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Sunday, November 4, 2018

Exclusive Sneak Peek: Thread Herrings by Lea Wait + Giveaway (US/Can)

Thread Herrings (Mainely Needlepoint #7)
Lea Wait
from Kensington Books

Angie's first auction may turn out to be her last—when she bids on a coat of arms that someone would literally kill to possess.

Tagging along to an estate sale with her fellow Needlepointer, antiques shop owner Sarah Byrne, Angie Curtis impulsively bids on a tattered embroidery of a coat of arms. When she gets her prize back home to Haven Harbor, she discovers a document from 1757 behind the framed needlework—a claim for a child from a foundling hospital. Intrigued, Angie is determined to find the common thread between the child and the coat of arms.

Accepting her reporter friend Clem Walker's invitation to talk about her find on the local TV news, Angie makes an appeal to anyone who might have information. Instead, both women receive death threats. When Clem is found shot to death in a parking lot, Angie fears her own life may be in jeopardy. She has to unravel this historical mystery—or she may be the next one going, going... gone...

“We’re curious to find out about your embroidery,” said Ruth.

“It might be from a family with the last name Providence,” said Sarah. “The lots at yesterday’s auction came from one of two families, and the samplers and mourning art I bought were signed by girls with the last name Providence.”

“What did the auctioneer say?” Anna asked.

“He never identified the families,” I answered. “Although I’ll call him tomorrow and see if he’ll tell me off the record.”

“If you want me to help with any genealogical research, let me know,” Ruth put in. “I’m bored with the book I’m writing now. Plots are hard to come by. I wouldn’t mind spending some time on family history sites.”

“Thank you,” I said as Tom turned the television on.

Suddenly I was nervous. Had I messed up? What would I look like on camera? Maybe we shouldn’t have invited all these people to see me make a fool of myself.

I put down my beer and waited.

The early weather report. Dara Richmond reporting on a fire in Portland and a bill not passed in Augusta. An advertisement for the Portland Boat Show.

Then, there was Clem. She was sitting at the same desk where I’d seen her that afternoon, but in back of her was a giant enlargement of the embroidery.

Then—there I was! I hardly had time to focus on whether my hair was in place or whether I’d stumbled on my words. Then my face was gone, and the receipt and ribbon were on the screen, and Clem was telling anyone with information to contact Channel 7.

It was over quickly. Tom switched the television off, and Sarah and Patrick applauded. “Not bad for your debut appearance,” said Patrick. “You spoke clearly and succinctly and all went well.”

“Absolutely,” Sarah agreed. “Clem got in a plug for Mainely Needlepoint, too.”

“I don’t expect we’ll be getting in dozens of orders as a result,” Katie added. “But that was a nice plus. Now, we have to wait and see if anyone contacts Channel 7 with information.”

“A coat of arms,” Ruth said, looking over at the embroidery.

“And that paper is dated before the American Revolution. I wonder if it all belonged to a Royalist family.”

“Didn’t most Royalists leave Maine during or just after the Revolution?” Gram asked. “Seems to me a lot of them headed for Nova Scotia or somewhere else in Canada—or went back to England. They weren’t welcomed with open arms here.”

“But the auctioneer said everything in the sale was from old Maine families,” Sarah put in. “If the family had left Maine, that wouldn’t be true.”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” said Tom, passing around the plate of molasses cookies Sarah had brought. “We know Angie’s good at solving mysteries. If anyone can figure this one out, she can.”

“With a little help from my friends,” I said, taking a cookie. “Right now I’m not sure what direction to turn.”

“You were going to call the auctioneer,” Captain Ob reminded me.

“I will. Tomorrow,” I agreed. “But I don’t know if he’ll help.”

My cell phone interrupted my thought.

It was Clem.

“It looked great, Clem!” I said. “We just watched it!”

“Angie, this is crazy, but I had to warn you. That segment was only aired a few minutes ago, but someone called the station and left a message threatening to kill you and I and anyone else who tried to find out about that embroidery and the paper.”

“What?” I said, incredulously.

“Just be careful. I’ll be in touch.”

I looked around the room.

“Someone called the station with information?” Anna asked. “That was fast!”

“Someone called the station,” I repeated, slowly. “They left a message saying they’d kill Clem and I and anyone else who asked questions about the embroidery.”


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