A Plain Death: An Appleseed Creek Mystery by Amanda Flower

Author:Amanda Flower [Flower, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction
ISBN: 1433676974
Publisher: B&H Books
Published: 2012-06-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

When Timothy showed up at my office at four o’clock, I leapt from my office chair, never so glad to end a work day in my life.

He grinned at my reaction. “Ready to go?”

I nodded and started to gather my things.

Miller and Clark sat at the conference table again, in the middle of inventorying the college’s media equipment. Miller told me earlier in the afternoon that one of the digital camcorders was bad, and I asked him to try to fix it. The camcorder lay in pieces on the table. I frowned at the mess. If Miller was unsuccessful, the camcorder was yet another item I would have to find the money for in my withering budget.

Clark shook a kink out of a USB cord. “Hey, man,” he said to Timothy. “How’s the college’s barn coming?”

“We should be done by the end of the day tomorrow.”

Joel poked his scowling face out of his cubicle. “You would probably have finished earlier had you not been distracted.”

Timothy frowned and tilted his head at Joel, but didn’t retaliate.

Clark shot a look up at the ceiling. “Don’t mind Joel. He got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“Every morning,” Miller muttered into the camcorder parts in front of him.

I grabbed Timothy’s arm and pulled him toward the door. “Let’s go.”

When we were in the hallway, Timothy paused. “What was that all about?”

“Bad day. I can’t talk about it here, though.”

Mabel jumped up from the cement walkway in front of Dennis when she saw us coming. Timothy slapped his thigh. “Come, Mabel.”

She trotted over, her black plume of a tail wagging happily. She woofed at me, and I scratched her on the top of her head.

When we were in Timothy’s truck, he turned to me. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

I groaned. “Budget cuts.” As he pulled out onto the street, I relayed the conversation I had with Dean Klink “And . . .”

“And what?” Timothy asked.

Mabel flopped her furry head over the bench seat, her mournful eyes staring up at me. She’d much rather have ridden shotgun.

I sighed and told him about Curt and Brock’s lunchtime visit.

Timothy jerked to a stop. “What?” He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Why didn’t you tell me about that right away?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know.” I didn’t add that Joel had witnessed the whole thing and had done nothing. I don’t know why I protected him. He didn’t deserve it.

Timothy gunned the engine. “We have to go to the police station and report this.”

“No.” I crossed my arms, hugging myself. “They said they’d leave Becky alone if I didn’t go to the police.”

Timothy shook his head. “Guys like Brock and Curt don’t keep their promises, Chloe. Becky’s my sister. This is the best thing for her.” He paused. “And for you. The police need to have this incident on file in case something happens.”

“Something like what?”

“I don’t want to think about it.” His voice sounded gruff.

“Okay.” I slowed my breathing and gazed out the window.

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