The Windmill Café: Christmas Trees. Poppy Blake
the perfect solution,” added Grace, her tears dried, her face suffused with renewed enthusiasm. “With Rosie and Matt on the case, this whole thing will be solved in no time and Josh and I can concentrate on having the wedding day we’ve always dreamed of.”
“No pressure there, then,” muttered Rosie.
She glanced across the table at Corinne, intending to offer her a sympathetic smile; after all, she had often been on the receiving end of Mia’s ‘good ideas’ herself. Under the neon glare of the kitchen lights, she noticed for the first time that their visitor’s eyes were red-rimmed.
“Are you okay, Corinne?”
“I suppose so. It’s just well you know, this is all very shocking, isn’t it? Nothing like this ever happened where I used to live. I have to admit that I’m a bit scared. What if they’re still out there, the person who did this—lurking in the trees—watching us all? I usually walk Coco in those woods. Is it even safe to go there now?”
Rosie smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be okay up at the Windmill lodges. Abbi and Dylan are staying in the shepherd’s hut, and there’s Sam and Zara in the lodges. Penny will be there by herself too until Theo is discharged from the hospital which probably won’t be until the end of the week, and I’ll be in my flat above the café. We’ll be fine if we stick together. Anyway, we’re not even sure that Theo was the intended target.”
“What do you mean?”
Rosie wished she’d kept her mouth shut when she saw the look of horror on Corinne’s face. A spasm of guilt sliced through her chest as Mia sent her a withering look.
“All I meant was that the police’s investigation is at such an early stage we don’t know anything for certain. It could have been an attempt at poaching gone wrong.”
“Okay. I’m happy to help you out with the baking, but I think I’ll just stay in the village and come over to the Windmill Café when I’ve finished my shift at the deli, if that’s okay.”
“That would be great, Corinne. Thank you,” smiled Rosie, an upward tick of enthusiasm bursting into her chest. Now that was sorted all she wanted to do was find Matt and get on with the search for the truth.
“Is that a yes, then, Rosie?” asked Grace, the desperation on her face sealing Rosie’s determination. “You and Matt will do it?”
“Hey, what am I getting volunteered for now?” asked the man himself from the doorway.
“Hi, Matt,” smiled Grace. “Is Josh with you?”
“No, he’s volunteered to help Freddie, Sam and Dylan. They’re doing a final sweep of the Ultimate Adventures woodland to make sure there are no more obstacles for the unwary to walk or ride into.”
Matt slumped down at the table, shoving the sleeves of his logoed Ultimate Adventures fleece up his forearms in a gesture of irritation at the selfishness of the person responsible for Theo’s injuries. Exhaling a long, ragged sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair so that it stood up into spiky blond tufts and made him look like he’d just left his surfboard at the back door. Rosie caught a stray whiff of his signature lemony cologne and was rewarded by the pleasurable twist she always experienced whenever she was in Matt’s company, accompanied by the delicious pull of attraction – something that she had missed since he had been avoiding her.
“Any tea left in the pot, Carole? Not had a decent cuppa since six o’clock this morning.”
“Of course. And Matt, now you’re here, would you please reassure Grace that it’s totally unnecessary to talk about cancelling the wedding. I take it the police already have a list of suspects they want to interview? Do they think this was a random attack or was someone in your cycling group targeted?”
“They’re working on the theory that we were targeted. I can categorically state that the wire was not there yesterday. Freddie and I inspected every route through the Ultimate Adventures woodland, including the shortcuts, in preparation for the final sprint of the cycle ride and every one of them was clear, which means whoever did this had to have installed the trap after dark in the full knowledge that the stag party would be passing through the next day. The police have confirmed that if Theo hadn’t been such an experienced cyclist, well—he could have been decapitated!”
Gasps of shock ricocheted around the cosy kitchen.
“Oh, my God!”
“Who would do such a thing?”
A curl of nausea twisted through Rosie’s stomach as she realised that once again they were dealing with a situation that could have been extremely serious. She had thought that when she escaped the London suburbs to make her home in a cute little windmill in the Norfolk countryside she was headed for a calmer, more relaxed way of life where nothing frightening ever happened. How wrong she had been, because since arriving in Willerby she had been involved in investigating a potentially lethal poisoning, an almost fatal shooting and now what? A potential garrotting? Ergh!
“Do the police have any suspects?” asked Mia, her eyes trained on Matt’s as she stroked Alfie’s ears.
“They’ve asked for details of everyone who took part in the cycle ride, and their partners.”
“What? Are they seriously suggesting that one of us had something to do with this?” demanded Abbi, spluttering her tea across the table, and, seeing the look of dismay on Rosie’s face, reaching for the kitchen towel to wipe up the mess. Unfortunately, this gesture wasn’t enough for Rosie and she left the table to go in search of the anti-bacterial spray.
“Well, if Theo was the intended victim, it’s a sensible assumption.”
“Oh my God, how awful!” moaned Grace, shaking her head in distress. “How can Josh and I even contemplate getting married when our guests are being interrogated by the police? It’s not what I had in mind when I said I wanted a quiet country wedding! This is all my fault!”
“It’s okay, love. Come on, haven’t we got a plan to sort out this whole unpleasant business quickly?”
Rosie caught Carole’s eye and saw her nod her head in the direction of Matt, her expression making her intention plain. However, before she could formulate the words to inform him of what Mia had cooked up for them, her friend had leapt into the breach, her enthusiasm sending Alfie from her lap to join Coco next to the Aga.
“We thought you and Rosie could join forces – like you did last time – to get to the bottom of what happened to Theo? Please say yes, Matt. Please say you’ll do this for Grace and Josh.”
Rosie stared at Matt, anxiety gnawing at her nerve endings as he took his time to respond to Mia’s suggestion. For a few seconds she thought he was going to refuse until his lips curled into his habitual grin with a side-order of mischief. In that instance she knew their previous closeness had not been eliminated by Harry’s reappearance in her life, and she knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Another Willerby Whodunnit!” Matt shook his head and Rosie loved the sparkle that had appeared in his eyes. “At least this time I can’t lay the blame at the door of the Windmill Café and its intrepid manager! I’m so sorry this has happened, Grace, and of course I’ll do everything I can to find out who’s responsible. In fact, I’ve already had a preliminary chat with Josh before I came over here.”
“Matt! You can’t honestly be suggesting that my future son-in-law…” began Carole, her jaw sagging at what she perceived to be a slur on Josh’s character.
“Of course not, but he’s the only one who knows all his stag party guests. So, apart from Freddie, Josh and myself, there was Archie from the Drunken Duck, whom I’m also inclined to discount, and then Sam, Dylan and Theo.”
“Well, I really can’t believe Dylan had anything to do with it!” declared Grace, swinging her gaze apologetically to Abbi who was staring at Matt askance. “Or Sam, and I don’t know much about Theo because