of the Chloe Ellefson Mysteries
by Kathleen Ernst
Roelke McKenna here. I'm in a bind.
Nothing is more important to me than taking care of those I love. One of those people is my lady-friend, Chloe Ellefson. As she told you last time, she's spending a week in Mineral Point, Wisconsin, to help a fellow curator at Pendarvis Historic Site.
That gig starts tomorrow. I drove her to Mineral Point a day early to help our friend Adam, who's restoring an old stone cottage built in the 1830s by Cornish immigrants.
He asked us to help dig out his root cellar. He's been finding all sorts of cool stuff.
But Chloe got weirded out back there. Things got worse when Adam and I uncovered a skeleton. Then Adam's grandma asked Chloe to do some research to see if she could figure out who might have been buried in the cottage.
Chloe doesn't want me to "take care of" her, but she has a habit of getting into trouble. She's passionate about her history stuff, and helping people, and sometimes she plunges into dangerous situations. If I could, I'd call in to the Eagle Police Department and trade some shifts so I could stay here in Mineral Point, keeping an eye on things.
But the other members of my "people I love" list are my cousin Libby and her two kids.
Libby is an independent person who would never agree to "being taken care of" either. But her ex-husband has gone into stalker mode. She and the kids are in danger. I want to leave things to the police in her community. Her ex is a clever SOB, though, good as escaping notice. I'm afraid I might need to intervene.
I want to take care of Chloe, and I want to take care of Libby and the kids, and I can't be in two places at once.
That leaves me uneasy about everyone. I'm pretty sure trouble is right around the corner...and I may not be able to do a single thing to stop it.