Unraveled Sleeve (Needlecraft Mysteries, No. 4)
Monica Ferris
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 042518045X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The art of needlecraft requires patience, discipline, and creativity. So, too, does the art of detection. Just ask Betsy Devonshire—who’s learning that life in a small-town needlecraft shop can reveal an unexpected knack for knitting…and a hidden talent for unraveling crime.
Unraveled Sleeve
Betsy Devonshire has settled into her new home in Excelsior, Minnesota, as owner of the town’s needlecraft shop. So why is she suffering from terrifying nightmares? She hasn’t a clue—but she thinks maybe it would help to get away for a while. With her friend Jill in tow, she heads north for a “stitch-in” at a remote, rustic lodge. But her nightmares only get worse—especially after she finds a dead woman no one else had seen. Then the body disappears—and she knows she won’t get any rest until she untangles the mysterious threads of the crime….
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knitting downstairs. I was going to sit up awhile in the lounge, but there’s a whole group holding a session.” “Well, this is a stitch-in. There are women in attendance who will get maybe an hour of sleep a night. James will probably lose money just on the coffee. But I’m glad you’re back, I want to show you something.” Jill closed the magazine and handed it to Betsy. “Here, look at the cover.” It was American Needlework Magazine, and the cover featured a piece of linen with a bouquet of
was living in California. But if I remember correctly, this area is stable, geologically speaking. And therefore not terrifically interesting.” “Well, that’s partly correct,” said Parker, with the pedantic air of the becoming-learned. “The bedrock around here is of the Keweenawan Supergroup, intrusive rocks of dominantly mafic composition.” “Which means?” asked Carla with a little smile. “Composed of something that looks like granite, but isn’t, not really. There was once a rift in the earth’s
the door. “Where are we going?” asked Jill behind her. “I want to see the furnace, to see if it’s big enough.” “For what?” asked Jill. “Oh,” she added. “Did the sheriff look in here?” “Yes. I kind of followed them around once I was released from guarding Mr. Owen’s door. But he was only in the shed for a couple of minutes.” Nearly to the shed, there was a thick V in the snow heaped beside the path. It looked as if someone had fallen to his knees. Other marks indicated he’d dropped what he
When the car stopped beside the door, Betsy climbed out and rushed in. “Where is it?” she said. “What?” asked Jill. “That floss I found out by the shed. Where is it?” “How should I know? Last I saw it, you were putting it in your coat pocket.” Betsy fled into the dining room. “I’ll wait here,” the sheriff said, and Jill stared at him uncomprehendingly. 12 Betsy dodged among the tables as she dashed across the dining room, through the door, up the stairs, and into her room. She was
serious reactions before, so it’s no surprise that she had another. It was just horrible luck that she had one here at a time when there was no member of the staff around to help her. I’m sure she went upstairs to ask Father to call an ambulance, but he wasn’t here, either.” “What about the EpiPen?” asked Jill. “That was no accident.” “Sure it was, in a way,” said Douglas. “Factory defect, obviously. Or a demonstrator model that got shipped accidentally.” Liddy looked at Douglas as if seeing