will happen to those volumes?â
Katâs brow puckered. âI couldnât say. At some point, thereâll have to be a funeral. Might be a good time to ask her brother, who has to settle her affairs.â
âTo hear Fiona tell it, he was the only stable person in her crazy quilt of a life. Howâs he taking her death?â Abby asked.
âLike a man who has lost a loved one to a murderer. Heâs grieving. Wants her killer brought to justice.â
Abby nodded. âWe all want that. What did Fionaâs autopsy reveal?â
Kat glanced at her watch again. âCardiac arrest due to asphyxia was the cause of death. No trauma to the body. The coronerâs report is inconclusive. And, as you know, the toxicology report takes as long as it takes. For now, thatâs about all we have.â
âAsphyxia?â Abby blinked with bafflement. âDrowning causes asphyxia. Inhaling a toxic gas causes asphyxia. Choking . . .â
âBefore you ask me if she was choked,â Kat said, âthe answer is no. There were no marks on her neck or the rest of her body.â
âWell, thatâs just weird,â Abby said. She recalled Fionaâs body in the car, with the front windows down. Fiona was seated behind the wheel and was leaning back in the seat. But her feet, as far as Abby could tell, didnât quite reach the brake or the gas pedal.
âYou and I were a great team, Abby. We still are. But Chief Bob Allen told me not to involve you in this case, so what I tell you can go no further. Abigail, Iâm dead serious about the need for secrecy. Otherwise, I could lose my job.â Katâs expression reflected the sober reality of what she apparently felt.
âI would never do or say anything to jeopardize your job, Kat. I hope you know that.â Abby suddenly lurched as Sugar pulled against the leash with a high-pitched yip , yip , yip , apparently after spotting a pair of squirrels scrambling along a limb of the tree.
Kat nodded. âOf course, but I need assurances that weâre on the same page. So, hereâs a scoop. Fire investigators say an accelerant was used, but the coroner says no smoke or soot in her lungs, meaningââ
âFiona was dead when someone
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