Love Inspired Suspense December 2015, Box Set 2 of 2 by Margaret Daley

appliances like the food processor were still in the house, so truthfully I don’t think anything else was missing, but we’ll never know for sure.”
    â€œI wonder if the camera might be the reason the cabin was torched.” Randall wrote something else on the paper, then glanced at Linda, then Rachel.
    â€œIt was a ten-year-old Kodak that was special to Betty, but I couldn’t see it bringing much money for anyone who stole it. It wasn’t even digital.” Linda combed her fingers through her wet, short blond hair.
    â€œAnything else?” Randall asked.
    Her gaze trained on Rachel, Linda furrowed her brow but remained quiet. Rachel shook her head slightly. Was there more that Rachel wasn’t saying? Randall didn’t seem to pick up the exchanged looks between them, but when he left, Jake would be asking them about it.
    â€œIf I think of anything, I’ll call you,” Rachel finally said. “Please let us know the progress on the case. Aunt Betty never had any enemies in town. She was always one of the first to help others.”
    Randall stood and pocketed his pad and pen. “It’s most disturbing to me. She is the last person I would expect to be murdered.”
    â€œSo you’re ruling her death a murder for sure?” Jake rose to escort the police chief to the door.
    â€œYes, we are. And we’re taking the investigation very seriously.”
    Jake opened the door for Randall. “I’d like to check the cabin site after it cools. Is that okay?”
    â€œSure, after the firefighters give the go-ahead.” Randall tipped his head toward the ladies. “I’m glad you’re both okay. Good day.”
    At the window Jake watched Randall climb into his car before he swung around and asked, “What are you two keeping from the police chief?”

CHAPTER FIVE
    R achel sat forward. “How did you know?”
    â€œI may have been gone for a while, but I know when you’re holding something back.”
    Rachel stared at her aunt. “We don’t know who to trust. We don’t believe Aunt Betty’s murder was done by a person passing through town. It’s not like Port Aurora is on the beaten path. If this had been summer, it might be different.”
    Lawrence narrowed his gaze on Aunt Linda. “You think we have something to do with Betty’s murder?”
    â€œOf course not. That’s why Rachel is telling you two. We also found three photos of the fishery in Betty’s special cubbyhole. That was why I was looking in the darkroom, but there was no sign of other pictures being processed or the camera. If more photos were being developed, they were either ruined when the intruders trashed the house or taken by them.”
    Rachel sat on the edge of her chair. “Why would she keep in her hidey-hole three pictures, one of the Tundra King and the Alaskan King next to each other, the Blue Runner and the shipping warehouse?”
    â€œWhere are they?” Jake asked in a no-nonsense tone.
    â€œOn my dresser.” Rachel pushed to her feet. “I’ll get them. Maybe you can explain why these were special to her that she hid them with her valuables.”
    â€œIn the meantime, I’m starving. I’m going to make some sandwiches. Anyone else want one?” Aunt Linda strolled toward the kitchen.
    â€œI do, and I’ll help you.” Lawrence followed her aunt while Jake accepted the offer of food.
    â€œMe, too, Aunt Linda. Escaping a fire wore me out.” Rachel retrieved the photos and returned to the living room to find Jake standing next to the decorated Christmas tree, staring out the window. She came up beside him. “It’s starting to get dark. No wonder I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten since seven this morning.” She held out the pictures.
    Jake took them and studied each one. “I’m familiar with the Tundra King. Is the Alaskan King a new boat to Port