Quilt As Desired [A Harriet Truman Loose Threads Mystery]
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by Arlene Sachitano
Description: Harriet Truman's husband kept secret from her that he had a terminal genetic illness. Embittered and angry, she returns to Foggy Point, Washington, the small town where she spent some of her happier childhood years, to fill in at the long-arm quilting studio while her aunt Beth takes a well-deserved cruise of Europe. It's her aunt's plan to get Harriet back into living, and to that end she has signed over both her business and her house--which now belong to Harriet. In her first few days in town, Harriet meets her aunt's best friend, Avanell Jalbert, and the other members of their quilting group, the Loose Threads. She also meets Avanell's younger son Aiden, a handsome veterinarian newly returned from a stint in Africa who doesn't hesitate a second making it clear he finds Harriet more than interesting. Then Avanell is murdered, and no one seems to have any idea why. The same night, Harriet's studio is vandalized. Before too long, it becomes clear the two events are related. The question is, can Harriet figure out what that connection is before whoever killed Avanell decides to do the same to her.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: May 2007
18 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [362 KB]
Reading time: 240-336 min.
Another blue door led into the vitamin processing room. Large funnel-shaped bags hung over narrow conveyer belts full of brown bottles that snaked through the area. A metal contraption that resembled a giant stamp hovered over the end of the conveyer. A large box of white safety caps sat on the floor next to a table with three chairs around it. Open boxes of surgical gloves were scattered throughout. This was obviously where vitamins were bottled and sealed.
Avanell was not in evidence, so Harriet crossed the room and exited through the door opposite the one she'd come in. She was in a short hallway. Restrooms were to the left. The first room to the right held printing and labeling equipment. The lights were off.
She chose the second door on the right. It opened into the large, high-ceilinged room that was the packing and shipping area as well as warehouse space.
"Avanell?" she called.
A single light fixture illuminated a corner at the back of the building. Harriet headed toward it. The warehouse had a concrete floor, and the heels of her shoes made a loud clacking noise that echoed off the rafters.
"Avanell," she called again.
She stopped. The silence was deafening. A compressor started. She resumed her path toward what she hoped was Avanell.
"Hello?" she said in a louder voice. "Avanell?"
She arrived at the lighted corner. A large worktable was surrounded by stacks of boxes. A single chair was pushed back from the lone workstation. She came around the end of the table.
"Avanell!" she screamed.
Avanell Jalbert lay collapsed on the cold cement floor. It was as if an unseen puppet-master had abruptly cut her strings. Harriet dropped to her knees, avoiding the red stain that extended like a dark halo around Avanell's head