Golden in Death by J.D. Robb Read Online (FREE)
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
’Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.
Dr. Kent Abner began the day of his death comfortable and content.
Following the habit of his day off, he kissed his husband of thirty-seven years off to work, then settled down in his robe with another cup of coffee, a crossword challenge on his PPC, and Mozart’s The Magic Flute on his entertainment unit.
His plans for later included a run through Hudson River Park, as April 2061 proved balmy and blooming. After, he could hit the gym and some weights, grab a shower, have a bite in the café.
On the way home, he thought he’d pick up fresh flowers, wander through the market, and get the olives Martin so enjoyed, maybe a nice selection of cheeses. Then he’d meander to the bakery for a baguette and whatever else appealed.
When Martin came home, they’d open a bottle of wine, sit and talk and have some bread and cheese. He’d leave the choice of eat in or eat out to Martin, with, hopefully, a romantic ending to the day—if Martin wasn’t worn out.
They often joked Kent as a pediatrician handled the adorable babies and charming kids, while Martin as headmaster for a K–12 private academy juggled charming kids with hormonal and broody teens.
Still, it worked for them, Kent thought as he filled in 21-Down.
He spent an entertaining hour with the puzzle, tidied up the kitchen while music filled the air of their townhome in the West Village.
Kent changed into his running clothes, added a light hoodie. He packed his gym bag, deciding he’d drop it off in his locker before his run.
As he zipped it, the doorbell rang.
Humming to himself, he carried his bag out to the living room, set it on the coral sofa he and Martin had chosen when they’d redecorated six months before.
Out of habit, he checked the door monitor, saw the delivery girl he recognized with a small package.
He disengaged the locks, opened the door.
“Morning, Dr. Abner. Got a package for you.”
“So I see. You just caught me.” He took the package, offered her a smile as the Queen of the Night’s vengeful second-act aria poured out to Bedford Street. “Beautiful day!”
“It sure is. You have a good one,” she added before she walked down the steps to the sidewalk.
Kent closed the door, studying the package as he carried it back to the kitchen. Since it was addressed to him, he opened the drawer for the box cutter. The return label had a Midtown address and a shop name—All That Glitters—he didn’t recognize.
A gift? he wondered as he cut the box.
Inside the box, under the packing, another box. Small, simple, he thought, smooth, dark faux wood closed with a small lock, the key attached with a thin chain.