Weaving The Web: A Cold Hollow Mystery (Cold Hollow Mysteries Book 2) by Emilie J. Howard
Authors: Emilie J. Howard
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“I hear we’re having a huge Fourth of July celebration at the town beach this summer. I think I heard something about a cooking competition. You should enter it.”
Warren finished off his rigatoni and frowned. “I can’t go up against the likes of some of the townsfolk. I know another man who cooks, and he would plow me under. He’s as close to an Iron Chef as you can get.”
He watched Jack raise his eyebrows and ask, “Who is it? Have I met him yet?”
Warren shook his head. “He hasn’t been in yet, but he’ll be in soon. If I remember correctly, he suffers from seasonal allergies and will need to purchase something for them.”
Jack chuckled. “You studied the people in prison with you, didn’t you?”
Warren blinked and glimpsed at him. “I surmised it was the intelligent thing to do.”
Jack stood, straightened his lab coat, and washed his hands. “It is the intelligent thing to do. You’ll get no arguments here.”
Warren followed suit and the two men returned to their work.
***
Sylvia Rossini arrived at the seamstress’s shop bright and early. She got along famously with the owner, Ann, and found her new boyfriend was right: the woman was a peach. She showed Sylvia around the small shop and then the sewing machine she would be using. It was top of the line, and Sylvia swooned over it.
Ann handed her an order slip and said, “This is an order for the mayor. She’s redecorating her son’s bedroom and also her new bedroom.” She plopped two bolts of fabric down on a long measuring table and said, “She already picked out the fabric.”
Sylvia inspected the fabric, knew which thread to use, and smiled. The mayor’s son was one lucky kid. The fabric was a playful print filled with varying wildlife characters. The fabric for the mayor’s personal bedroom was a rustic plaid. She assumed the mayor lived in one of the log cabins of Cold Hollow. Sylvia turned to Ann and asked, “Does she want a matching twin duvet for her son’s room? I think we have enough fabric here.”
Ann smiled. “I’ll call her and ask. I’ll bet she says yes. You’re already bringing more money in and it’s your first day!”
Sylvia smiled and got to work.
***
Robert Collins arrived at the nursery at eight o’clock sharp. He left his lunch in a small cooler on the front seat of the truck. When he got out of the driver’s side, he was facing a woman a little younger than him. She had long, blond hair and stood with one hand on her hip and the other arm pointing at the machine shed.
She snarled, “There is something in there! Your first job is to get rid of it. If it’s a rat, then kill it.”
He chuckled deep in his gut and made his way to the large machine shed. He picked up a random shovel leaning up against the outside of the building. Sliding back the large doors, he stood staring around in the dark. When he flipped the light switch on, a fur ball with a long tail raced past him and out the door. He watched it, and turned to the woman, who was creeping up behind him. “It was a cat! They’re actually good to have around here. They’ll take care of any mice.”
“Well, I’m not feeding it, and neither are my girls.”
He glanced around the big shed. “You won’t have to. With spring coming, there are plenty of mice and chipmunks to keep it fat and happy.” He glanced at her. “Is this where you want me to start?”
She stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Carla Macy.”
He shook her hand and said, “I’m Robert Collins, pleased to meet you.” He stared at her and noticed she had a nice smile and beautiful hair.
She stared at him and could not place him, but he felt familiar. He was not a bad-looking man, but a bit older than she was. She cleared her throat, “Yes, I think you should grease, oil, and get all of our equipment in working order. We’re going to get busy, fast. This should take you a week or longer, but afterward, we’ll need your help in the
“I hear we’re having a huge Fourth of July celebration at the town beach this summer. I think I heard something about a cooking competition. You should enter it.”
Warren finished off his rigatoni and frowned. “I can’t go up against the likes of some of the townsfolk. I know another man who cooks, and he would plow me under. He’s as close to an Iron Chef as you can get.”
He watched Jack raise his eyebrows and ask, “Who is it? Have I met him yet?”
Warren shook his head. “He hasn’t been in yet, but he’ll be in soon. If I remember correctly, he suffers from seasonal allergies and will need to purchase something for them.”
Jack chuckled. “You studied the people in prison with you, didn’t you?”
Warren blinked and glimpsed at him. “I surmised it was the intelligent thing to do.”
Jack stood, straightened his lab coat, and washed his hands. “It is the intelligent thing to do. You’ll get no arguments here.”
Warren followed suit and the two men returned to their work.
***
Sylvia Rossini arrived at the seamstress’s shop bright and early. She got along famously with the owner, Ann, and found her new boyfriend was right: the woman was a peach. She showed Sylvia around the small shop and then the sewing machine she would be using. It was top of the line, and Sylvia swooned over it.
Ann handed her an order slip and said, “This is an order for the mayor. She’s redecorating her son’s bedroom and also her new bedroom.” She plopped two bolts of fabric down on a long measuring table and said, “She already picked out the fabric.”
Sylvia inspected the fabric, knew which thread to use, and smiled. The mayor’s son was one lucky kid. The fabric was a playful print filled with varying wildlife characters. The fabric for the mayor’s personal bedroom was a rustic plaid. She assumed the mayor lived in one of the log cabins of Cold Hollow. Sylvia turned to Ann and asked, “Does she want a matching twin duvet for her son’s room? I think we have enough fabric here.”
Ann smiled. “I’ll call her and ask. I’ll bet she says yes. You’re already bringing more money in and it’s your first day!”
Sylvia smiled and got to work.
***
Robert Collins arrived at the nursery at eight o’clock sharp. He left his lunch in a small cooler on the front seat of the truck. When he got out of the driver’s side, he was facing a woman a little younger than him. She had long, blond hair and stood with one hand on her hip and the other arm pointing at the machine shed.
She snarled, “There is something in there! Your first job is to get rid of it. If it’s a rat, then kill it.”
He chuckled deep in his gut and made his way to the large machine shed. He picked up a random shovel leaning up against the outside of the building. Sliding back the large doors, he stood staring around in the dark. When he flipped the light switch on, a fur ball with a long tail raced past him and out the door. He watched it, and turned to the woman, who was creeping up behind him. “It was a cat! They’re actually good to have around here. They’ll take care of any mice.”
“Well, I’m not feeding it, and neither are my girls.”
He glanced around the big shed. “You won’t have to. With spring coming, there are plenty of mice and chipmunks to keep it fat and happy.” He glanced at her. “Is this where you want me to start?”
She stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Carla Macy.”
He shook her hand and said, “I’m Robert Collins, pleased to meet you.” He stared at her and noticed she had a nice smile and beautiful hair.
She stared at him and could not place him, but he felt familiar. He was not a bad-looking man, but a bit older than she was. She cleared her throat, “Yes, I think you should grease, oil, and get all of our equipment in working order. We’re going to get busy, fast. This should take you a week or longer, but afterward, we’ll need your help in the
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