Agnes Barton Senior Sleuths (Books 7-9) by Madison Johns

Author:Madison Johns
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cozy Mystery, women sleuths, Humor, Humorous, mystery, Box Set, box set
Publisher: Madison Johns
Published: 2015-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

When Andrew and I finally woke up, I had quite the headache. I found Tylenol in my purse and downed it with a glass of water. I wished we could enjoy ourselves more, but with an investigation ongoing, I knew that just wouldn’t happen any time soon.

“What are your plans now?” Andrew asked.

“I really want to bail Mark out if I could. He’s a trusted bodyguard and I’d feel better knowing he was here to look after Kayla. She’s been getting threats.”

“And when does she want to call the police?” he asked with concern.

“Never, if you listen to her. She’s more worried about what people might say if they find out than her own safety.”

“But with her manager’s murder, you’d think she’d come to her senses.”

“I know, but perhaps if you tell her, then she might listen,” I said.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“She has a mother in her life, but I’ve heard no talk about her father or if she even has one.”

“Which might be why she was so close to Malcolm. He’s taken the place of her father.”

I wasn’t about to think about that. I still did wonder if Malcolm had been involved with Kayla intimately, but if he was, why wouldn’t they be sharing the same room. I also wondered why Malcolm wanted Kayla to continue to be bothered by the pay-to-party scheme if she was so upset about it. And where did that money go, exactly? My thought was that it went straight into his pocket. I wanted to think good things about Malcolm, but it was just hopeless. Although I’d never go far enough to say that he deserved to be murdered. Nobody deserved that—not even if he was a no-good thief.

* * *

We walked into the police department and waited for Detectives McCullum and Mader to show up. Eleanor was twirling a pencil she had found on Mader’s desk, while I gave her a look that meant, ‘knock it off, would you.’ As normal with Eleanor, she didn’t give a care what I thought. I admired her for that. I’m not the leader and she’s not a follower—we’re partners to the end, which I hoped was far away for the both of us.

The detectives slowed their pace when they came over to meet us. Mader had a white box under his arm and set it down before sinking into a swivel chair.

“I hope that’s donuts,” Eleanor said. “I missed lunch.”

The box was opened and Mader offered us each a sweet concoction. I grabbed a peanut crunch donut, layering the floor with nuts that fell off as I bit into it.

“So, what can I do for you today, ladies?” McCullum asked, scratching his rounded belly.

“I’d like to bail out Mark Klein.”

“That’s a good one,” he said. “Bail for him is set at one-million dollars.”

“A mil!” Eleanor shrieked. “It’s not like the man is Ted Bundy.”

I had a good chuckle over that and asked, “And why is that, exactly?”

“He’s a flight risk.”

“And how did you come to that conclusion? Because of his past?”

“You don’t understand how these people work.

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