The Corpse Wore Cashmere (27 page)

“Kara, honey, we should leave,” Edward said. “We have to get blood tests and take out our license. I’d hate to have the wedding delayed because of incomplete paperwork.”

Kara nodded, but she kept her attention on Wesley. “I do hope we have the opportunity to work together in the future.”

She reached out, and Wesley gently shook her hand. In that instant, her smile faded and her face became stoic, as if she was staring at something none of them could see.

Oh, boy, here we go,
Wesley thought.
If Kara’s trying to convince me with theatrics, that’s not the way to go.

Instead of turning loose, Kara tightened her grip. “You have a photo with you of a young girl, not a relative, but she’s important to you.”

With that remark, the woman lost all credibility with Wesley. Did she take him for a fool? Most people carried a photo of someone special. And to think he was willing to take a chance with this woman. He gave a little chuckle and didn’t have to look at Susan to know she was choking back a laugh. But he was not prepared for what Kara said next.

“Her name escapes me,” Kara said, her head back, eyes closed, “but I see a letter. It’s not clear, smeared with mud.” She rubbed her wrist.

“E, the letter is an E.”

Wesley wasn’t laughing any more, and Susan’s expression had changed to one of disbelief. Did Kara see the bracelet? Is that why she rubbed her wrists? He couldn’t wait to give this woman a shot at solving Edith’s case. Susan, of all people, should understand…or would she?

The End

A native of Louisiana, Sylvia lives in Hammond, a small town east of Baton Rouge and close to her two sons and seven grandsons. She loves animals and currently shares her home with two cats, Lucky and R. J. Writing has always been a part of Sylvia’s life, and to date, she has nine published novels. Genres include historical, inspirational, suspense, mystery, and the paranormal.

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