The phone rang.
The incessant thumping continued.
He swung his legs out of bed, ignoring the phone, dragged his hand over his face and stood up.
“Mr. Lund, open this door. It’s me, Bailey Saunders. I need to talk to you. I need to talk to you about my mom. I think she knew stuff. Important stuff. Stuff that could get one killed.” Her voice drifted in, through his open second story window.
He jerked upright, frozen for a moment before sinking weakly to the bed. Realizing his wife wasn’t complaining about the noise, he rose and walked across the hall to her bedroom. He briefly knocked before opening her door. In that moment, it dawned on him that she was at her sister’s for the weekend. Overcome with relief, he walked back to his room and slumped against the door frame.
“Open up. Please! This is important.”
He went into his bathroom, grabbed his robe and tied it around him. Annoyed at not having the opportunity to at least get dressed, he took his time, going down the stairs. He schooled his face into one of concern, before pulling open the door.
“Miss Saunders, please don’t take this wrong but call me in the morning and I’d be more than happy to make an appointment with you, to discuss whatever is causing you so much distress.” His white knuckles clung to the back of the door, while he smiled at her reassuringly.
She tilted her head sideways and stared at him for a full minute before addressing him. “You’ve known my mom a long time.”
His mind quickly reviewed the odds that answering that would backfire on him. “Y-yes.”
She moved a little closer. “A very long time.”
The way she said it, sent shivers up his spine and his bowels to almost empty. He stepped back and started to close the door. “Really. Call me in the morning. We can go down memory—”
She shoved him back and slammed the door behind her. Leaning against it she stared at him. “Let me tell you something about myself, Mr. Lund. I’m a very good judge of character. I know that when a man is sugary sweet to you that he wants something, usually it’s to steal you blind. I know that when a man puts his hand on the thigh of an eight year old…” She stared pointedly at him.
He gulped. How could she know? She had the picture. He should have told Payme to remove the problem, not follow it.
Captured Lies by Maggie Thom
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
First, I would like to thank the author Maggie Thom for giving me this book for an honest review. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. Maggie Thom has written a very good mystery, that keeps you guessing the whole way. The characters are well written and developed. The story-line is good and keeps you wanting more. The world building is very good. I look forward to reading more from Maggie Thom.
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