A  deadly secret is tangled up in Yesterday’s Threads, and Anna is racing the  clock to get it unraveled.
In 1859, Elisabeth Margaret Nelson traveled to  Crocker, Indiana to 
meet her new husband and start a new life. Her family never  saw her 
again. The story of her death and a heartbroken husband who grieves his 
 entire life is a sad tale for sure. But is it true? 
When Anna Yesterday receives some  vintage dresses from the local 
museum, she’s excited about highlighting them at  Crocker’s annual Apple
 Blossom Festival. But someone wants the dresses back,  and they’ll 
apparently stop at nothing to get them—leaving a trail of murder  and 
destruction in their wake. 
As Anna and Pratt work to uncover  the deadly intrigue behind the 
vintage dresses, interference of another kind is  working its way to the
 surface. All too soon, Anna and Pratt find themselves  neck deep in 
trouble from more than one dimension—and wondering which will get  them 
first!
 
She  pulled into the lot at the museum and parked next to a small, 
low-slung car  with two doors. Anna was pretty sure she’d seen Mindy 
tooling around town in  the sexy little black sports car. Which meant 
that, if her car was still there,  Mindy hadn’t left the museum. Anna 
reached over to the passenger seat of her  own Smart car and extracted 
the dress bags. She started toward the museum’s  front door, clicking 
the doors locked on her car as she walked away. 
Traffic  moved along the streets in the distance, but the part of 
Crocker where the  Bickershaw Museum stood was quiet. All the shops and 
businesses around the  place were closed for the night, their owners 
gone home to dinner. 
The  early Spring weather had grown steadily cooler as the day had 
progressed, and  the cooler air touching the heated asphalt had created a
 haze along the ground,  which felt eerie when mixed with the unnatural 
silence. 
Anna  moved more quickly toward the hulking frame of the building, the
 bags in her  arms sliding against each other, in danger of slipping 
from her grip. She  stopped once to adjust the load in her arms and 
heard the soft snick of  something coming from around back of the 
museum. It sounded like a door  closing. 
Anna  waited, listening for Mindy to come around the building, 
heading toward her  car. No footsteps sounded on the concrete sidewalk 
leading around back and no  other sounds lifted up from the haze. The 
night fell back into unnatural silence. 
Anna  started walking again, her gaze sliding over the façade of the 
big building.  The windows along the front seemed to glare at her, their
 rippled, old glass  capturing the light from the parking lot in uneven 
ribbons that segmented the  glass. 
She  shivered as a moist breeze slipped through the trees. The softly 
rustling  leaves sounded like whispers to her overactive imagination. 
Anna shook off her  fears and started up the staircase. 
Something  flared inside the house, bright and quick like the flash of
 a match. She  stopped, peered through the eye-level window, and saw 
nothing. Thinking it must  have just been the play of distant headlights
 over the glass, she started up  again. 
The  front door was locked so she pounded, calling Mindy’s name. No 
one came. Anna  bit her lip, trying to decide what to do. She reshuffled
 the dresses and started  back down the stairs, deciding to try around 
back. Maybe the sound she’d heard  had been Mindy going back into the 
building from an errand or something. 
She  hurried back down the stairs and followed the sidewalk to a 
small, unobtrusive  wooden door at the back, lower corner. She figured 
the door would have been for  servants in the original use of the house.
 Now she was hoping it led to the  work area of the museum, where she 
assumed they kept the items in need of  repair or storage. 
Anna  tried the knob and was relieved to find it unlocked. She stepped
 inside,  further comforted to see the space was softly lit. “Mindy? 
It’s Anna Yesterday.  Are you here?”
Silence  met her query, only the soft drip, drip, drip of a leaky 
faucet breaking the  stillness. “Mindy?” She started forward, walking 
toward the warm, yellow glow  of light spilling from a doorway across 
the room. 
As  she neared the door, someone moaned. Anna slammed to a halt. She 
waited,  listening. Another long, drawn-out moan brought the small hairs
 up on Anna’s  neck. “Mindy?”
She  moved reluctantly forward, stopping in the doorway of the lighted
 room. It sounded  as if someone was hurt. The room was lined in 
aromatic, cedar planking and filled  with clothing racks that held bag 
after bag of what Anna assumed was vintage  clothing—no doubt Lissie and
 Felix Bickershaw’s clothing. Several of the bags  were unzipped and 
dresses in all colors and fabrics spilled from the plastic,  their hems 
looking more ragged than they should. 
Another  moan had Anna spinning on her heel and she found Mindy lying 
on the floor in a  pool of blood, a large pair of black-handled scissors
 protruding from her  chest. 
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Reader review . . . 
Newlywed Elisabeth Nelson journeyed to Crocker, Indiana alone in 1859 to reunite with her husband.  After disembarking from the stagecoach, the new bride was never seen again.  Her family's suspicion of her husband continued through the generations without proof.  
Present-day:  Anna Yesterday was excited when the museum sold her shop some beautiful vintage dresses.  But someone wants those dresses and will do anything to get them. 
This second installment in the series continues with Anna and Pratt exploring their blossoming relationship.  I was happy to see Pratt's back story, and it wasn't what I expected.  Joss's disappearance was interesting, and the interplay between Pratt and Bess was fun to watch.  I must admit to a giggle at the idea of a character named Morticia, though.  
Another fun trip to the antique store in Crocker......
4.5 stars
I received this book from Cozy Mystery Book Tours in exchange for an honest  review. All opinions expressed are my own.