6 The Missing Dough by Chris Cavender

Author:Chris Cavender [Cavender, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2013-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

Thankfully, the night shift at the pizzeria was without incident, and we managed to keep a good crowd there until the time we closed.

After we cleaned up and sent Josh on his way, Maddy and I locked up and started walking down the promenade toward the shortcut to where our cars were parked. As I turned to look at Maddy, I saw that her gaze was drawn to the crime-scene tape draped near the big bushes by the stage from the show the night before.

“I can’t believe that it all just happened yesterday,” she said as we neared the shortcut. “It feels like it was weeks ago.”

“A lot has happened since then,” I said in agreement.

At least we didn’t have to walk past the spot where the murder had occurred. I was still staring at it when I saw a flickering light coming from the dense bushes.

“What was that?” I asked as I grabbed my sister’s arm.

“What was what?”

“I swear I just saw a light on the other side of those bushes,” I said, lowering my voice as I said it.

Maddy looked where I had been staring out for a few seconds before she spoke. “Eleanor, I don’t see anything.”

“It was there. I swear it was.”

“I believe you, Sis,” she said as she started in the direction of the crime scene.

“Hang on a second,” I said. “Let’s think about this. How can this be anything but bad for us if we go back there and find someone involved with Grant’s murder?”

“You’re not losing your nerve, are you, Sis?” she asked me.

“I don’t know. Maybe I am,” I said. I truly didn’t like the idea of confronting someone who might be a killer in the dark with nothing more than Maddy’s bag of defenses, as formidable as the contents of her purse might be.

“Come on,” she said and tugged at my arm. I gave in, more because I was curious myself. I knew that if I analyzed our successes in the past as investigators, most of them were due to the fact that we’d forged on when common sense had shouted at us to stop what we were doing and mind our own business.

“It was over here someplace,” I said, leading her a little bit away from the direction of the actual tape.

As we approached the bushes, I saw the light flicker again.

Maddy saw it, too, this time.

As we got closer, we were almost off the promenade and into the dense shrubbery, both of us ready to pounce on whoever was there.

Suddenly a car horn honked from the parking lot, and we were both blinded by a pair of headlights pointing straight at us. I heard a rustling sound as whoever we’d been stalking ran away, but I couldn’t make out who it was. The figure neared the railroad tracks and then suddenly disappeared into the walking tunnel beneath the rails.

“Blast it! He got away,” Maddy said.

“Are we even sure it was a he?” I asked.

“No, I couldn’t swear to anything about it,” she said as she looked toward the car that interrupted our hunt.

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