Murder, Served Simply by Isabella Alan Page A

to the side. It had even more dishes on it. Drama must make a person hungry, because the cast and crew could certainly eat.
    I picked up an empty bin from the cart and started collecting silverware. Oliver followed me around the table, most likely thinking I would drop a crumb or two for him to gobble up.
    Junie’s head snapped up. “What are you doing?”
    â€œCleaning up. Boy, those actors sure enjoyed their breakfast, didn’t they?”
    She set the bin at the end of the table. “You can’t. You’re a guest. I will get in trouble if it looks like I asked a guest to do my job for me.”
    â€œI’m not a guest.” I placed a serving spoon in my bin.
    â€œBut you don’t work here.”
    â€œI do, in a way, at least as long as the quilt show is going on. Besides, I need to talk to you, so you might as well put me to work while I am at it.”
    She started gathering coffee mugs again. “Me? Why would you need to talk to me?”
    â€œI want to know more about your uncle Nahum.”
    She dropped the coffee mug she was holding onto the table. Luckily, it didn’t break, but the remnants of the coffee inside splattered across the white tablecloth. Her face turned red, and she dabbed at the stain with a wet rag. “Why? What would you want to know about him?”
    A man three tables away pointedly rattled his paper, which caused Oliver to wriggle under the long table.
    I lowered my voice and moved closer to her. “Where can I find him? I want to talk to him.” I paused. “About Eve.”
    She gnawed on her bottom lip so much that there was a small dot of blood right at the crease. “You can’t want to talk to him. He’s crazy.”
    â€œI have to. He has a motive.”
    She dropped the rag onto the silver cart. “A motive for what?”
    I gave her a look. “A motive for Eve’s accident.”
    Junie dropped her eyes to the table. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if you talk to him. It will make him angry.”
    I took that as a gross understatement. “Just tell me where I can find him, and I will be the judge of that. Do it for Eve.”
    She swallowed. “If I tell you, do you promise not to go alone?”
    That sounded ominous, but I wanted the information, so I said, “I won’t. Do I look stupid?”
    She didn’t say anything for a full minute. Finally, she said, “He lives in a cabin in the woods on the outskirts of Holmes County. It’s almost in Wayne County.”
    â€œWhat’s the name of the road he lives on?”
    â€œIf he’s still there, and I’m not certain that he is, it’s called Yoder Bend. The cabin is not exactly on the road, but that’s the closest road to it. I’ve never been there myself, but I heard my father describe it. He had gone there before to try to talk some sense into my uncle and ask him to rejoin our community.”
    â€œYoder Bend,” I repeated to commit it to memory.
    â€œJunie, why isn’t that table cleared off already?” Mimi said as she stepped through the French doors. “Guests have checked out and their rooms need to be turned.”
    I found Mimi’s reaction a bit harsh, especiallyconsidering Junie’s sister just died under suspicious circumstances.
    Junie lowered her eyes. “I am sorry.” She started to pile the last of the dishes on the cart with abandon.
    â€œIt’s my fault,” I said, jumping in. “I was offering Junie my condolences on the loss of her sister.”
    Mimi’s face softened. “Yes, it has been terrible for all of us.”
    Interesting, I thought. Mimi seemed to be speaking on a more personal level than I would expect her to use with one of the actors.
    Junie threw the last of the dirty napkins on the metal cart and wheeled it toward the kitchen without a backward glance.
    â€œDid you know Eve well?” I asked Mimi.
    To my shock,