Agatha Bright 3 - Fright Club by Sax Elise

Author:Sax, Elise [Sax, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Amateur Sleuth, Women Sleuths, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Comedy, Young Adult
ISBN: 9780463751534
Google: x8eRzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Elise Sax
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet, unassuming people. Delightful fellows.”

–Agatha Christie,

And Then There Were None

It looked like Frances’s death was imminent. A crazed immigration official was after her poop truck and pointing a gun at her. He was trying to come up next to us as we raced toward Sea Breeze.

Frances opened her window. “I’m an American!” she shouted, but he made no sign that he heard.

“I have an idea, but you’re not going to like it.”

“If it’s an idea that saves my life, I’ll like it just fine,” Frances cried.

“Okay.” I scooted over and slammed my foot on the brake as hard as I could.

“What the devil?” Frances screeched.

The truck buckled and skid, and Frances tried to maintain control over it, steering wildly. “He’s coming this way!” she shouted.

“Good! That’s the plan!” I shouted back.

“Uh, Agatha, now that I see him clearer, I don’t think that’s a gun,” Frances said, as the truck began to tip onto its side. She continued to steer wildly, trying to prevent it from tipping over.

“What do you mean? I asked and craned my neck to look in her side mirror. “What is that?”

“I think it’s an…no, it can’t be…yep, it is.”

“What?”

“It’s an inhaler.”

“What’s an inhaler?” I asked.

There was a loud sloshing noise and then a deafening creak as one of the toilets freed itself from its bindings and fell off the truck.

I took my foot off the brake. “That’s what I planned,” I said.

“What? What did you plan?” Frances asked, as we watched the toilet fall onto the hood of the immigration vehicle.

Frances pulled the poop truck to the side of the road, and she turned off the motor. She put her hand on her chest. “I think I’m having a heart attack. What does a heart attack feel like?”

I opened my door and jumped down. The immigration vehicle had swerved when it was hit with the toilet and managed to make it onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road.

I ran across the street and knocked on his window. “Why are you following us?”

“You hit me with a toilet!” he yelled and stuck the inhaler in his mouth and breathed in.

“Why are you following us?” I asked again, but he shook his head and stepped on the gas, driving away from me.

I ran back across the street and climbed into the poop truck. “Follow that car!” I ordered Frances.

Her hand was still on her chest, but her breathing had slowed. “Are you kidding?”

“No. Follow him. We need to find out why he was following us!”

“He has a gun!”

“It’s an inhaler,” I pointed out.

“We threw a portable toilet on his car. We can’t follow him.”

“Please?”

Frances looked over at her toilet on the other side of the street. It had rolled off the immigration vehicle, and it looked like it was still in one piece. I felt guilty about the possible loss of one of her toilets, but I was convinced that the immigration official had something to do with Wendy’s murder.

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