A Rumor of Bones: A Lindsay Chamberlain Mystery by Beverly Connor Page A
Authors: Beverly Connor
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real frustrated. One of the fathers went so far as to
threaten Dee one time, and I had to have a talk with
him. He didn't bother Dee anymore, but he still beats
his kids. It's hard to work up a lot of sympathy for
folks like Mrs. Greenwood."
"She was probably one of those thin little kids with
bruises, black eyes, and no winter coat herself," said
Lindsay. "I should have behaved more professionally.
I owe her an apology." She walked back to the car.
They rode in silence.
"I heard you and Derrick are professional dancers,"
said the sheriff after a while.
"No, we're strictly amateurs. We enter contests
now and then. We haven't lately, though. Marsha said
there is a place about 40 miles from Merry Claymoore. We're all going dancing there."
"Yeah, that's what she told me. That ought to be a
nice break from all this."
"You ought to come and bring your friend."
"I might do that"
/ knew a woman, lore/' in her hones...
-Theodore Roethke
I Roue a Woman
Chapter 5
THE FIRST THING Lindsay had packed when
Frank told her he had hired Derrick was a dancing
dress and shoes. It had been almost a year since Derrick and she had danced together, and she hoped for
an opportunity to start again.
The dress was not flashy like some of the dresses
she used for dancing. It was basic black with a full
skirt, tight bodice, and spaghetti straps. The shoes
were plain black heels. The shawl she draped over
her shoulders had come from Paris. She had purchased it when Derrick and she had competed in a
contest there. It was trimmed in black fringe and covered with great red, blue, green. and yellow flowers
woven from a shimmering metallic material onto a
black background. Lindsay tied her hair into a
smooth bun at the nape of her neck. She was putting
on dangling silver earrings when she heard Derrick's
voice.
"You look stunning."
Lindsay looked up to see him standing in the doorway of her tent.
"You're no slouch yourself." He was dressed in
black slacks and a white poet's shirt. His hair was
pulled back in a low ponytail, making him look like a
seventeenth-century highwayman.
"Frank and Marsha went in her car. I hope you
don't mind."
"No" She was not sure if she did or not, but when
she looked at Derrick again, she felt very glad to be
going out with him.
It was still daylight outside, but the sun was low on
the horizon. Derrick took her in his arms and spun her
around into a dip. When he brought her back up, he
kissed her, lingering for a little longer than a friendly
kiss. He released her after a moment, and they walked
to his car.
"I'm glad we're doing this," he said as he drove out
to the highway.
"Me, too. Tell me something, Derrick. We've
known each other for a long time. We were in school
together, we've been dancing partners off and on for,
what, six or seven years? Until now, you have never
seriously tried to seduce me. Why?"
"That's a good question. Why don't you think
about it?"
"You're infuriating sometimes ... and tempting. I'll
admit that ..."
"Why don't you give in then?"
"I suppose because you're my friend."
Derrick took her hand and kissed it. "We'd still be
friends."
Lindsay laughed. "Is this the way it's going to be
all evening? You keeping up the sexual tension?"
"You started this conversation."
"I guess I did, didn't 1?"
Derrick reached into his pocket and pulled out two
rings. He handed one to Lindsay and put one on his
own finger.
"Ah, you brought them," she said, slipping the
wedding ring on her finger.
"Well, I thought if we went dancing, we might
need them."
The Locomotion was a popular place. The parking lot
was full, and a stream of people flowed through the
double doors. Jane and her boyfriend, Keith, and Sally
and Thomas pulled in behind Lindsay and Derrick.
"Wow," said Jane when she saw them. "You two
are gorgeous"
"I'll say," chorused Sally and Thomas.
Derrick paid the cover charge for Lindsay and himself, and they fell in with the
threaten Dee one time, and I had to have a talk with
him. He didn't bother Dee anymore, but he still beats
his kids. It's hard to work up a lot of sympathy for
folks like Mrs. Greenwood."
"She was probably one of those thin little kids with
bruises, black eyes, and no winter coat herself," said
Lindsay. "I should have behaved more professionally.
I owe her an apology." She walked back to the car.
They rode in silence.
"I heard you and Derrick are professional dancers,"
said the sheriff after a while.
"No, we're strictly amateurs. We enter contests
now and then. We haven't lately, though. Marsha said
there is a place about 40 miles from Merry Claymoore. We're all going dancing there."
"Yeah, that's what she told me. That ought to be a
nice break from all this."
"You ought to come and bring your friend."
"I might do that"
/ knew a woman, lore/' in her hones...
-Theodore Roethke
I Roue a Woman
Chapter 5
THE FIRST THING Lindsay had packed when
Frank told her he had hired Derrick was a dancing
dress and shoes. It had been almost a year since Derrick and she had danced together, and she hoped for
an opportunity to start again.
The dress was not flashy like some of the dresses
she used for dancing. It was basic black with a full
skirt, tight bodice, and spaghetti straps. The shoes
were plain black heels. The shawl she draped over
her shoulders had come from Paris. She had purchased it when Derrick and she had competed in a
contest there. It was trimmed in black fringe and covered with great red, blue, green. and yellow flowers
woven from a shimmering metallic material onto a
black background. Lindsay tied her hair into a
smooth bun at the nape of her neck. She was putting
on dangling silver earrings when she heard Derrick's
voice.
"You look stunning."
Lindsay looked up to see him standing in the doorway of her tent.
"You're no slouch yourself." He was dressed in
black slacks and a white poet's shirt. His hair was
pulled back in a low ponytail, making him look like a
seventeenth-century highwayman.
"Frank and Marsha went in her car. I hope you
don't mind."
"No" She was not sure if she did or not, but when
she looked at Derrick again, she felt very glad to be
going out with him.
It was still daylight outside, but the sun was low on
the horizon. Derrick took her in his arms and spun her
around into a dip. When he brought her back up, he
kissed her, lingering for a little longer than a friendly
kiss. He released her after a moment, and they walked
to his car.
"I'm glad we're doing this," he said as he drove out
to the highway.
"Me, too. Tell me something, Derrick. We've
known each other for a long time. We were in school
together, we've been dancing partners off and on for,
what, six or seven years? Until now, you have never
seriously tried to seduce me. Why?"
"That's a good question. Why don't you think
about it?"
"You're infuriating sometimes ... and tempting. I'll
admit that ..."
"Why don't you give in then?"
"I suppose because you're my friend."
Derrick took her hand and kissed it. "We'd still be
friends."
Lindsay laughed. "Is this the way it's going to be
all evening? You keeping up the sexual tension?"
"You started this conversation."
"I guess I did, didn't 1?"
Derrick reached into his pocket and pulled out two
rings. He handed one to Lindsay and put one on his
own finger.
"Ah, you brought them," she said, slipping the
wedding ring on her finger.
"Well, I thought if we went dancing, we might
need them."
The Locomotion was a popular place. The parking lot
was full, and a stream of people flowed through the
double doors. Jane and her boyfriend, Keith, and Sally
and Thomas pulled in behind Lindsay and Derrick.
"Wow," said Jane when she saw them. "You two
are gorgeous"
"I'll say," chorused Sally and Thomas.
Derrick paid the cover charge for Lindsay and himself, and they fell in with the
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