Chapter 16: ToastrackDriving home from Mashpee, Lydia realized she and Edgar hadn't retrieved the toastrack from Leo's mantelpiece last night.
OK. Lemons, lemonade. If she picked it up now, she could ask him what he thought about the tomahawk in the Wampanoag Museum. Edgar shrank from giving straight answers, but he had a way of sizing things up from his own angle that was just as useful. Things, for instance, like an antique tool which might or might not be bloodstained, and might or might not be the same one Chief Red Otter carried at Tony's luncheon.
Not that she believed any cousin of Mudge's would murder Harriet Benbow. Much less scalp her. For threatening to steal a big chunk of his tribe's land and build luxury housing for strangers? How old a cliché was that?
Lydia turned her Mo
