A Luring Murder by Stacy Verdick Case

Author:Stacy Verdick Case [Case, Stacy Verdick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: humorous, humorous crime, female detective, catherine obrien, female slueth, mystery detective
Publisher: Before the Fall Books
Published: 2012-12-07T19:08:08+00:00

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

We searched the area around the main dock first. If there had been blood, or other clues, on the dock itself, it was probably washed away by rain, or the lake itself, by now.

“If the murder happened on the lake isn’t that the Coast Guards problem, or someone else’s problem?” I said.

“Nope, still local law enforcement's problem,” Louise said. “And thanks to you, it’s still our problem.”

“I was joking.” I turned over a small rock with the toe of my boot. “Anyway who asked you to come out here and help? It wasn’t me. Blame your boyfriend back in the van for dragging you out here.”

Louise threw a stone into the water next to me. Water splashed up on my pant leg.

“If you weren’t injured,” I said and pulled the damp material off my skin. “I would dump your butt off the end of this dock.”

“There’s McMahan’s boat.” She pointed toward a small slip with a flamed boat. “We have the keys and permission. Let’s go, Sherlock.”

“After you, Doctor Watson.”

The boat wasn’t large either. Just enough room for a family outing for the McMahan’s. Two vinyl seats near the steering column, two in the front and a padded bench seat across the back over the gas tanks.

The interior of the little craft was upholstered in cream and tan. Beneath my feet brown turf scratched at the edges of my boots.

I tapped my toe. “Doesn’t look good does it?”

Louise fished the puffy floating key chain from her purse and rattled it in front of her.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

I snatched the key from her hand.

“You start collecting on deck I’ll see what he’s hiding in the bowels of this dinghy.”

She made a lame attempt to take back the key. “Why you?”

The childish streak that ran straight through me giggled. She knew as well as I did, if there were a proverbial smoking gun, it was locked in the belly of this whale.

I pointed to her leg. “You’d have a bitch of a time sitting on your knees and digging through the boxes. You can’t even crouch.”

I wiggled the key between two fingers, then snapped my fingers closed.

“Sorry but you’re on injured reserve. I, on the other side, am on my “A” game.”

She folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.

The boat rocked to the side from an errant wave that slapped against it. I had to correct my balance. Even injured what was left of Louise’s legs were all sea worthy, and she didn’t move.

Finally, she relaxed.

“Alright, you have a point.”

“Yes.” I did my version of a touchdown dance.

She didn’t seem to appreciate my dancing skills. “Let’s get to work.”

I danced my way over to the lock up, dropped to my knees, and inserted the key into the lock. The key turned easily. I lifted the trap door. Adrenaline pulsed through me with anticipation. Maybe there would be rags soaked in blood or some other bit of evidence.

The lid flopped back on the deck. I peered inside.

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