'Til Death Do Us Part

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Author: Kate White
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective
spotted with mammoth houses. Peyton’s property amounted to about five acres. The main buildings were an old white clapboard farmhouse, used for offices, a big red barn where the catering was done and the cooking classes were taught, a smaller gray barn that housed the gourmet shop, and a wooden-shingled silo. Past the farmhouse I saw a new building under construction—the TV studio perhaps.
    The parking lot was only a quarter full, and I ended up pulling into a spot right alongside Ashley’s. After she’d extracted her shopping bags from the back of her Mercedes, she pointed in the direction of the silo.
    “I’m going over there,” she said, her face still furrowed with stress. “It doesn’t call for much decorating, but I want the walls to look nice—plus I’ve pulled some great fabrics for the bench cushions.”
    “Would you like me to meet you over there when I’m finished?”
    “No,” she said, “it’s really messy. The workers are almost done but there’s junk all over. I’m just going to double-check some fabrics against the wall colors and then I’ll come to the kitchen. Being in the silo alone gives me the creeps.”
    As she turned to go, I asked who the guy was who had stopped her by the car.
    “That was Robin’s ex, Brace Atkins,” she said. “He had the nerve to ask me where her things were. He was irritated when I told him that her brother had taken them.”
    She hurried down the path, not seeming to care that her thousand-dollar brown leather boots were plunging into the snow. I headed up the shorter path to the barns. I felt something wet touch my nose and realized that snow had started falling lightly.
    The smaller of the two barns, the gray one, was the shop, and through the window I could see a young female salesclerk ringing up a customer. Just beyond was the large barn, freshly painted red, and inside I found half a dozen people bustling around. It was a big, gorgeous space with pine cupboards, a brick fireplace, massive stainless-steel stoves, and several huge stainless-steel refrigerators—kind of Colonial Williamsburg meets
The Jetsons
. Peyton was working at a large butcher block island with several women, but she raised her hand in greeting as soon as she saw me. I crossed the room toward her.
    “Hi there,” she said, putting down a utensil I didn’t recognize and giving me a hug. Her long, lank, strawberry-blond hair was pinned up in a French twist, a signature look she’d adopted in the past few years on her way to being a media star. She was wearing a green Diane von Furstenberg-style wrap dress—not exactly cutting-edge, but fashion had been one of the few things Peyton had never quite mastered. To my surprise, she looked as if she had gained about ten to fifteen pounds since the wedding. I wondered suddenly if she might be pregnant.
    “Do you remember Bailey Weggins?” she asked the two women closest to her. “This is my cousin Phillipa—you probably met at the wedding. And Mary, my executive director. We’ve got a party tomorrow night, and we’re doing the prep work.”
    I shook hands with both women. Mary was probably around forty, one of those preppy types you see around Greenwich who seem vaguely asexual—blondish brown hair cut in a bob, no makeup, skin lined from the sun. I
did
remember Peyton’s cousin from the wedding, in large part because she had seemed so self-conscious and sour that day. She was green-eyed like Peyton and had blond hair, too, but hers was almost platinum and very brassy. She was no more than five feet four, and my guess was that she weighed close to two hundred pounds.
    “I talked to Ashley this morning and she said she was coming with you,” Peyton said, looking around.
    “She went over to the silo with some fabric swatches,” I explained. “She’s going to meet me here later.”
    “It’s going to be fabulous over there when we finish. How about a piece of lemon tart?” she asked.
    “Sounds good. I’m famished.”
    As
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