By Kelly Flynn
from Maggie Sefton's SKEIN OF THE CRIME
Well, I've been reading all these other characters' posts, and most of them have told you a lot about themselves. Sorry I didn't share that information the first time out. I had NO idea I was going to be talking to you guys every month. But another of those cryptic notes appeared on my daytimer informing me that I was scheduled to post on the 8th of every month. "She" had neglected to tell me that the first time. She can be so annoying at times. BTW, that's the cover of her latest "story" about us. My friends and I are the main characters, and that's the eighth story. What an invasion of privacy. She never asked us if we wanted our lives detailed in books. If I weren't so busy, I'd call up my lawyer and ask his opinion. Maybe we can sue her or something. But I'm too busy right now. And I've got just a few minutes to talk to you guys.
Okay, so here goes. This time I've already got my coffee, so we won't waste time. You learn that pretty fast when you're a corporate CPA. That's what I am. Well. . .I was for eight years. I joined one the Big Firms in Washington, DC, straight out of college, and jumped right into the fast lane of Hot Shot Accounting. Corporate. Fast-paced, high stakes, big important clients. Demanding clients. Big companies with lots and lots of money and lots and lots of complicated accounting problems. And I was good at solving them. In fact, I loved my job. Of course, that's all I had was my job, especially after my dad died. After he died, well. . .things kind of changed. Then, Aunt Helen was murdered here in my hometown of Fort Connor, Colorado. . .and everything changed.
That's when I came back home. I was only supposed to come back for Aunt Helen's funeral and handle her estate. Estate is an exaggeration. All Helen had was a little money in savings and her cottage, right across the driveway from her favorite place on earth. . .the knitting shop Lampspun. That's where I met Mimi, the shop owner, and all the other great people around the knitting table. They were friends of Helen's and became my friends, too. The best friends I've ever had. Lisa, who's a physical therapist; Megan, who escaped the IT corporate grind; and Jennifer, who juggles two jobs, waitressing at Pete's cafe at the back of Lambspun and working as a real estate agent.
To tell the truth, I enjoyed being around them so much that I didn't want to leave. I was going to, but. . .then Helen's lawyer told me about the twenty thousand dollar check Helen cashed the day of her death. That caught my attention. Turns out the police didn't even know about it. They kept telling me Helen's murder was a "burglary gone bad," and they'd already found the guy who did it. Or. . .so they thought. I wasn't so sure, so I started poking around and started finding things. Things that didn't belong. Things that didn't make sense. And that's when I decided I couldn't leave Fort Connor. Not until I found out what REALLY happened to Aunt Helen.
If you're interested in finding out who killed Aunt Helen, you might want to check out the first in those stories about us. It's called KNIT ONE, KILL TWO. Wow. . .that was over two years ago. A lot has happened since then. "She" has been keeping track, of course. Writing it all down on her laptop.
Okay, that's enough for now. I've gotta get back to my clients and their accounts. That Greenwich Meridian Time Clock is ticking inside my head. Switching to spreadsheets now. Talk to you guys next month.