Whisper of Revenge (A Cape Trouble Novel Book 4) (27 page)

“All right,” he said.  “See what kind of inventory you do
have, too.”  He stared at the daunting contents of the storage locker.  “Do me
a favor, though.  Please don’t call any of the other volunteers or accept any
calls.  In fact, don’t talk to anyone, okay?  I’ll want to give each of them
the news myself.”

Still remarkably composed, she nodded.  “I wonder what
happened to the lock.”

“I think the fact that the lock was replaced suggests the
killing of your aunt was thoroughly premeditated.  He – or she – came
prepared.  The replaced lock was likely intended to slow down the discovery of
the body.  Any volunteers who came out here would be puzzled and possibly
annoyed because their keys didn’t work, but most of them wouldn’t have demanded
Marge cut the lock off.”  Which, the more he thought about it, made Ms. Thomsen
an unlikely killer.  Why would she put the damn lock on, then immediately
insist Marge cut it off?

“No.  No, I suppose not.”  She hugged herself.  “No.”  She
stole a look toward the cluster of people now waiting for him outside the space
and the grim sight past them, then hurried the rest of the way to her Prius. 

A moment later, she drove around the corner of the building
without looking back.