Archived: Family is Murder by Carolyn Arnold
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~ About the Book ~
Title: Family is Murder
Series: McKinley Mysteries #5
Author: Carolyn Arnold
Published: July 6, 2014
Publisher: Hibbert & Stiles Publishing Inc.
Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romance, Humor
~ Synopsis ~
The search for a maid results in a mess.
When a woman shows up and claims to be Sara’s birth mother, it pits Sara and Sean against each other. Sara opens her heart and wants to believe the woman, but Sean is suspicious of her true identity and motive. After all, there are billions at stake. But when the woman goes missing and a dead body turns up, they both start to question the truth.
Led by Sara’s intuition, they pursue all possible leads and soon realize they may have welcomed a killer into their home.
~ About the Author ~
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada.
~ Excerpt ~
THE BRUNETTE CAME INTO THE coffee shop, clutching her purse to her chest and staggering along at a fast pace. She wasn’t heavy-set, by any means, but her ankles seemed to have the tendency to buckle, telling Sara that, despite being in her late forties to early fifties, she didn’t have much experience walking in high heels. The woman spotted them, and Sara smiled, doing her best to put the woman at ease.
She and Sean had decided upon a local Starbucks as the meeting place to conduct interviews for a live-in maid. They had been in their new house for a week and the basic upkeep took time they’d rather spend elsewhere. One example was Sara still hadn’t taken cooking lessons and she knew Sean wasn’t impressed by her existing culinary skills, judging by the way he’d fill his mouth and expel the sentiment, yum. He was trying to appease her.
“Hello? Mrs. and Mrs. McKinley?” The woman didn’t seem to pass Sean a second’s glance but kept her eyes glued to Sara.
“Please, Sara and Sean.” She gestured toward him then turned back to the woman. “You’re Angela?”
“Yes.” Angela shook Sara’s hand but took a seat without reaching for Sean’s. As she sat, Angela ran a hand along the back of her skirt, her eyes never leaving Sara.
Sara smiled to suppress her uncomfortable feeling. “Tell us about yourself.”
“Oh, yes, I’m from Maine. Augusta.”
“Such a coincidence. I was born there.”
Angela didn’t say anything. Her eyes now drifted to Sean but flicked back to the table.
Sara glanced at Sean, back to Angela. “So, I take it you have experience with keeping a house?” She had the resume in front of her but preferred to have all the candidates say it in their own words.
“Absolutely.” Angela threw in a brief smile that didn’t touch her eyes. “As you can tell, I’ve been around a bit. This year will mark my forty-eighth birthday.”
“Well, happy birthday.”
Angela’s eyes dropped to the table and lifted back up a few seconds later. “The last family I cleaned for was many years ago. What is it you want me to do for you?”
Sara thought back to their ad—was it not clear enough? She and Sean had gone over the details and had decided to sum up the responsibilities under the title house manager. Basically, they required someone to maintain the interior and to oversee other things that would need organizing on the property, such as pool and lawn maintenance.
“We need someone who’s good at everything,” Sean said. “We need a cook, a cleaner—ideally, someone who can handle all aspects of running a household.”
“Yes, well, I have that. I even had a child.” Angela glanced quickly at Sean.
“Very nice.” Sara’s tendency was to sympathize with people and relate to them, but Sean had told her that when it came to something like this, she had to distance herself. While she didn’t need to think of herself as above anyone, for a healthy work environment, their employee couldn’t feel they were best friends either. It could lead to problems down the road.
She looked at the resume that Angela had submitted and took an aspect from it. “It says here that you worked as a tutor for a couple years with a family in New York City.”
“Yes.” Angela’s eyes were flitting about the Starbucks, not resting on anyone, or anything, longer than a half a second. Her aura had escalated from uneasiness to jitteriness.
Sara glanced at Sean. She could tell by his eyes that he’d noticed the odd behavior as well. “Is today a good time?” Sara asked.
“Uh-huh.” Angela ran a quaking hand down her cheek, and let her arm return to her lap. She looked Sara in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
The entire scenario should have had Sara asking their guest to leave, but there was something about this woman, but what, exactly, Sara didn’t know.
Sean went to get up, but Sara held her arm out.
Angela’s eyes shot to him and then went back to Sara. “I lied.”
The woman siphoned her bottom lip through her teeth and shook her head. “I’m not who you think I am. You’re here to meet someone to interview I take it. I just played along to get close to you. See, I need to talk to you.”
The current swirling in the woman’s eyes was electric—Sara couldn’t effectively read her.
Sean put a hand on Sara’s knee and she knew that he was about to step in and ask this woman, whoever she was, to leave.
“Why would you need to talk to me?” Sara asked. For some reason, this woman’s energy had Sara’s heart speeding up.
“Because my real name is Leslie Summers.”
“I’m still not sure what—”
“I’m your mother.”
Stay You & Happy Reading,