The Abigail Mysteries

And it

was her upstairs neighbors front door camera that picked up the scream

when their takeout food was delivered,

giving investigators what they needed to nail down the time of the attack.

11:03 p.m.

Who was in the building at that time?

And what did they stand to gain?

Tune in next week with me, Abby Brooks,

as we inch closer to figuring out who was behind the attack on Johnna Benson.

Only on what happened here last night.

Who reads this stuff when they move out?

Okay, worry about that later.

You are more loved than you could ever know, Papa.

The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you to the right of me.

Chapter thirty one, verse eight.

Hey, Miss Weston.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, Abby.

This is a beautiful day.

Oh. Oh.

Hmm. I really need a new pair of

Gardening gloves.

My favorite ones are back ordered. Mm.

Oh. So, how are you settling in?

You must be pretty much unpacked by now. Yeah.

Yeah, it's coming along.

I still can't believe I actually live here.

Oh, I remember how much you love that Bancroft estate

when you were just a little girl.

Your favorite place to trick or treat.

Well, your house always gave out better candy.

Nobody has time for those fun size candy bars.

It is so good

to have you back around here, darling.

And your papa.

I am sure that he is thrilled.

You see, it is a special thing getting to live

close to your flesh and blood.

I thank God for bringing you back to Prescott.

Oh,

I've got something for you.

Yeah,

just in case.

And I've also got a box of clothes to donate to the church's clothing drive.

Now, would you mind?

Rented it up to your papa when you see him next?

Of course. All right.

Well, I'm going to get back and feed these girls.

And Henrietta has laid a few eggs in case you want to few.

Oh, I'm okay. Thank you, Miss Weston.

Oh, and.

I have got a lamp for you.

It's beautiful.

I'll drop it on your porch. Okay. Thank you.

You have a good day.

You as well.

Good morning, Abby.

Morning, Penny.

So I heard the news.

You okay?

Marie Seems great.

Exactly, the kind of wife Ross, deserves.

Is not really how you feel.

I don't know. I don't know how I feel.

The whole thing is weird.

It's like we were together a third of my life.

Abby, what happened wasn't your fault.

Logically, I know that. But emotionally,

I feel like my body didn't do the one thing it was supposed to do.

One in four pregnancies end that way.

I know, but why did the one have to be mine?

I don't know sis.

Hey, I'm going to hear Papa preach this weekend.

There's like, four services.

I can go any time that works for you if you want to come

Oh, this weekend I'm really busy, you know, at the house.

I would really love to see you.

I'm going to see him eventually.

Just when things slow down a little bit.

You want to get a coffee?

My treat.

I'd love to, but I told Meg I'd help her make cookies for the bake sale.

Oh, fun.

But maybe I could set up a dinner.

You, me and Papa.

We haven't all been together as a family in far too long.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.

Okay, cool.

Love you. Love you

Hi, this is Abby Brooks.

I host the What happened Here Last Night podcast.

I'm calling for Hannah Waterhouse.

She's on another call.

Can I ever call you back? Of course.

Oh, do you happen to know if

Okay

Hi. Can I get an oatmilk latte, please?

Lightly sweetened.

Thank you.

Hey, good morning.

I will just do a drip coffee, please.

Black.

Thank you.

Mm hmm.

I ordered an oatmilk latte, lightly sweetened.

Oh, I think that was mine.

Matt.

Abby. Hi! Hey!

Good to see you. I know.

I think I just took a huge gulp of your coffee.

Yeah, No, I think you did, too. Sorry. Can I get you another one?

No, no, no, no. Don't worry about.

It's not like we didn't share a million juice boxes when we were kids.

Right?

I heard you were back in town.

You bought the old Bancroft estate. Mhmm

A beautiful place and somebody's dream home.

If I'm not mistaken.

Find any secret passageways yet?

Oh, I think those are just silly rumors.

Were they?

I remember you begged me to go to that historic

tour of homes with you, and we were, what, like 14? Yes.

I owe you a thank you for that.

It made me feel comfortable buying it without seeing it again.

Even if it did come with a bunch of stuff from the previous tenant,

I'm actually surprised that I got it.

A realtor said there was multiple offers because it hadn't sold since it was built.

Well, I'm glad that I could help.

How's your husband like Prescott?

She's not my husband anymore. Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that. It's okay.

It's for the best.

Hey, I think it's really cool.

You ended up an investigative reporter.

True crime podcaster.

Basically like a grown up spy.

Says the real life cop.

All those spy games we played when we were kids must have rubbed off on us.

Only a little.

Hey, I got to get back to work.

But I'm sure I've seen you around. Right.

That is highly likely.

And let me know if you find any bookshelves that open into secret rooms.

Not as likely.

Miss Weston

Miss Weston

Are you home?

Hey! Hey.

What's going on?

Sorry.

Not exactly the welcome to the neighborhood

Prescott likes to give.

Miss Weston? Is she okay?

Penny, She found Miss Weston.

She uhh...

Is that?

She was fine a couple of hours ago.

I spoke to her this morning.

Yeah? Yeah.

Likely heart attack.

I can't believe this. It's very unexpected.

Look, you should. You should get home.

We got to finish up here.

I'm really sorry for your loss, Abby.

Matt!

Matt!

Officer MacAdams.

She didn't have gardening gloves. What?

Miss Weston. She didn't have gardening gloves.

She told me this morning.

So what is this doing in front of her house?

Abby... Someone's been in our house.

That planter. It's been knocked over.

What?

See, it's facing the wrong direction.

Someone went into her house.

That might be a bit of a stretch, don't you think? Miss Weston could have done it.

This glove, this.

This is evidence.

That Miss Weston liked gardening?

I already told you she didn't have gardening gloves.

Whoever dropped it knocked over that planter, went into her house and.

And what?

And killed Miss Weston?

What's the motive?

Though, if it was a murder, which I'm not saying it is, well,

what would someone have to gain by killing an elderly woman that everyone loved?

I don't know... yet, but that's why we need to look into it.

Please, Matt.

Miss Weston was my friend and I bet if you search her house,

you will not find a shoe matching that print.

Okay.

Yeah, fine.

I'll have it photographed and bagged as potential evidence,

and then I will look into it. And I mean me.

I will look into it.

I know how your brain works.

Promise me you're not going to do any weird investigative journalist stuff.

I don't know what you're talking about.