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Last week’s winner is…
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(The correct answer was End of Lonely Street)
Which of the below stories is this snippet from?
“So you think someone killed her?”
“I don’t know. The thought makes my skin crawl. This is a small town. Everyone knows each other. Eleanor wasn’t exactly well loved. And, her family history caused some hard feelings around here, but I don’t know anyone who hated her. Leastwise not enough to want her dead.”
Was Jean right? Had the woman been murdered? Surely if that were true, there would have been evidence pointing to foul play. “Well, either way, accident, murder, or suicide, it’s very sad.”
“Yes. And poor Mr. Rush. He’s beside himself.”
“Mr. Rush? He knew her too?” Was she his girlfriend? Not his wife, their last names were different. But then, not all women took their husband’s names…
“Knew her? Well, I’ll say. She was his sister.”
“Oh no…his sister. He must be heartbroken.” Maybe that explained his irritable mood. I felt bad about my spiteful thoughts. The guy had lost his sister six months ago. No wonder he wasn’t exactly Mr. Sunshine.
“Yeah, he sure is. All the family he had. And our maintenance man, Holt, was her husband. The two of them ran the inn together, until Eleanor died.”
“I’m sorry. What a tragedy.”
Jean glanced around then leaned in as if to whisper a secret. “Tell me something, have you seen her…Eleanor’s…spirit?”
I frowned. “Her spirit? No, of course I haven’t. That’s ridiculous.”
“You don’t believe in ghosts?”
I let out a scoffing laugh. “Of course not.”
“Then why are you writin’ a book about paranormal stuff?”
Word traveled fast at the inn. “It’s to disprove the paranormal, not confirm it.”
She gave a smug smile. “We’ll see if you feel that way after you’ve been here a few days. I’ve seen Eleanor’s ghost.”