Chapter 1 "So when's she going to walk?" Cora said. Sherry Carter shot an amused glance at Aaron Grant. Jennifer Carter Grant was crawling back and forth from Mommy to Daddy on a beach blanket on the front lawn. Cora Felton was sitting on a lawn chair. Not sitting on the ground was one of the privileges accorded a great-aunt, and Cora was taking full advantage. "She's nine months old," Sherry said. "What's your point?" "Babies walk around a year," Aaron said. "A whole year? That must tire them out." Cora cocked her head. "I don't see why she couldn't start walking. I mean, look at the size of her. You'd never know she was premature." "That's not the type of thing she needs to grow up hearing all the time," Sherry said. "You're going to withhold it from her?" Cora said. "My God, the kid will grow up with a complex. She'll have a therapist before she's five." "Did you ever have a therapist?" Sherry said. "That's a rather personal question. Particularly in front of a young man. Just because he married into the family doesn't mean he gets to share our household secrets." "Secrets?" Aaron said. "You mean you did have a therapist?" "You tell me," Cora said. "Do you think I had a therapist?" Aaron's mouth fell open. That was a loaded question. Any answer would be wrong. "Stop teasing Aaron," Sherry said. "Let the poor guy have some Daddy time." "Oh, you want the wicked stepaunt to go away?" "You're not a stepaunt. You're a great-aunt." "The best," Cora said. "Seriously, what are you going to tell the kid when she asks what that scar on your stomach is?" "You can't even see it," Aaron said. "The doctor was right. It's a bikini cut, and you can't even tell." Sherry wasn't wearing a bikini, she was wearing shorts and a halter top, but the result was the same. The horizontal scar was below the panty line. Sherry smiled. "Are you torturing me because you're bored? Can't stand it when things are quiet?" Aaron grinned. "I think that's it. She's an action junkie. Hasn't had a murder in months, and she's climbing the walls." "I am not," Cora said. "If I never see another murder case, it will be too damn soon." Jennifer reached the edge of the blanket and let out an excited whoop. Daddy headed her off. "Killjoy," Cora said. "There's germs in the grass." Cora mentioned another place germs might hang out. "Cora!" Sherry said. "You are not going to talk that way around the baby." "What, she's going to be offended? She doesn't look offended. Hey, Jennifer. Are you offended with Auntie?" Jennifer didn't answer. "When's she going to talk, anyway?" "She's nine months old," Sherry repeated. "Well, not full sentences, but a good 'Cora,' would be nice." Aaron picked Jennifer up, put her back in the middle of the blanket. "I think she's wet." Sherry dug in the diaper bag. "Care to change the baby, Auntie Cora?" "Certainly not. I'm the aunt, not the nanny. My job is to look proud and brag at PTA meetings." "Oh, my God," Sherry said. "It's not enough you want her walking. You've already got her in school." "Well, you have to plan ahead," Cora said. "If you're not careful, next thing you know she's bringing home some irresponsible bum." Sherry shook her head. "I'm changing her diaper and you've got her dating already." "And as for you, Mommy, I thought having a kid wasn't going to change anything?" "It hasn't." "Oh, no? I've had to send in the last five Puzzle Lady columns myself. And I'm no good at it. I keep screwing up. An editor called and asked what's wrong. I told her I had to send the stuff myself because my secretary had a baby." "You're lucky I don't make you write them," Sherry said. Cora grimaced. While she was the famous Puzzle Lady, whose smiling face graced the nationally syndicated crossword column, in point of fact Cora couldn't solve a crossword puzzle if you gave her the answers. Sherry Carter actually constructed the puzzles. Cora Felton merely lent her name to the project. Aaron's cell phone rang. He flipped it open. "Hello?... Yes, she's right here." Sherry reached for the phone. Aaron shook his head. "No, her." He held it out to Cora. Cora took the phone. "Hello?" "Cora? Chief Harper." "Oh, hi, Chief. What's up?" "I'm out at the Guildford sisters' bed-and-breakfast. Do you know it?" "Can't say that I do." "Fifty-one Elmwood Circle. About a half mile north of town." "What about it?" "Wanna take a ride out there?" "How come?" "Someone died." Copyright © 2012 by Parnell Hall Excerpted from Arsenic and Old Puzzles: A Puzzle Lady Mystery by Parnell Hall All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.