All Aboard for Murder by Bonnie Hardy

Author:Bonnie Hardy [Hardy, Bonnie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781954995147
Publisher: Barbra Hardy

By the time he returned with his toolbox, Jets had cleared the table of coffee mugs. There were the same two chairs but this time spaced farther apart. She looked up. "So Betty died on impact. The damned nutcracker struck her on the head and killed her instantly. What are the chances of that?"

Michael put down the toolbox to seriously consider. I didn't like Betty that much, but she didn't deserve to go that way. I wonder if there was something seriously inadequate about how the nutcracker had been secured. It seemed solid enough when I took a look, but I may have missed something. He shook his head, feeling a lingering sense of guilt.

"I had a close look at that monster a couple of days ago," he told Jets. "I thought it was pretty secure. Huge wood screws driven into the planking from the top of the boot. Very professional. Whoever installed the thing had painted over the heads on the screws so that they didn't show. I gave it a test shove and it didn't budge."

"And in answer to your question, why don't you get to work in the other room and then I'll text you to wander in looking all nonchalant. You can pretend to hammer stuff over there." She pointed to shelving that had been stacked on the wall. "Remember that's where I wanted the storage to be?"

Michael nodded. "Oh I remember. You know that's not in my job description. I'm the construction engineer, ready for the big installations. I'm not a finish carpenter."

"Who cares. I'm not an administrative assistant either, but here I am taking my own notes, sitting in a break room without a decent place to interview a potential murder suspect."

That's what's been bothering her. I knew it was something. She's impatient with the constabulary facility. I can get on that. Michael turned away from Janis, looking for a place to put his toolbox. He set it on the floor next to the kitchen counter when he heard someone calling from the hallway.

"Hello, anyone here?" Skye Jones appeared in the doorway. She wore her blonde hair back in a ponytail, along with a bright red form-fitting sweater. Her jeans fit her snugly, emphasized by knee-high black leather boots. Her lipstick matched the sweater, as did the red scrunchy she'd used to wrap around her ponytail.

Michael sniffed. The essence of strawberry, like added apparel, wafted in with Skye. Not a perfume as he surmised when he'd first met her, but her favorite flavor of vape. "Hey, Skye." He pocketed his tape measure when she wasn't looking his way. "I lost my tape measure," he called out, "have to search the truck."

Jets eyed him and nodded. "Happy you're finally finishing up that shelving unit." She glared at him for effect. Then she turned to Skye.

"Come have a sit down," she said. "I want to catch up on your concerns regarding Betty King and find out if there's any connection with her death."

As Michael walked down

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