Winning Amelia. Ingrid Weaver
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Название: Winning Amelia

Автор: Ingrid Weaver

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781472039057

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      “You’ve got your hands full.”

      “It’s Jenny and Will who are the busy ones. I try to give them a break when I can. It’s the least I can do.”

      He waited until she sat, then took the chair across from her. “When do you expect them back?”

      “Not for another hour at least. Why?”

      “I was canvassing the neighbors tonight and hoped to talk to your brother and sister-in-law, too.”

      “It would probably be too late. They both get up early, and Jenny needs lots of rest these days. We’ll have to do it another time.”

      “I can talk to them on my own.”

      “It’s no trouble. I’d prefer to be present. That way you won’t need to bother giving me updates.” She gripped her knees and leaned forward. “Speaking of which, have you made any progress?”

      “I do have a lead I’ll be pursuing. One of your neighbors believes she might have seen the car of the person who bought the painting.” He summarized what he’d learned from Ruth.

      “That’s great!”

      “It gives me a place to begin, as long as she actually saw what she claimed she did.”

      “Oh, you can believe Ruth Talmidge. She’s a sweet lady. I see her busy with her garden most nice days. She always waves hello.”

      “She did seem observant.”

      “Jacob was the only one I talked to at the Talmidges’. He’d promised to ask his mom but I guess it slipped his mind.”

      “He likely didn’t want to get into trouble for leaving the house. He was supposed to be grounded.”

      “I’m glad you went back. It’s a good thing you were thorough.”

      “I’d like to talk to your sister-in-law to confirm what Ruth told me. Describing a car that distinctive might help trigger Jenny’s memory.”

      “Yes, it might. I’ll ask her as soon as they get home.”

      “You said it would be late.”

      “Well, yes, but that wouldn’t take long. I’ll call you tomorrow if I learn anything, okay?”

      That was the second time she’d put him off, as if she were reluctant to have him talk to her sister-in-law himself, but that made no sense. It was true that Jenny would indeed need a lot of rest in her condition, as Amelia had said. “Sure. I’ll see what I can do about tracking down the owner of that car. Even if he didn’t buy the painting, he did attend the sale. That alone could prove helpful.”

      “There couldn’t be many canary-yellow classic cars from the fifties around. The problem is finding it.”

      “Depends where you look.”

      “Can you hack into the Ministry of Transport database?”

      He shook his head. “Hacking the MOT would be illegal. Besides, I do have another approach I could take. I heard there was an antique car show at the fairgrounds on the weekend.”

      “Last weekend? That couldn’t be a coincidence.”

      “Probably not. Collectors tend to baby their cars, so they don’t use them for everyday errands. I’m guessing the owner of that yellow car your neighbor saw brought it out for the show.”

      “Then you can contact the group who organized the show!”

      “That’s the first step. Odds are good that the person we’re after is a member, or that I’ll find someone who knows him.”

      Amelia closed her eyes briefly. She exhaled on a sigh. “Hank, this is wonderful. Thank you so much for helping me.”

      “I haven’t found anything yet, Amelia.”

      “I know, but at least you’ve given me hope.”

      Her anxiety over the painting appeared as genuine as it had when they’d met in his office. Now that he’d seen for himself how she’d been living, he could understand how she might be feeling emotionally raw. That made it more difficult for him to broach the next subject. “Do you believe that Ruth’s observations are reliable?”

      “For sure. And with all the gardening she does, she likely knows everything that goes on in the neighborhood.”

      “Then I hope you could explain something to me. She was certain she saw your family celebrating on Sunday afternoon.”

      “What?”

      “She said you had just gotten home.”

      Amelia wiped her palms on her knees. “Sunday?”

      “In the afternoon. Ruth saw you hugging Jenny and Will. She said the boys joined in, too.”

      “That was before I found out the painting was missing.”

      “What was going on?”

      “Jenny made more than five hundred dollars at the yard sale.”

      “Was that what you were celebrating?”

      “Five hundred dollars is a lot of money.”

      “From what Ruth described, you appeared very excited. I just wondered whether there was more to it. Was there?”

      “Why would you ask that?”

      “You seem nervous, and you’re not looking at me.”

      She rubbed her knees once more, then folded her hands in her lap. “Money’s a sensitive subject for me.”

      “Sorry.”

      “And I don’t appreciate being given the third degree. If I had a dollar for every time people have given me attitude about the fortune I lost, I’d be halfway to getting it back by now.”

      “I wasn’t giving you attitude, Amelia, or the third degree. I was just trying to make sense of what I heard. That’s how I work.”

      “Well, what Ruth observed had nothing to do with the painting. It wasn’t until we came inside that I saw it was gone.”

      “I see.”

      “Good. Then let’s concentrate on that. What happens next?”

      “Hmm?”

      “Once you find out who owns that yellow car.”

      “Then I go and talk to him.”

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