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The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

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Autoren: Ellery Adams
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containing Harris’s painting and stepped across the threshold of the open door. “I moved him,” she said softly. “He was facedown and I rolled him over. I couldn’t know that he was beyond help until then.”
    He nodded, his gaze still on the book.
    “May I come in?” she asked, examining the evidence of the police work. The body outline, the measurement marks on the floor, fingerprint and shoeprint dust, a scattering of sand.
    “You seem to have a magnetic pull toward dead bodies, Ms. Limoges,” the chief remarked, his tone unbend-ingly formal. “Tell me what happened.”
    They moved to Plumley’s kitchen, and Olivia began her recitation by describing how she’d first met Nick at Grumpy’s and continued by explaining the author’s unusual interest in Harris’s house.
    “So your plan was to bring the painting here in order to elicit a response from Mr. Plumley?” Rawlings inquired.
    “Yes,” Olivia answered. “By this point I’d put aside the theory that he had sinister motives. In fact, I felt guilty for assuming that he wasn’t sincere in his offer to help Harris polish his manuscript or provide the rest of us with tips on becoming published authors. Bringing the painting here was a peace offering, though Nick wouldn’t have realized that’s what it was meant to be. I did want to know whether it was pivotal to his research pertaining to the sequel to The Barbed Wire Flower , and if so, why hadn’t he just admitted that to Harris?”
    Rawlings grew quiet, absorbing what she’d told him. He then unzipped the tote bag and spent a long time studying the winter scene.
    Olivia was ready to get away from the beach house. The delayed shock of leaning over Plumley’s distorted face asserted itself now, turning her palms and forehead clammy. Unbidden, her mind flashed on a vision of her nephew lying in his incubator. A strange and unfamiliar emotion welled inside her, and she sucked in a deep breath to force it back down. Tiny babies, Plumley’s tortured corpse—those images didn’t belong on Olivia’s agenda. She should be concentrating on the hundreds of small details she needed to see to before Friday’s grand opening, but she couldn’t. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus all of her senses on the feel of the cool glass tabletop beneath her palms.
    “Hey.” Rawlings reached over and touched her wrist. “Are you okay?”
    She flipped her hand over in order to grab hold of him. His skin was warm and solid beneath her touch. It calmed her instantly. “Sawyer, the last twenty-four hours have been hell.”
    Rawlings listened as she told him about Anders, his hazel eyes softening as he witnessed her relive the fear and worry. When she had finished, his mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “This kind of emotional display could damage your ice queen reputation, you know.”
    Pushing her chair away from the table, she put a hand on each of his cheeks and, after drinking in his scent of aftershave and coffee, leaned over and kissed him. “With your help, I may defrost yet,” she whispered, relishing the feel of his rough skin under her hands.
    Carefully and with infinite tenderness, Rawlings pushed her away and rose to his feet. “I need to concentrate, Olivia.”
    She nodded, unashamed, and pivoted until she faced the spot where Nick’s body had lain. Just touching Rawlings had brought her back to herself. She felt grounded again, in control of her feelings and ready to help him work through what had occurred in this living room.
    After packing up the painting, Olivia said, “Plumley must have known his killer, to have invited someone in while wearing only a robe and boxer shorts.” She took a few steps forward and pointed at the book. “This was personal. Someone took pages from Nick’s own work and forced them into his mouth.” She hesitated and then asked, “Is that what killed him?”
    “The medical examiner thinks he was strangled first. From behind. The pages were put in posthumously. That will have to be verified, of course, but that’s his initial assessment.”
    Olivia felt a shiver of trepidation. “Feels like a crime of passion to me. The murderer choked the life out of Nick and then stuffed this own writing down his throat.”
    “Made him eat his own words,” Rawlings declared solemnly. “Leaving us with the most significant question unanswered: Why? Who hated this man or his work enough to stop him from writing another word?”
    There was no ready

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