Today, Lisa Lickel, from MuseItUp Publishing, is sharing an excerpt of The Map Quilt with us.
Just how high a price does a family secret command?
Death in rural Wisconsin is only the beginning to new chaos in Robertsville. What do a stolen piece of revolutionary agricultural equipment, a long-buried skeleton in the yard, and an old quilt with secrets have in common? Hart and Judy Wingate, who met in The Gold Standard, are back to solve the mystery of The Map Quilt. Hart’s new battery design could forever change the farm implement industry. But after the death of Hart’s most confrontational colleague in a fire that destroys Hart’s workshop, the battery is missing.
Throw in a guest speaker invited to Judy’s elementary classroom who insists she owns the land under Hart’s chief competitor’s corporate headquarters, and a police chief who’s making eyes at Hart’s widowed mother, it’s no wonder Hart is under a ton of pressure to make sure his adventurous pregnant wife stays safe while trying to preserve his company and his reputation.
With trembling fingers, Judy blew off ash and read the banner. St. Louis Herald. Judy looked over her shoulder and then curled the remnant and stuck it in the pocket of her smock. She recognized the picture of the man in the article, dated eight years earlier, as John Harding. He stood nose to nose with a black woman. The rest of the woman was cut out of the frame. The caption read, “Hugo Takes On History.”
Judy hiked back down the gravel drive toward the front yard. She admired Ardyth’s tenacity in keeping her shovel moving. She had already dug a good-sized hole about a foot and a half deep when she struck something that clanked against her blade. The three of them stared at each other, rabbit-still. Ellen jumped first.
“Must be a rock,” Ellen said and got to her knees to reach inside. “Hopefully not too big. That would…slow us…down—” She blinked, opened and closed her mouth, and then sat back on her haunches. “Or maybe not.”
“Lemme see!” Ardyth crowded her out and reached down. She went dead white and looked at Judy. “You have that cell thing on you? Better call the cops.”
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