Read Over Troubled Water: A Hunter Jones Mystery Online
Authors: Charlotte Moore
Over Troubled Water: A Hunter Jones Mystery (26 page)
In the living room, Robin Hilliard and Colin Fletcher were in a huddle with Miss Rose Tyndale, who had written a poem for the occasion and wanted one of them to read it aloud at the appropriate moment.
Jeremy and Taneesha Hayes were late, in part because Taneesha had been determined to make her own version of her grandmother’s famous 12-layer caramel cake and had to make the icing twice to get it right.
Aaron and Nancy Twitchell were impressed by the house, but agreed in whispers that they’d never want neighbors so close by. Nancy went straight to work helping fill the punch bowls that Hunter had set out. She thought Hunter was very nice, very pretty too, if she’d just get something done with that wild hair.
She came close to suggesting that she could straighten it just a little, maybe lighten it up to platinum, but decided she would wait until she knew Hunter a little better.
That day would come, she thought, now that Aaron was going to take the course to become a full-time deputy. He was
replacing
Bub Williston, who had just been hired by the Georgia State Patrol, and arrived already wearing dark sunglasses.
India Jackson came to the party with Skeet Borders and his daughter Madison.
Sunshine Chapman had invited her boss, Randall Morris, to see her childhood home and her hometown.
“I can’t believe you gave up a house like this,” he said as he found a parking place along Clearview Circle.
“Well, I like my job,” she said, “and I like Macon, and I never wanted the upkeep of a place this big. I’m just so glad the Baileys bought it. They’re going to make the house happy.”
Ricky and Sasha Richards were among the fifty or more who were invited. Ricky had said they’d try to make it, but the new gym was packed on Saturdays.
Andy Chapman had been invited, too, but he hadn’t opened the invitation and wouldn’t have driven back to Merchantsville if he had. He had a small, tidy apartment that as close to the air force base where he had worked, but he had just given up the job.
He was busy communicating with his publisher and the agent who was so enthusiastic about “Five Moons over Modor.” Andy didn’t care about being famous or even that much about the money except for the freedom it gave him. He wasn’t that excited about the bidding war for the movie rights either.
He saw a long and quiet life of solitary writing stretching out before him. He was a happy man.
The End
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