How could he have possibly known she was going to marry Bruce Linney, the crime reporter from the Island Times newspaper where she worked? It was Hayley’s best friend Liddy Crawford who was supposed to be married today, in this church, at this time. She swooned, fearing she was on the cusp of fainting dead away.īruce gripped her hands even tighter to keep her steady as she stared at the intruder standing on the church threshold. The crowd gasped and whipped around in their seats to see who was rudely interrupting the ceremony. “Wait! I do! I have just cause!” a man bellowed from the back of the church. “By the power vested in me by the state of Maine-” He waited a moment, smiled at the happy couple, and then got right to the good part. Reverend Staples stood before Hayley and Bruce and all the wedding guests filling the pews of the Congregational church and asked, “If anyone here has just cause why these two people should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the Publisher and neither the Author nor the Publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.” If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. Published by Kensington Publishing CorporationĪll copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.Ĭopyright © 2020 by Rick Copp and Holly Simason ”Īs Hayley finally reached Bruce, she followed his stunned gaze to the ground, where a body was face-down in a blueberry patch.īruce gingerly reached down and turned the body over enough to see that it was a woman, her white summer blouse stained purple by squashed blueberries. “Where are you?”Īs she got closer to him, she suddenly heard him yell, “Oh my God!” Hayley ran toward him, but didn’t see him at first. It flew right at him, and it looked as if he was poised to finally catch it when suddenly he went down, flat on his back. Hayley knew he wouldn’t stop until he caught one, so she picked one more blueberry and threw it as hard as she could.
#Death of a blueberry tart full
Bruce began jogging backward into the open clearing that was full of blueberry bushes, his mouth wide open.
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