BBM01-06 - The Burger Bar Mysteries Box Set by Point Rosie A

Author:Point, Rosie A [Point, Rosie A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cThriller, amazon, €099
Amazon: B07YNPZ51B
Published: 2019-10-01T22:00:00+00:00

Book 4: The Breakfast Burger Murder

1

I had never been big on celebrating birthdays, but I could get used to this.

Breakfast in bed with an Agatha Christie novel, and the pet kitty of the house, Curly Fries, locked out of my room while I enjoyed this moment on my own. It was the most peaceful I’d been in Sleepy Creek, and it was definitely the best birthday I’d had.

I hummed and cut into the Breakfast Burger Grizzy had served me this morning. The runny yolk oozed and mingled beautifully with the juicy hamburger patty. The tomatoes were a ripe red, fresh and ever so slightly sweet. The bun had been toasted to perfection and was dotted with sesame seeds.

Overall, it was about the best meal I could have asked for.

I took a bite off the end of my fork and chewed enthusiastically, smiling to myself as I turned another page in the paperback.

The vicar had found the dead body of the most hated guy in the town. A classic, the first in the Miss Marple series, and my favorite book by far.

A knock rattled at my bedroom door, and Grizzy opened it and slipped inside. “Happy birthday!” she said, for the fifth time this morning. “Have I mentioned how happy I am you’re still here?”

“Thank you,” I said, and put my book down, carefully marking my place with a marker. “Griz, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. I—”

Grizzy whipped out a package from behind her back and held it out. It was small, wrapped in golden paper and with a big cream bow on top.

“Wow, Griz, you really didn’t have to.” I couldn’t remember the last time someone had gotten me a gift. My throat grew tight. “Really. This is too much. Breakfast and a gift?”

“Come on, just open it.” She walked it over to me, and Curly Fries slipped through the crack in the open door behind her. Of course, the cat would take her opportunity to taunt me on my birthday. It wasn’t enough that I was officially one year past thirty.

“Thank you.” I took the present and tore the giftwrap off. I lifted a book, admiring its glossy cover. “Murder on the Orient Express.”

“I figured it was time you retired that worn out copy of Miss Marple and move onto Poirot.”

“Griz, this is awesome.”

She came over and gave me a hug. I squeezed her back.

“I’m spoiled today. I’ve never been treated like this before.”

“Chris, that makes me kind of sad. Everyone should be treated well on their birthday. Even if—no! No, no, no, Curly, you know you’re not allowed in here. No burgers for you.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

Grizzy looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. “What do you mean it’s fine? You hate it when she stares at you.”

“She can stay for now.”

“Oh. Oh, all right, your funeral,” Griz said, and laughed at my expression. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

It wasn’t easy to take jokes about death or funerals too lightly nowadays.

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