The Mind of a Sleuth
By Lois Robbins
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One of their more solid members is unaware that his selfishly secret goals need not be met by innocent communicants in this morally uplifting story. Angellicas strong belief that evil will be stopped by higher forces than she keeps her plodding on while hopefully keeping her investigation low-key. More horrific events occur than she is prepared for, and low-key is not what she inherits in the deal.
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The Mind of a Sleuth - Lois Robbins
CHAPTER 1
Sea Isle City
My name is Angellica Peterson, and I live in the pretty postcard city of Sea Isle. It lies about half an hour from Atlantic City, a beautiful resort city that visitors flock to in summer. During the other three seasons, it’s a quiet, picturesque community near to where my son is a minister of a Lutheran Church. My husband and I moved here from Bucks County to be near our only child. Now I live here alone.
Robert Senior and I were Presbyterians, though we attended separate churches. I was the OP, or Orthodox, and Robert Senior was the PCA, or the left-hand side of the union. Our son avoided this quandary by attending a Lutheran seminary, where he happily met and married his true love, Ruth. After a sensible length of time, they produced healthy twins, Robert and Joseph, who were the apple of my eye.
On the evening in question, I was embarking on a new quilt pattern, when the phone rang, abruptly disrupting the rhythm of my pattern. I usually do my artistic work during evenings as friends who knew better didn’t call, and I was prepared to ignore this intruder.
My sixth sense told me to answer it, so I did. It was Robert, and he sounded upset as only I could tell. He could be quite an actor, but not now. Mom, I’d like to meet for lunch tomorrow.
How very odd; he was not a lover of the occasional lunch. I have something to tell you, and I can’t talk right now. How ab-ab-about
—his old stutter was back—you choose.
I had no problem answering quickly. Let’s try Docks.
It was the only restaurant I knew how to find in Atlantic City. It was across the boardwalk, and it was very elegant. My mood improved immediately. I wondered what the problem was and forced myself to put off all worrying until tomorrow. It was probably a minor problem and a touch of the flu.
The next day, I played with my new perm and chose something moderate but safely tasteful. In other words, I dressed for a ride in my new Town Car, which was always a treat for me. I pulled up to the valet parking and was very surprised to see Robert waiting for me at the door. Definitely, there was a problem. We hurried inside and chose a table in the corner of the darkly paneled room.
I settled myself into the plush velvet seat and relaxed into the mood of old money, silent waiters, and the illusive smell of seafood. As we both perused the large leather menu, I looked at the gray pallor of my son’s face and wondered. He peeked out from behind his menu, and I noticed a face drained of all color. I also noted his hated cowlick had gone rogue on him, resembling a wild corkscrew.
I had no need to check the menu, but I pretended to do so. I chose the Cobb salad with crab and waited with curiosity for the reason behind this meeting. As soon as we were alone, he said, Mom, I’m so ashamed. I’ve been so foolish. It’s that trust fund you set up for me. I’ve been a real idiot. I thought I could beat the odds against the poor interest rate, and it’s gone, all gone.
Have you told Ruth about it?
Of course I didn’t. You know Ruth. I’d be dead right now,
he said dejectedly.
I unfortunately had to agree.
He continued, It would never be enough in ten years for two boys, eight semesters of college.
I agreed, of course, I could add. An opportunity came up to invest it in a mortgage for ten years at 6 percent interest, and I foolishly jumped on it. Now it’s gone,
he repeated then proceeded to tell me about it.
This was how the story went. There was a member of the church who, along with his family, had been a loyal one for years. He had a talent for repairing appliances, carpentry, and all kinds of construction, plumbing, and gardening—a jack-of-all-trades. My son and his family had moved into an older style of parsonage with much need of work, as my son had never had an interest in these things. It was inevitable that Mr. Moyer spent much time with them. He was easy to talk to and was apt to ask questions, showing a quick and easy mind. He was a trustee, and Robert had no reason to doubt him.
One day, he approached my son with a proposition. He said he had been waiting for years for the adjoining cottage to his home to become available and just that thing had happened. His offer was for a 6 percent contract for ten years for thirty thousand dollars. He told him to think about it for a while, but the house might not last on the market.
Robert had received a notice from the bank that the interest rate