Knit One, Kill Two (Knitting Mysteries, No. 1)

Maggie Sefton

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Despite the fact that her aunt was an expert knitter, Kelly Flynn never picked up a pair of knitting needles she liked - until she strolled into House of Lambspun. Now, in the first in a brand-new series, Kelly learns how to knit one, purl two, and untangle the mystery behind her aunt's murder. The police are convinced that her aunt's death resulted from a burglary gone bad, but for the accountant in Kelly, things just aren't adding up.

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Table of Contents

 

Title Page

Copyright Page

Acknowledgements

 

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

 

Kelly?s First Scarf

Lambspun?s Whodunnit Shell

Maggie?s Cinnamon Rolls

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Acknowledgments

A thousand thanks to Shirley Ellsworth, the inspired owner of Lambspun of Colorado in Fort Collins, Colorado, the knitting shop I used as a model for this series and the place I first ?fell down the rabbit hole? into this fascinating wonderland of color and texture. Shirley and her staff of gifted teachers and fiber artists never ran out of patience with my questions or encouragement for my beginning efforts. Thanks also to the Tuesday night knitting group for their rowdy and wonderful brainstorming of titles for this series of novels. And special thanks to Kristi for her last-minute artwork.

Thanks also to my agent, Jessica Faust, for her unceasing encouragement and support to write this knitting mystery. And special thanks to my wonderful editor, Samantha Mandor, for helping to bring Kelly and all her friends to life on the page.

Special thanks to my four daughters, my mom, and all my dear friends who?ve always believed in me and supported my writing dreams. And thanks to my ninety-two-year-old aunt, Ann, whose ?quilt of memories? hangs on my bedroom wall.

And a special pat on the head to my dog, Carl, who?s the model for Kelly?s golf-ball chasing pet Rottweiler. I must admit that fictional Carl is much better behaved than real-life Carl, with or without golf balls.

One

Kelly Flynn nosed her car onto the gravel driveway and pulled to a stop in front of the familiar little house perched beside a golf course. Everything looked the same. Aunt Helen?s beige stucco, red tile-roofed cottage looked as cozy and inviting as always. Golfers were scattered about the lush greens, doggedly working to improve their games. In the background the Colorado Rocky Mountains, still snow-capped in late spring, loomed over the entire scene. It was all picture-postcard pretty, just like Kelly remembered, except for one thing. Aunt Helen was dead?murdered a week ago in her picturesque cottage.

A ?burglary gone bad? the police called it. Kelly?s gut still twisted at the thought. Aunt Helen would have fought back. Kelly knew she would. Even though she was thin as a stick and a foot shorter than Kelly, she was wiry and tough. And she had spirit. Spunk. She?d never go down without a fight. Not Aunt Helen. No way.

Kelly felt tears rise to her eyes again as she remembered her aunt?s favorite admonition: ?Never give up, Kelly-girl. If you want something bad enough, don?t you ever give up.? The tears escaped, running down Kelly?s cheeks, and she swiped them away with the back of her hand. She?d never even had the chance to say good-bye. At least with her dad, Kelly?d been able to tell him how much she loved him. Cancer might be an ugly way to die, but it was slower. Murder was a thief in the night, creeping in to steal away valuable loved ones. And this thief stole the only mother Kelly had ever known.

A cold, wet nose shoved against Kelly?s neck, and she turned to pat the shiny black Rottweiler head resting beside her shoulder. Carl always sensed her moods. ?Don?t worry, boy, I haven?t forgotten you. You?re looking at that grass, right?? She pointed to the manicured golf course, stretching from her aunt?s property all the way to the river that meandered diagonally through the scenic college town north of Denver.

Kelly let herself gaze. It had been six months since she?d returned to Fort Connor, where she spent her early childhood. Every time she returned, she wondered how she?d ever make herself leave again. The sky was bluer here, the air was cleaner, and the sun was brighter by a mile. ?A mile high to be exact,? as Aunt Helen used to say. What a gorgeous day. If her aunt was still alive, she and Kelly would take one of their favorite hikes along a trail in the nearby Poudre Canyon. How could it be so beautiful with Helen gone?

Carl whined to get her attention, clearly eager to explore. ?Okay, boy, but you can?t run on the course. The greenskeeper wouldn?t appreciate your lifting a leg on every tee.? Carl rolled his soft brown eyes to her in pleading mode.

?Nope. You?ll just have to make do with the yard.? Kelly opened the car door and slid out, grabbing a leash as she did.

Carl?s ears perked up at the magic jingle, and he gave an excited yelp. That meant outside and play. Snapping the leash to his red collar, Kelly headed toward the small backyard. Tall cottonwood trees surrounded the property, shading both house and yard. Flower boxes were already planted, even though Kelly knew the frost date in northern Colorado was a yearly gamble. Somehow, Helen always won out. Her green thumb or gardener?s luck could overcome even Colorado?s capricious weather.

Kelly made a mental note to water the plants that evening. She wasn?t about to let Helen?s plants die with her. She swung the back gate open and ushered Carl inside. ?It isn?t the golf course, boy, but it?s bigger than your yard for sure,? she said, referring to her postage stamp- size townhouse yard on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. Carl didn?t waste time. He took off the moment his leash was unsnapped, nose to the ground.

The sound of another car coming down the gravel driveway caught Kelly?s attention, and she turned to see a red minivan drive up to the larger stucco and red tile- roofed house across the drive. A woman exited the van and entered the sprawling mirror-image of Helen?s cottage.

Both houses and the assorted outbuildings nearby occupied a pie-shaped wedge of land that clung to the corner of a busy intersection. Kelly remembered when both streets were country roads cutting through fields of sugar beets and sheep farms. Now, a big box discount store swallowed the opposite corner and townhouses clustered across the street.

At least her aunt and uncle had sold their farmland to the city for a golf course and kept only the cottage and its yard. If she squinted her eyes hard enough, Kelly could block out the golfers and picture her uncle heading to the barn years ago when he was still alive.

?Kelly, is that you?? a woman?s voice called.

Kelly shut the gate, knowing Carl would be occupied for hours identifying scents. She turned and recognized Mimi Shafer walking across the driveway. Mimi owned the knitting and needlework shop that now occupied what was once Aunt Helen?s and Uncle Jim?s farmhouse. Her aunt had been ecstatic about the arrangement, since she was an expert knitter and quilter, but Kelly had always felt vaguely resentful. She remembered when the house was filled with Aunt Helen and Uncle Jim?and memories. But Uncle Jim?s long illness changed all that.

Now, Kelly felt nothing but gratitude. Mimi had been Aunt Helen?s closest friend and had never left Kelly?s side during yesterday?s service. She gave names to faces and helped Kelly stand and sit through a liturgy that was no longer familiar.

Kelly straightened her white blouse and navy skirt. Not as tailored as her usual CPA firm attire, but sober enough for a lawyer meeting. She couldn?t wait until she could change into a casual top and slacks, maybe even shorts if it stayed warm. Ever since she got back, she?d been dressed up and meeting people. Just like the office. But Colorado meant sunshine and mountains and freedom to Kelly. And that meant shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

She brushed her chin-length dark-brown hair behind her ear and checked the barrette in back. Kelly?d rushed through her shower and dressing in order to fit in a morning run along the trail that ran beside the motel. She?d barely checked the mirror. After yesterday?s tears, she needed to clear her head. Running always helped her think.

She waved to Mimi. ?I just thought I?d let Carl use Helen?s backyard today while I go to all those . . . you know, meetings. Lawyer, banker, and all that.?

?That?s a great idea. I?m sure he?s tired of being cooped up in the motel room,? Mimi said with a bright smile. Her sun-streaked brown hair feathered softly around her face. Fiftyish, slender, and pretty, she wore a powder-blue straight dress that accentuated her trim figure. But what really drew Kelly?s attention was the open-weave vest she wore on top; the loosely fixed knots held the yarns together. Varying shades of blue traveled all the way to green and back again. The effect was stunning.

?Do you have time for a cup of tea or coffee?? Mimi asked, obviously hoping for a yes.

Kelly hesitated, running through her mental daytimer. That and the Greenwich Meridian time clock in her head kept Kelly on task. She depended on that clock. Back in the firm, everyone kept track of their time in tenths of an hour?six-minute intervals?billable hours. Consequently, Kelly was seldom late. ?I have a few minutes. My appointment with the lawyer isn?t until ten.?

?Oh, darn, I was hoping we?d have more time,? Mimi said, her smile momentarily missing. ?I?ve been dying to show you the shop, but I guess it?ll just have to wait until later today. Why don?t we step over to the café?? She gestured toward the pathway leading around the farmhouse.

Kelly completely forgot that a bistro-style café had opened in the former kitchen and dining room of the farmhouse since her last visit. As they followed the flower beds and flagstone path, Kelly was astonished to see the café also spilled out into the shady backyard. Surrounded by high stucco walls, the entire patio was private, secluded from the outside. The whole setting was delightful and charming, Kelly had to admit.

Mimi chose a table and sat down, motioning to a nearby waitress as Kelly settled into a wrought-iron chair. ?This is really quite nice. I like what they?ve done here,? Kelly surprised herself by saying. Noticing the many tables filled with customers lingering over late breakfasts and brunch, she asked, ?How?s it doing? Financially, I mean. I know how hard it is for small restaurants to make it.? As a beginning accountant years ago, Kelly had had several restaurants to worry about. ?Shoe box clients? she used to call them, because they always kept their accounts in shoe boxes for some reason.

?Actually, quite well, according to Pete,? said Mimi. ?He?s the young man who had the idea of turning this whole area into a restaurant. Somehow, he managed to convince the management company that owns it to invest in used equipment, and he volunteered all the labor. He put his heart and soul into this place.? She shook her head. ?Let?s hope all that hard work hasn?t been wasted . . . for both of us.?

Intrigued by the cryptic remark, Kelly was about to respond when the waitress appeared. She had shoulder-length reddish-brown hair that curved around a pretty face. ?Hi, Mimi,? she said with a bright smile, then turned a warm gaze to Kelly.

?Kelly, this is Jennifer Stroud,? Mimi introduced. ?She was also a friend of Helen?s.?

?Kelly, I just wanted to say how shocked we were at Helen?s death. She was a wonderful lady. I used to see her over at the shop almost every day, and she was always so sweet and loving. We?ll all miss her a lot.?

The comments caught Kelly unprepared, and she felt her eyes grow suddenly moist. She glanced down at her napkin. ?Thank you. You?re very kind.?

Jennifer reached out and patted Kelly?s arm. ?Hey, that?s okay. Let me bring you something. I know Mimi?s order already. Earl Grey, cream. How about you??

?Coffee, black and strong,? Kelly said with a smile, which helped chase away the tears.

?Down with decaf, right?? Jennifer winked as she flipped the notepad closed. ?Be right back.?

?I think she was at the funeral yesterday, but I really can?t remember too much,? Kelly said as she watched Jennifer skirt between tables, glad for the chance to compose herself.

?Oh, yes, she was there with the other knitting shop regulars.?

?Regulars?? Kelly asked, ?Who are they??

?We?ve got lots of knitting and needlework groups that meet regularly at the shop during the week. Some are organized, some just happen, like Jennifer?s group. They?re a bunch of women, many of whom are around your age, who meet after work a couple of times a week or more. Of course, anybody who shows up is welcome to sit in with any group. That?s how Helen met Jennifer and the others.?

Kelly could easily picture that. Helen was always knitting, and loved nothing better than to share her passion. It was...

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