At Witt's End (29 page)

Jane sat on the edge of the sofa and put her arm around Aanders. She pecked his cheek and smoothed his hair as Nan began to read.

After reading a few paragraphs, Nan paused. “Are you doing okay, Aanders?"

Aanders nodded. He signaled for her to continue.

She finished reading and held the letter to her chest. “I know my father would be pleased. I still don't know how he got wind that Theopholis Peter had filed the patent it in his name. I guess I'll never know. But the fact that Mr. Peter admitted it would make my father happy."

Sadie smiled her ‘isn't that wonderful smile’ at Nan and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hold her composure. The last three words Nan read had thrown her for a loop. A double loop. Theopholis Jamison Peter.

How could Theo have hidden the fact that he knew Nan's father? He hadn't wanted her to figure it out and had used generic references when he commented on his past. Sadie was astounded. Had she lost her edge? The last time she saw Theo, she still believed he intended to take the diamonds with him.

It was rare Sadie's crossers deceived her, but this time she'd gladly admit to being the fool. She had lectured Theo on the hopelessness of seeking revenge and trusted her words had played a part in his change of heart. Now she understood the real reason Theo had landed on her porch. Sadie regretted not giving him the credit he deserved.

Jane sat with her mouth wide open as Aanders gasped, “What?"

Their heads swiveled back and forth while they looked at each other and then at Sadie.

Nan repeated, “Theopholis Jamison Peter. That's quite a fancy name, isn't it?"

"Theo,” Aanders said quietly, staring at Sadie.

Sadie nodded and then turned toward her sister. “Close your mouth, Jane. You're teeth are going to fall out again. You don't want to walk around for a week without dentures like you did last time."

Jane's head slowly rotated toward Sadie. Seeing the warning glare, she said, “No. No, I don't.” Under her breath she looked at Sadie and said, “Theo?"

"I suppose that was what he went by,” Nan said. “Theopholis is hard to say. It's a tongue twister."

Jane sat back and pulled Aanders with her. She took his hand and held it in her lap. Reaching across Aanders, she said, “Can we see the letter?"

Sadie watched the two reread the letter. She winked twice at Aanders as he looked up for reassurance.

"I'd have given anything to have talked with my father about his patent design. I'm not surprised the patent was related to the medical profession. He was always trying to improve upon medical devices,” Nan said. “I wonder if Theo was in the medical profession too. He must have been. If only Aanders and I could have met him."

Sadie smiled at Aanders. She stood to embrace the young man who in the past few minutes had come to realize the intricacies of dealing with the crossers. They not only held secrets, they carried the potential to deeply impact the future of the living.

This was a turn of events she couldn't have predicted. Theo had grown during his journey, overcoming the armor of bitterness he built over the years. Rodney met the fate he deserved. Tim and Michael followed their hearts—Tim rejoined his parents and Michael braved the unknown. Lora apparently chose to rejoin her son.

Relaxing against the softness of the sofa, Sadie gazed out the window toward Cabin 14. A man in a hospital gown stood on her porch. A breeze parted the back of his gown, raising it above his waist. The man tugged at it pulling it tight around his hips. He edged closer to the railing and scanned the marina. He backed up as Belly butted through the screen door to greet him and sniff his bare feet.

Watching the man peer through the screen door, Sadie rose and said, “I guess I better get back to the cabin. It looks like I've got a new guest."

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Like the main character in her Sadie Witt mystery series, Beth Solheim was born with a healthy imagination and a hankering to solve a puzzle. She learned her reverence for reading from her mother, who was never without a book in her hand. Her lifelong interest in figuring out how things worked was a natural transition into weaving a tale.

By day, Beth works in Human Resources at a hospital. By night she morphs into a writer who frequents lake resorts and mortuaries and hosts a ghost or two in her humorous paranormal mysteries. In her writing life she's been a sheriff's deputy, a funeral director, a child, a death coach, an embezzler, a ghost and a chef who's been banned from cooking at the Witt's End resort. With those characters traipsing through her mind, there are still numerous stories yet untold.

Raised in Northern Minnesota, the setting for her stories, she resides in lake country with her husband and a menagerie of wildlife critters that frequent her patio. She and her husband are blessed with two grown children and two grandsons.

Beth welcomes you to dangle your feet off the end of the dock and reel in a hefty dose of humor as you enjoy the Sadie Witt mysteries.