What the Hatmaker Heard. Sandra Bretting

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      What the Hatmaker Heard

      Books by Sandra Bretting

      MURDER AT MORNINGSIDE

      SOMETHING FOUL AT SWEETWATER

      SOMEONE’S MAD AT THE HATTER

      DEATH COMES TO DOGWOOD MANOR

      ALL HATS ON DECK

      WHAT THE HATMAKER HEARD

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      Table of Contents

       Books by Sandra Bretting

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

      What the Hatmaker Heard

      Sandra Bretting

      LYRICAL UNDERGROUND

      Kensington Publishing Corp.

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      To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

      LYRICAL UNDERGROUND BOOKS are published by

      Kensington Publishing Corp.

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      New York, NY 10018

      Copyright © 2020 by Sandra Bretting

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      First Electronic Edition: July 2020

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0576-2 (ebook)

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0576-1 (ebook)

      First Print Edition: July 2020

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0579-3

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0579-6

      Printed in the United States of America

      Chapter 1

      Like the exotic animals that boarded Noah’s Ark so long ago, each architectural detail on the beautiful mansion in front of me had a perfectly matched mate to go with it.

      First up was a pair of elegant mullioned windows, which flanked the front door like boxy lapels on a gentleman’s dinner jacket. Next came a sweeping staircase, split in two, with the halves trailing to the ground like loose ends of a silk bowtie.

      Finally, two spiraling water towers bookended the mansion, ready to catch whatever rainwater was lucky enough to fall on such a gorgeous property.

      I stared at the house for a good minute or so, transfixed by the intricate details, the grand scale, and the unusual color choices made by the owner.

      Whoever came up with the home’s design outdid herself when it came to the paint. A limewash of pale yellow covered the stucco walls, while the shutters and banisters popped in a coat of peacock blue. Peacock blue! Such an inspired choice for the gingerbread style, and it made the white staircase even more striking.

      I couldn’t help but smile. Not because I loved jewel-tone colors and architectural symmetry, but because the mansion was so gloriously out of place. Here I’d driven past sugarcane field after sugarcane field, all of the ground parched by the July heat, only to find a bright Easter egg of a building nestled among the marshlands.

      “There you are. I’ve been looking all over creation for you.”

      Lorelei Honeycutt, heiress to the property and my newest client at Crowning Glory,


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