A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden Mysteries, Book 2)
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Death comes calling on a small-town librarian whose life is passing her by.
Aurora "Roe" Teagarden's fortunes change when a deceased acquaintance names her as heir to a rather substantial estate, including money, jewelry, and a house complete with a skull hidden in a window seat. Roe concludes that the elderly women has purposely left her a murder to solve. So she must identify the victim and figure out which one of her new, ordinary-seeming neighbors is a murderer-without putting herself in deadly danger.
you inherited the house. Think you’ll like living there?” “I don’t know if I will live there,” I told her, watching her fingers run up and down the dripping glass. She took another sip. “I drink sometimes,” she told me frankly. I really couldn’t think of anything to say. “But only when Torrance isn’t coming home. He has to spend the night on the road sometimes, maybe once every two weeks or so. And those days he’s not coming home to spend the night, I drink. Very slowly.” “I expect you get
kitten. I hoped two things: that this was the last kitten and that Madeleine didn’t run into any difficulties, because I was the last person in the world who could offer her any help. After a few minutes, I began to think both my hopes had been fulfilled. Madeleine cleaned the little things, and all four lay there, occasionally making tiny movements, eyes shut, about as defenseless as anything could be. Madeleine looked at me with the weary superiority of someone who has bravely undergone a
energy; I worked happily all morning, reading to a circle of preschoolers and answering questions. I did feel justified in taking a few extra minutes on my coffee break to call the phone company and ask them if the number I had at the town house could also be the number for Jane’s house, at least for a while. Even if that wasn’t possible, I wanted Jane’s phone hooked back up. To my pleasure, it was possible to get my number to ring at Jane’s, and I was assured it would be operational within the
Aubrey,” I said quietly. I stole a peek at John out of the corner of my eye. He was looking abashed, and my mother had her eyes closed and was silently shaking her head as if her children had tried her beyond her belief, and in public at that. But she quickly rallied and smoothly introduced that neutral and lively subject, the rivalry of the phone companies in the area. I was so gloomy over my breach of taste that I didn’t even chip in my discovery that my phone company could make my phone ring
speech, if you were going to! I was gauche, I admit it! Of course I’ll go out with you!” I felt like I owed it to him now. “You’re not involved in another relationship at the moment?” he asked carefully. I wondered if he had to wear the collar on dates. “No, not for a while. In fact, I went to the wedding of my last relationship a few months ago.” Suddenly Aubrey Scott smiled, and his big gray eyes crinkled up at the corners, and he looked good enough to eat. “What would you like to do? The