Ada's Death (Cara Daniels Cozy Mystery Book 5) by Gillian Larkin Page B

imagining the worst. Where was Robin?
Was he still in the house looking after Ada? She could do with speaking to him.
    She
stepped back into the kitchen and closed the door. She didn’t want to be
calling out for Robin outside, like some cat making those weird wailing noises
that cats make at night-time.
    “Robin!
Are you here? Can you hear me?” she called out to the empty kitchen.
    Robin
appeared at her side making her jump. “Yo!” he called out.
    Cara
took a step back as Robin’s nose was almost touching hers. Robin looked in awe
around the kitchen. “I can’t believe I’m in Abigail’s kitchen! Look at
Abigail’s kettle! And her microwave! Awesome.”
    “Haven’t
you had a look round Gran’s house yet?” Cara asked.
    “Nope,
I’ve been keeping an eye on Ada, like you told me to.” He spun around. “Wow!
Look at that kitchen table! To think, the great Abigail has sat there.
Amazing!”
    “Can
you rein in your enthusiasm for a while and tell me about Ada?”
    “What?
Oh, yeah, Ada. We had a lovely day together. Don’t look so worried! I remained
invisible throughout the day. First, she pottered around in her garden. Then
she had her dinner - lamb chop and vegetables, followed by a small raspberry
trifle.”
    Cara
rubbed her tummy. “You’re making me hungry. Go on. Did she have any visitors?”
    “No.
Her son phoned her. She chatted to him for fifteen minutes, she asked him about
his work and other things. I couldn’t hear any animosity on either side. Later
on, she did a crossword and a bit of knitting. We watched an episode of Morse.”
Robin held up a finger. “Never move to Oxford, Cara, it’s the death capital of
England. After that, she made herself a tea and took herself to bed with James Patterson.”
    Cara
smiled. “I hope you’re referring to a book, and not a secret boyfriend.”
    “Ha!”
Robin said with a snort. “Very good, Cara.” He tipped his head to one side.
“You look happier. That haggard look has diminished. I think living here for a
while will do you good.”
    Cara
tutted. “I’m sure I never looked haggard. A bit peaky sometimes, but not
haggard.”
    “If
you say so. I really like Ada, she’s a cheerful soul. Sings to herself a lot.
You should have seen her with that crossword, had it done in no time! And she
knew who the killer was in Morse within ten minutes of the programme starting.
She’s got a sharp mind.” He frowned. “I think her memory’s going a bit. She
kept mumbling about items that she’d lost. She was wondering where the salt and
pepper pots had gone as they weren’t where they should be.”
    Cara
said, “I get like that too. I don’t think we need to be concerned. Is she
asleep now?”
    “She
was nodding off. I’ll go back and watch over her,” Robin offered. “You have a
good night, catch up on your beauty sleep.” He winked and then disappeared.
    Cara
wasn’t sure if she would have a good sleep, she had got used to her own
surroundings. But she was wrong. As soon as she settled into the comfy bed in
Gran’s spare room she was overwhelmed with happiness as she remembered the many
happy times she’d spent in the house with Gran. Cara yawned. It was like Gran’s
house had cast a sleeping spell over her. As well as talking to angels maybe
Gran was a witch too.
    Cara
was woken up rudely by a knocking sound. Who was that knocking in the middle of
the night? Cara rubbed her eyes and looked at the bedside clock. Eight o’clock
in the morning! It can’t be. She’d only just closed her eyes.
    The
knocking sounded out again. Was someone knocking on Gran’s door? At this time?
    Cara
grumpily pulled herself out of bed. If it was someone selling something she was
going to breathe morning breath all over them!
    It
wasn’t a salesperson, it was Ada, looking bright and cheerful.
    Despite
being half-asleep, Cara’s heart missed a beat when she saw the black death line
that surrounded Ada. It meant that Ada was close to being murdered. Cara