Judy's Death (Cara Daniels Cozy Mystery Book 2) (2 page)

Chapter 4

Cara could feel her eyes widening. She
knew the books that A. J. Moss wrote, everyone did, the books had been all over
the news. Cara had bought the first one to see what all the fuss was about. The
storyline had been good but she thought the erotic parts had been unnecessary.

Cara looked closer at the woman in
front of her and said in a hushed tone, “Are you A. J. Moss?”

Judy laughed. “No! But I know who is.
He’s a friend of mine.”

“He? I thought A. J. Moss was female.”

“Everyone does. There’s going to be a
great commotion tomorrow when Andrew turns up and reveals that A. J. Moss is
him. The A. J. stands for Andrew James. We went to the same writing group, I
still go. He’s a lovely chap, about your age. He struggled to get himself
published the traditional way so he decided to self-publish. You probably know
the rest, how his books started to sell in their thousands, and how he was
approached by several big publishers.” Judy shook her head. “I’d never be able
publish my own books, it sounds so complicated. And who would want to buy my
books anyway?”

“What kind of books do you write?”

“The old-fashioned kind, about romance
and chivalry. I’m sure no one wants to read that sort of thing but I do enjoy
writing them. I like books with a happy ending.”

“Me too. Why is A. J. Moss coming here
to reveal himself, so to speak?”

Judy’s eyes watered. “For me. He knew
that I ran this festival and he always joked that when he was a famous writer
he would appear at the festival. He was true to his word and contacted me six
months ago. He said he wouldn’t charge a fee and that I should charge a lot for
the tickets. I usually charge five pounds a ticket for a big name author but
Andrew told me to charge thirty pounds! I did so reluctantly and the tickets
sold out within ten minutes.”

“He sounds like a lovely man.”

“He is. He always encouraged me to
write and when we had to share our stories via email at the writers’ group he
helped me work out how to do it.” Judy looked at her watch. “I’m going over to
the town hall now to make sure the top room is ready for him tomorrow. We won’t
be able to fit him and his followers in the library. Lauren insisted on
Snake-Eye having the same room before Andrew. I’m not sure his fans will fill
that big room, but what do I know?”

“Can I come with you? Do you need a
hand with anything?”

“Are you sure? You’ve already helped.”

“I’m sure, I’ve nothing else to do
today,” Cara said. She wasn’t prepared to leave Judy. The line around her, the
death line, had grown slightly thicker. Cara knew that meant Judy was closer to
her death. When had that happened?

Judy gave her a sympathetic look, as if
feeling sorry that Cara had nowhere else to go. “Of course you can help.
There’s a lot of sorting out to do. We’ll get a cup of tea when we’re over
there.”

Judy collected a few boxes from the
staffroom, handed one to Cara and then left the building. Cara looked over her
shoulder as something caught her eye. It was Robin flying behind her. He said,
“Where are you going?”

Cara hissed, “The town hall.”

Robin clapped his hands together. “The
town hall! I’ve never been to a town hall before! What do they have there?”

Cara gave a small shrug. She was
beginning to wish she’d been firmer with Robin about him staying in the car. He
wasn’t being any use to her at all.

Cara followed Judy out of the building,
across the road and into the stone built town hall. Robin flew at her side and
fired questions at her about the town hall. Cara couldn’t answer any of them in
front of Judy. “Never mind, I’ll find out myself!” Robin flew ahead of them
both and through the walls of the building.

Once they were through the main doors
Judy said, “I hope you’ve got strong legs, the top room is on … the top floor!”

Cara held her cardboard box tighter. It
was full of leaflets. She hoped she didn’t drop them.

As they walked towards the stairs
several people called out friendly hellos to Judy. Cara moved the box to her
left as she began to climb the steps. She smiled. The stone steps had been well
used over the years, they had a dip in the middle which had been worn away by
thousands upon thousands of feet.

She was only huffing slightly by the
time they reached the top floor. Judy put the box down, took out a lace
handkerchief and mopped her forehead. She said, “I know ladies aren’t supposed
to sweat, we’re supposed to glow, but I’m glowing like a pig!”

Judy put her handkerchief away and
picked the box up. The floor beneath Cara felt different. She looked down at
the lavish carpet that she was now walking on. Her look was then drawn to the
beautiful paintings that hung on the walls. And look at the velvet curtains!
Oh, her hand itched as she was tempted to reach out and touch the lush fabric.

Judy caught her look and gave her a wry
smile. “You can see where all our taxes go. No wonder Lauren wants to be a
council member. I shudder to think how much money has been wasted on these
surroundings when we can’t even get a decent computer for the library. Just
wait until you see the top room.”

Judy put her box down again and opened
a pair of doors that had been painted gold. Cara’s breath caught as she stepped
through. She said, “Is this real? I feel like I’ve stepped into a painting.
It’s huge!”

Judy nodded. “I’m glad Andrew is going
to be the headlining author tomorrow, he deserves a room like this. I’m glad to
see the chairs have been set out. You can go now if you like, I’m going to set
these leaflets out, test the microphone and a few other things.”

“I’m staying,” Cara said with more
determination than was needed.

“Oh, okay,” Judy said, taken aback
slightly.

They spent the next hour sorting out
various things. When she was done Judy stood back and nodded at the room
approvingly. “This will do. Cara, do you want to come back tomorrow and help
with this event? Andrew is going to give a talk about his writing, then he’ll
read an excerpt from his latest book.” She chuckled. “I might have to leave the
room at that bit. After that he’s going to sign books.”

“I can help all day tomorrow.”

Judy gave her a doubtful look.

Cara added, “I’ve nothing else to do.”

Sympathy appeared on Judy’s face again as
she looked at Cara. She said, “That’s very kind of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Cara said, “What are you doing now?”

“I’ve got to go to the supermarket and
pick up some thank-you gifts for the authors. I like to give them a gift, along
with a handwritten thank-you note.”

“I’ll give you a lift,” Cara said too
quickly.

Judy’s hand flew to her pearl necklace
and she took a small step back.

Cara didn’t blame her, she was
beginning to sound like a stalker. Cara cleared her throat and said, “If you
don’t mind me coming with you. I haven’t got any family near and I’m feeling
lonely today, more than usual. You remind me of my gran, I haven’t seen her for
a while.”

“Oh, you poor girl. You don’t have to
explain to me about loneliness. Once we’ve been to the supermarket you must
come to my house for tea! I won’t take no for an answer.”

“That would be perfect,” Cara said with
a smile. “Thank you.” Her eyes took in the black death line, it had grown even
thicker. Was something going to happen to Judy soon? Was her potential murderer
nearby?

Cara didn’t know what was going on. She
followed Judy out of the building, her eyes looking left and right as she
walked, hoping to see a flying angel. She could do with talking to Robin about
Judy’s death line but she couldn’t see him anywhere.

Chapter 5

Going to the supermarket with Judy was
a nightmare for Cara. She was on constant high alert for any possible dangers
that might lead to Judy’s death.

Is this what mothers felt like when
they took their precious children out? Cara’s head began to ache from looking
in so many directions as they walked along the aisles. There was danger
everywhere! Strangers bumping into them with trolleys, spillages on the floor
that hadn’t been cleaned yet, and displays of tinned tomato soup piled far too
high! What were the staff thinking?

Judy was oblivious to the lurking
dangers as they walked around. She chatted to Cara
 
about her life at the library. Judy said
hello to many people, it was obvious she was well liked.

Cara was relieved when they arrived at
Judy’s home. Perhaps the danger would be less here. But there again, they might
disturb a crazed thief inside the house.

“Here we are,” Judy said cheerfully.
She nodded towards a bungalow. “It’s not much but it’s all mine.”

There was a man in the front garden
bending over a rose bush. He straightened up as Judy and Cara walked up the
garden path. He was wearing a brown cardigan and casual trousers. Cara guessed
his age to be around sixty.

The man beamed at Judy. “Hello there! I
thought I’d deadhead the roses. Hope that’s alright with you. I’ve given the
lawn a quick going over. Let me help you with those bags, they look heavy.”

Judy smiled at him. “No, that’s okay,
Thomas, I’ve got this young lady to help me. This is Cara, she’s volunteering
at the festival. You didn’t have to do the gardening, but thank you.”

Thomas walked over to Cara and shook
her hand. He said, “I’ll be at the festival tomorrow as a volunteer too.” He
turned his attention back to Judy. “I hope you’re not doing too much. You
should let other people help you.”

“Don’t make a fuss, Thomas, you know I
can handle it.”

Thomas laughed. “I know you can!” His
eyes twinkled as he looked at Judy.

Judy said, “We’d better be getting on.
Thank you again, Thomas.”

“My pleasure,” Thomas said.

Cara looked back over her shoulder as
they walked towards the front door. Thomas still had his eyes on Judy.

When they got in the house Cara said,
“Is Thomas your boyfriend?”

“Good heavens! No! He’s a very dear
friend,” Judy said. Cara noticed the blush on her cheeks. “I’ll make a start on
dinner and then we’ll get on with the authors’ gift bags.” Judy put the
shopping bags down and made a shooing motion at Cara. “I like to cook on my
own. Go into the front room, make yourself at home. I’ll call you when it’s
ready.”

Cara went into the front room. She
smiled. There were flower prints everywhere – on the wallpaper, the
curtains and the comfy-looking sofa. Cara sank into the sofa and rubbed her
head. The earlier pain had receded. She’d only known Judy a short while but
she’d really taken to the kind-hearted woman. She couldn’t bear the thought of
Judy being murdered.

Cara looked towards the kitchen door,
she could hear Judy singing to herself. Cara whispered, “Robin! Are you here?
Please show yourself!”

No angel appeared.

Cara sighed. Where was he?

She looked around the room again. A
pile of papers caught her eye on a side table. She reached over and picked them
up. It looked like a manuscript. The first page showed the title of the story
and the name of the author – Judy Wallace. Cara couldn’t resist having a
quick peek. She turned to the first page and started to read.

What felt like two minutes later she
jumped as Judy said her name. Judy was standing at the side of the sofa looking
down at Cara. Cara was still holding Judy’s manuscript.

Cara felt her cheeks burn. She mumbled,
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I read the first page and I couldn’t stop.
This is a wonderful story, I love the characters and how they deal with their
problems. You’re an excellent writer.”

Judy waved a hand dismissively at her.
“Oh, you’re just being kind. That’s one of my early stories, one I wrote to
take to the writers’ group.”

“I’m not being kind, I mean it.” Cara
looked back at the manuscript. “Can I read the rest of it?”

“Take it home with you, I’ve got a few
copies. You can read it to help you go to sleep tonight! Come through to the
kitchen, I hope you’re hungry.”

Cara was hungry. She realised that she
hadn’t eaten since breakfast. She devoured the roast chicken dinner that Judy
had prepared. She gobbled up the apple pie and custard and even managed to
squeeze in a second helping.

Judy asked Cara about her life as they
ate. She seemed genuinely interested in Cara’s work. With a pang of sadness
Cara realised how much she was enjoying spending time with someone. Perhaps she
had been on her own too long.

Cara insisted on washing up. Then she
helped Judy prepare the authors’ gift bags.

As the last bag was completed Judy
stifled a yawn. Cara couldn’t think of a valid reason for her to stay any
longer.

Cara said, “I’d better go. Thank you
for dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow. What time will you be at the festival?”

“Bright and early! About eight o’clock.
The festival starts in the library in the morning and moves to the town hall
later. Why don’t you come along in the afternoon?”

Cara nodded. She’d be there at eight
o’clock but she wasn’t going to tell Judy that. She was taken by surprise as
Judy suddenly grabbed her and hugged her. Cara smiled and relaxed into the hug.
It had been a while since she’d been hugged.

Making sure she had Judy’s manuscript,
Cara said goodbye and headed towards her car. Judy waved from the front door
and watched as Cara drove away.

Cara drove around the block and
returned to Judy’s street. She parked a little way up the road so that she
could see Judy’s house. She was intending to keep an eye on Judy’s house all
night. If there was a murderer prowling about then Cara was going to stop him
or her. Quite how she’d do that was something she’d deal with later.

She felt her heart miss a beat as Robin
appeared in the passenger seat.

“Crikey! You scared me half to death!”
Cara exclaimed. “Where have you been?”

Robin turned his face to her. A silver
tear trickled down his cheek. The sadness in his eyes made Cara’s heart ache.
She said, “Robin, what’s wrong? Are you crying? I didn’t know angels could
cry.”

He wiped the tear away. “I didn’t know
angels could cry either.” He nodded towards Judy’s house. “That lovely woman …
I felt her death today … it was awful. I felt her life force being
extinguished, like someone had blown out a candle.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to stay here and watch
the house, Judy isn’t going to die tonight. She’s going to die some time
tomorrow at the town hall.”

“What time? Do you know who’s going to
kill her?”

Robin shook his head. “I could only
feel her death. It hurts so much.” A fresh tear ran down his cheek. “Cara, you
have to stop the murderer.”

Cara looked at his distraught face. She
didn’t know what to say, and she suddenly didn’t know if she really could stop
Judy from being murdered. She’d never felt so useless in her life.