Миранда Джеймс - Digging Up The Dirt

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The New York Times bestselling author of Dead with the Wind and Bless Her Dead Little Heart is back with more of those sleuthing Southern belles, the Ducote sisters...
An’gel and Dickce Ducote, busy with plans for the Athena Garden Club’s spring tour of grand old homes, are having trouble getting the other club members to help. The rest of the group is all a-flutter now that dashing and still-eligible Hadley Partridge is back to restore his family mansion. But the idle chatter soon turns deadly serious when a body turns up on the Partridge estate after a storm... The remains might belong to Hadley’s long-lost sister-in-law, Callie, who everyone thought ran off with Hadley years ago. And if it’s not Callie, who could it be? As the Ducotes begin uncovering secrets, they discover that more than one person in Athena would kill to be Mrs. Partridge. Now An’gel and Dickce will need to get their hands dirty if they hope to reveal a killer’s deep-buried motives before someone else’s name is mud...

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“That’s about the best I can do,” Dickce said. “I do remember, though, that she was slender, like Callie, and about the same height.” She paused for a sip of brandy. “Maybe I should have asked Mrs. Simpson for a picture of her I could borrow. I didn’t think about it at the time, though.”

“She might have thought that it was a strange request,” An’gel said.

“You’re probably right.”

“I wonder if there are any pictures of her at Ashton Hall,” An’gel said. “We might ask Hadley.”

“What reason could we give for asking for a picture of a former housemaid?” Dickce asked.

“Good point.” An’gel thought for a moment longer, then felt foolish as a memory surfaced. “ We have a picture of her. I just remembered.”

“We do?” Dickce said. “Why do we have a picture of her?”

“From that big party we had here that last Christmas before Hadley left and Callie disappeared. Don’t you remember?”

Dickce nodded. “Now that you mention it, I do. Didn’t Coriander Simpson come over to help Clementine supervise the caterer’s staff that evening?”

“She did,” An’gel said. “The question is, where are the picture albums from back then? You packed a bunch of them away, didn’t you, about fifteen years ago?”

“I did,” Dickce said. “I know exactly where they are, too. Unfortunately, we can’t get at them tonight.”

“Why?” An’gel asked. “Where are they?”

“In the Athena College archives,” Dickce replied. “That particular Christmas party was a fund-raiser for the library. They needed money for something—can’t remember now what it was—and we hosted the event. Eulalie Estes asked me for them, and I didn’t see any need for us to keep them.”

“I’d forgotten it was a fund-raiser,” An’gel said. “I guess we’ll have to go by the archives tomorrow and visit with Charlie and Diesel and get a copy of any picture we can find with Coriander in it.”

“After we get the car to the body shop,” Dickce said. “It’s always fun to visit Charlie and Diesel.”

“That takes care of our morning,” An’gel said. “I think we need to talk to Hadley in the afternoon. I know Kanesha has probably already questioned him more than once, but she probably didn’t ask him everything I plan to.”

“Do you think we ought to tell her what we’re doing?” Dickce said. “She might prefer that we keep our noses out of this.”

“We’re simply going to be talking to an old and dear friend about memories from the past,” An’gel said. “I can’t see the harm in that. Besides, I think we’re more likely to get Hadley to open up to us than Kanesha is. He’s hiding something, I’m almost sure of it, and I intend to find out what it is. If it helps put an end to this situation, then Kanesha will be happy to have the information.”

“Hadley’s more likely to open up to you , you mean,” Dickce said.

An’gel didn’t care for the mischievous glint in her sister’s eye. She wished Dickce would give up trying to needle her about Hadley. She was tired of it, and she was having a hard enough time suppressing certain memories without Dickce’s teasing to keep them resurfacing.

“I’m feeling tired. I’m going up to bed.” An’gel rose. “Would you mind taking my snifter to the kitchen?”

“Not at all,” Dickce said. “You have had an unusual day, and I’m sure you’re ready to put it behind you. Go on up, and I’ll make sure everything is locked up for the night.”

“Thank you, Sister.” An’gel appreciated how sweet Dickce could be when she wasn’t feeling her best.

She climbed the stairs slowly. She could feel the stiffness in her back and knew it might be worse in the morning. Her neck was a bit sore as well. She decided a nice hot soak in a tub with Epsom salts might be exactly what she needed to help with her back. Their mother had always sworn by Epsom salts for a variety of issues, and over the years An’gel and Dickce had realized the benefits of their mother’s advice. With her plan in mind, An’gel headed straight for her bathroom to begin filling the tub.

The next morning An’gel felt only a slight stiffness when she awoke, and she hoped a hot shower would soon put that right. The soreness in her neck had diminished a bit, but if it persisted she would probably have to have it x-rayed, she realized.

She called their insurance agent at eight o’clock, and he promised to have everything taken care of. He would contact the sheriff’s department in case they wanted someone at the body shop to examine the car further before repairs began.

By nine o’clock, An’gel and Dickce were finished at the body shop. Dickce drove them to Athena College in the rental car the insurance agent had arranged for them and parked near the antebellum home that served as the offices of the library’s director as well as the home of the rare book collection and college archives.

They stopped to chat briefly with Melba Gilley, the director’s administrative assistant, before continuing upstairs to the archive. An’gel had called Charlie Harris from the body shop to make sure he would be available and that he would have time to help them find the pictures they sought.

An’gel knocked on the open door, and Charlie Harris looked up from his desk. His face broke into a wide smile as he rose and came around the desk to greet them. Right behind him came Diesel, his Maine Coon. Diesel was Charlie’s constant companion, and An’gel and Dickce were as fond of the cat as they were the man.

“Miss An’gel, Miss Dickce, this is such a pleasant surprise,” Charlie said. “It seems like ages since we’ve seen you. You’re both looking well.”

He had two chairs already arranged for them, and in his usual courtly fashion, he made sure they were seated comfortably. Diesel had to warble for each of them in turn and have his head scratched. His greetings completed, he stretched out on the floor between their chairs.

“It has been ages, Charlie,” An’gel said. “You’re looking well, and Diesel looks as handsome and spoiled as ever.”

Charlie laughed. “We’re doing fine, and we’re both glad to see you. What can we do for you this morning? You said you needed to look at some pictures you gave to the archive back in Miss Eulalie’s time, I believe.”

“Yes, they’re pictures from a fund-raiser at Riverhill that we held for the library’s benefit. Eulalie asked for the pictures fifteen years ago, though the party actually took place four decades ago.”

“I see,” Charlie said. “I’ve been looking through our records, and I’m pretty sure I know where the photographs are. Miss Eulalie kept excellent track of everything. If you don’t mind waiting a few minutes, I’ll go next door and retrieve the box.”

“We don’t mind waiting at all,” An’gel said. “I’m sure Diesel will be happy to keep us company.”

At the sound of his name the cat chirped and meowed, and An’gel and Dickce smiled.

“I’ll be right back.” Charlie strode from the room.

The sisters took turns rubbing Diesel’s head and back while they waited.

“I hope we’re not misremembering about those pictures,” An’gel said. “Surely there’s one of Coriander among them.”

“Bound to be,” Dickce said.

Charlie returned a couple of minutes later with an archival box. He set it on his desk and removed the lid. From inside it he pulled out a smaller box of an appropriate size for photographs.

“There are four of these, each with about forty to fifty photographs,” he said. “They’re all pictures from that fund-raiser, according to Miss Eulalie’s notes.”

“That sounds about right,” Dickce said. “The photographer was snapping pictures constantly.”

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