All I Want For Christmas is Fudge (A Candy-Coated Mystery with Recipes Book 4) by Nancy Coco

Author:Nancy Coco [Coco, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Tim’s death had put a damper on the Santa pub crawl that night—at least for me and Allie. Nevertheless, plenty of people were out in Santa suits, using the tickets they bought to have a couple of drinks in each of the participating pubs.

Allie and I and Trent made a short night of it in an overcrowded bar called the Nag’s End.

“Hey,” I said, catching Allie’s attention, “is that Eliza’s friends the Golds?” I motioned toward the handsome black-haired man standing with a small woman, with raven locks, beside him. They ordered drinks and headed to a table in the back. I craned my neck to see that Eliza sat at the table. “Eliza’s here, too.”

“That’s kind of weird,” Allie said.

“We should go say hello,” I said, and stood.

Trent frowned. “Whoa, wait. Maybe they need some time alone. I know I would if anything happened to Allie.”

“That’s just it,” Allie said, standing with me. “If anything had happened to you, I certainly wouldn’t be out at the pub. Look at Bill. He’s wearing a Santa hat. And if that’s Karla with them, she is, too. It seems out of place.” Allie picked up her beer. “We should go say hi.”

Trent frowned and touched Allie’s wrist as she headed off. “Don’t stick around too long. I don’t like the idea of grieving at a pub.”

“It’s called a wake,” I said to Trent. “People do it all the time. Why don’t you come with us?”

“This place is getting packed,” Trent said. “I’ll stay here and hold down the table. That way you can use me as an excuse to come back.”

Allie kissed him. “Fine, this won’t take but a moment.”

I locked gazes with my dear friend and we snaked our way through the jolly Santas to the grieving Eliza in the back corner.

“Hi,” I said as we approached. I wasn’t sure if she would remember us considering all that she had gone through today so I reintroduced myself. It’s always better to be safe than sorry when it came to people remembering your name. “Eliza, it’s me, Jenn Christensen, and this is Allie McMurphy, remember?”

“Yes, hello again,” Eliza said, seeming to perk up.

I gave her a hug and Allie followed. I noticed how Bill watched us, seemingly protective of Eliza.

“Hi, I hope you’re doing okay,” Allie said, and introduced herself and me to the Golds. “You must be Bill and Karla.” She shook hands with the handsome man and gorgeous woman. Karla seemed bored by us. Her perfectly made-up face held a bland expression.

“Jenn is the one who found Tim,” Allie said, and watched them for their reaction.

“Man, that must have been bad,” Bill said, and took a swig of his beer. “We went with Eliza to identify the body.”

“Who would do such a thing?” Karla asked. Dressed in crisp, dark-wash jeans and a red sweater set, she wiggled uncomfortably in her seat. “This is a horrid little island, isn’t it?”

“Oh, my! No,” Allie said. “Mackinac is really a Victorian paradise. I’m so sorry for your loss.

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