with your pickling shop.â
Piper smiled, certain he didnât really want to know about all the ins and outs of her developing love of the pickling process, learned in Aunt Judyâs kitchen and fueled by Uncle Frankâs farm-grown vegetables. She gave him the condensed version, though, tossing in mention of her long engagement to Scott, which she made clear no longer existed. Will nodded without comment, but she thought she saw a smile in his eyes.
Eventually, the conversation worked its way, between crunches on BBQ-flavored corn chips and salt and vinegar crinkle cuts, to Alan Rosemontâs unsolved murder.
âIâve been looking around for possible suspects, for Amyâs sake,â Piper said. âAnd for mine, too,â she admitted. âI just canât see Nate Purdy as the guilty one, despite Sheriff Carlyleâs apparent interest in him.â
âIsnât Sheriff Carlyle Amyâs father?â
Piper nodded. âHeâs doing his best to keep that fact from influencing him. I just hope he isnât leaning too far in the other direction in his efforts to be impartial.â She took a swallow of her soda.
âSo youâre looking for other suspects. I hope thatâs not why you came here tonight?â Will said it with a smile, but Piper realized with shock that heâd asked a reasonable question.
âNot at all!â But what could she say that didnât get her into more trouble? That sheâd come because she liked his blue eyes and honest face? âYou shouldnât be a suspect, should you?â
âNo, but maybe you should have verified that before riding alone with me to this remote spot? As it happens, besides never having met Alan Rosemont in my life, I have a pretty good alibi for Friday night.â He paused, grinning, and Piper realized she was holding her breath. âI was playing cards with Sheriff Carlyle and three other men. Low stakes.â
Piper laughed. âI guess you canât do much better than that.â
âProbably not. But I hope when youâre looking around for suspects, youâll always keep your own safety in mind.â
Will looked so serious, but Piper knew he was right. She was getting involved in something that could have dangerous repercussions. Her tipped-over garbage can came to mind. Certainly nothing that could be called dangerousâmore annoying than anything. But could it also have been a warning?
10
âS o, how did you enjoy your tour of Willâs tree farm?â Aunt Judy asked casually as she browsed through Piperâs spices. Uncle Frank had dropped her off along with a fresh bushel of his black-spined cucumbers.
Piper looked up in surprise. Sheâd intended to mention the evening tour to her aunt, but in an âoh, by the wayâ manner. âHow did you know about that?â
Aunt Judy smiled. âYouâre still not used to small-town living, are you? Not much gets missed.â
âOther than the occasional murder, I presume?â
âWell, that,â Aunt Judy agreed. âBut when a young lady gets picked up on a bright summer evening and heads off in the direction of the driverâs tree farm, somebodyâs bound to notice. Willâs very proud of his setup.â
âHe should be. I was impressed.â Piper was sorting through the bushel, but it was clear Uncle Frank had already done so. She hadnât found a swollen or pinch-ended cuke in the bunch. Plus theyâd been thoroughly washed, though sheâd give each cucumber a second scrub before packing them into her crocks. âTo answer your question, I enjoyed the tour very much. But it was simply a tour,â she added. âWillâs a nice guy, and Iâm glad to get to know him. Nothing more.â
âOf course not.â Aunt Judy replaced a jar of Sichuan peppercorns that sheâd been examining. âItâs always good to make new friends. And I
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