little. Sadie hadn’t seen her daughter in months, not since she left for London on an internship with the London Zoo. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that Breanna might live the rest of her life in England. Sadie felt sad every time she thought about that, but now was not the time to feel sorry for herself. She was seeing her boy this weekend in the most beautiful place in the world this time of year—two reasons to celebrate.
“I got your e-mail with the MapQuest map, by the way,” Shawn said. “You keep forgetting I have GPS on my phone.”
“It’s always nice to have a backup,” Sadie said. She’d had her phone for months and could barely figure out how to set the alarm, let alone use the fancy-Nancy apps Shawn had downloaded for her. “I also signed us up for the after-dark Ghosts and Gravestones tour that goes over the famous haunting of the city. They talk about the North End tunnels and the Lady in Black; it sounded like something right up your alley.”
“Sounds great,” Shawn said. “You got us in the Saturday night before Halloween?”
Sadie smiled, quite pleased with herself. “It was the first thing I did once I knew we were coming. I’d heard about it from people who had taken the tour before and didn’t want to miss it. I just hope it’s not too scary for you.”
Shawn laughed. “As long as you’re there to protect me, I’ll be okay. I better get going, though, I’ve got class in ten minutes. Enjoy those grandkids of yours!”
Sadie nearly corrected him but realized he was teasing her about how close she and Pete were getting. He also knew how much she wanted to be a grandma, rather than Aunt Sadie, and the thought that these boys might one day be her grandsons made her smile. “Alright, I love you, my boy.”
“Love you too, Mom. I’ll look for that e-mail about the long-lost boyfriend-father deal.”
Sadie ended the call and put her phone in her coat pocket before pulling the collar up as a stiff wind came at her from the north. It had been nice weather when she and Pete arrived in Boston, but it had gotten colder every day since. Despite the temperatures, however, she loved autumn, loved New England, and was glad to be out of Garrison, Colorado, for a little while. Things had been changing for her over the last year, ever since the discovery of her neighbor’s body in the field behind her house, and whereas she once felt perfectly accepted and comfortable in her small town, she now felt as though she were growing out of it. Most of her investigative work was from Fort Collins, an hour west of Garrison, but she’d even had a couple from Denver hire her; her world was so much bigger than it used to be.
She let out a breath and wondered where life would take her next. It wasn’t that she regretted the changes—she’d always been open to adventure—but she missed the easy comfort she used to feel living in Garrison. It wasn’t fair to give other people all the blame, though; she knew she approached them differently too, unsure what gossip they had heard or what decisions they’d made about her.
Cautious.
That’s how she felt about even the people she’d been friends with for the last twenty-five years. Cautious was uncomfortable.
She looked up to see that she was only a few houses away from her destination. Instinctively her eyes moved to the house across the street from Jared and Heather’s—Mrs. Wapple’s.
The “Mrs.” meant she was, or had been, married. Where was her husband? The yard was unkempt, the grass long and matted in places, and the front flower beds that bordered the small Cape Cod house were bare dirt—no flower stalks or landscaping remnants anywhere in sight. The hole from last night was filled, though a faint layer of dirt remained on the sidewalk. There were no Halloween decorations, and even from here, Sadie could see where real spiderwebs clogged the corners of the recessed