Free Where Is Henderson? (Sam Darling mystery #5) by Jerilyn Dufresne

most part, but most seemed to resent him a little. I mean, the rich kid starting out at a lower paying job, but knowing he’d own the place one day.”
    “So he was an okay guy, but they resented his position?”
    “Yeah. However, I don’t think anyone resented him enough to kill him. But I may be wrong.”
    “Why is Jonah calling you?” My curiosity, as always, was in full swing. And now that I was done with the workshop, I wanted back in on the murder investigation.
    “We didn’t have much time together today, so we’re going to meet before dinner.” He looked at me, then smiled. “Want to join us?”
    “Of course I want to join you. It’s the real reason I’m here.”
    “Oh,” George said, in mock disappointment, “I thought you were here because you wanted to spend more time with me.”
    “Of course, that’s the main reason,” I teased. “The murder investigation is just the icing on the proverbial cake.”
    I walked over to George and he stood up. In the middle of a decidedly delicious kiss, his phone rang.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I have to take this.”
    He put the phone to his ear. “Lansing,” he said, answering the phone as he always does, a police officer to the core. Then a pause before he said, “That will be fine. See you in a few minutes.”
    I didn’t have to ask what the other party said. George told me immediately. “That was Jonah Henderson. He’s going to stop by in a few minutes, and we can talk here.”
    “I’ll check with Nibby about us using the parlor.” I turned when I had a sudden thought. “Have you talked to Nibby yet about the piece of newspaper I found in the boxcar?”
    “Not yet. So please don’t mention it to him.”
    “Okay,” I said, very happy I hadn’t succumbed to impulsiveness earlier.
    I saw George nod as I left the room, Clancy at my side. “I have a lot to tell you about today, girl. It was interesting.”
    A few more steps and I was in the kitchen. Nibby was hard at work, kneading some dough into what I supposed would be a luscious concoction that would appear for breakfast tomorrow. After greeting me, he assured me we could use the parlor.
    “Just close the door. Others will know not to disturb you if the door is closed.”
    “Thanks bunches,” I said, then impulsively hugged him, moving in from the side since he was busy working.
    I relayed the message to George and we resumed kissing again. It was a pleasant way to pass the time as we waited. Unfortunately, Jonah arrived much too soon.
    After introductions, we sat down and George dove right in. At first I was surprised he didn’t offer Jonah Henderson something to drink, but then I reflected on the fact that this was a murder investigation and not a social event.
    Jonah had some of the same characteristics as his older brother Caleb, the same body shape—round, and the same air of grief surrounding him. And as with his brother, I felt the same sense of discomfort. My typical psychic vibes weren’t in full swing, but I was getting an odd feeling nonetheless. I also noticed that Clancy stayed close by my side. There was something about Jonah Henderson that she didn’t like, and she didn’t seem willing to take her eyes off him. I’d consult with her later.
    I glanced at my beloved and saw a smudge of lipstick near the left side of his mouth. Talk about distracting! I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. My internal dialogue went something like this. Would he be madder if I let it go and he found out later that he had lipstick on his face during the entire interview? Or would he be madder if I cleaned it off? What a conundrum. However, I operate on the theory that people would rather know things. I’ve told many a clueless stranger that her skirt was tucked into her pantyhose, there was toilet paper stuck to a shoe, or his fly was down. Because I knew I’d definitely want to know. And I decided to treat George the way I’d treat a total stranger.
    Jonah and George were still in the