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The sun was shining and the breeze off the water was mild, but chilly enough to make me thankful for my jacket. The fall colors were stunning, the leaves scattered like red and orange jewels across the russet blueberry patches and the straw-colored grass. By the time I arrived at the homey little store, with its rockers on the front porch, a wall of old-fashioned post office boxes behind the counter, and shelves stocked with everything from peanut butter to fishing line, I was ready for a cup of coffee and a pleasant chat.
Which was a good thing, because that was exactly what Charlene had in mind for me. After transferring the muffins to the bakery case she kept by the register, I eased myself into the chair closest to the window, feeling refreshed and relaxed—until I spotted the big red flyer taped to the window.
The sequins on her lavender sweater sparkled in the afternoon light that poured in through the mullioned front window as she crossed her legs and looked at me expectantly.
I told Charlene—again—what Adam had told me about the wreck. And what ship it is. Charlene shrugged. Plates, glasses, cannons—all kinds of stuff. I heard there are marine archaeologists coming in from around the country to investigate it. I laughed. What was your first impression? But we only talked on the phone. Any progress on the local front? Made any big decisions? She shrugged. Her dark eyes looked nervous in her round face, and I noticed she was wearing her Sunday clothes—in this case, a long straight skirt and a red wool sweater that years of her excellent cooking had made a bit snug.
Emmeline was one of my favorite people on the island, and normally I would be delighted to see her, but I knew she was also a top contender for bake-off champion, having taken home the title for three of the last five years.
How are you? I just wanted your opinion. I wish I could help. She nodded sharply and turned away, walking up the hill from the house.
The sixty-something woman had carried that tray over a mile to get here. With a rush of guilt, I realized she would have to carry it home, too. She whipped around and looked at me with hope in her eyes.
The streusel cake looked particularly appealing. Most of my guests arrived at the front door, not the back. There were two of them: a tall, lean man with graying hair and a worried look, and a younger, cheerful-looking woman with curly, bright red hair and freckles.
Both wore jeans and windbreakers; as the woman put her hand up to shade her eyes, the sunlight flashed off the face of her huge, utilitarian looking watch. Please come in. I told her, and explained the theory behind the tray of goodies—and my role in the contest. Carl looked startled. Molly sighed and shook her head. I shrugged. Molly laid a hand on his arm. Molly sighed again.
There was a shipwreck—a Spanish galleon from the s—and they took over the entire thing. Sold for profit. The biggest since the Whydah. It went down off Cape Cod in —he was actually headed toward Maine when it sank—and was only recovered about twentyfive years ago. His name was Jonah Selfridge. One of his descendants, Murray Selfridge, lives on the island.
The room was still haunted by one of his victims. Matilda Jenkins is the town historian—she could tell you tons more than I could. She turned back to me. It did look delicious; I had to restrain myself from grabbing a slice too. And you have to dive down and get this stuff, right? He was taut, like a bowstring full of barely leashed energy. What do you say we go and have a look? Molly turned back. You can find her in the museum—the only brick building down by the main pier.
She was a likeable young woman, a huge contrast to her brooding partner, Carl. They had barely vanished around the point before the doorbell rang. Three people stood at the front door, two men and a woman. All three were dressed in jeans and blue windbreakers with a logo—Iliad—stitched on the breast pocket.
Berried to the Hilt (Gray Whale Inn Mystery) [Karen MacInerney] on ekozamipypav.tk *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. When a lobsterman discovers a sunken. Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. In Agatha-finalist MacInerney's enjoyable fourth Gray Whale Inn mystery (after 's Murder Most Maine).
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