Becklaw's Murder Mystery Tour (Jo Anderson Series) (17 page)

Epilogue

The 06:36 train pulled into the Piney Woods station some fifteen minutes late, which to the locals meant ‘right on time’. I could see a contingent of Andersons standing off to one side of the platform, talking, laughing at something that had been said, and their hands swiping fondly across shoulders, the mass of children running around screaming and having a raucously good time.

My family. They weren’t perfect, but they were
mine
.

The cars jerked to a full stop and I stood up, ready to disembark. I was stiff from sitting in one place for so long; in fact, I’d slept most of the way. I retrieved my cases, joined the queue in the aisle, and stepped off the train … straight into the open arms of my mother. Her eyes were bright and she looked as if she would cry at any moment.

Time to head that one off at the pass, I thought. I gave her a tight squeeze.

‘Hey, Mama! I was just thinking: have you ever thought about training my useless brothers to do something worthwhile, like maybe a circus act?’

She dropped her arms, giving me that familiar indignant look. I smiled. I was home.

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