Bad Haircult by Sam Cheever

Author:Sam Cheever
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery animal, cozy mystery, funny mystery, humorous mystery, mystery with female sleuths, mystery with amateur sleuths
Publisher: Electric Prose Publications
Published: 2017-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

FLO WENT TO FIND DETECTIVE Peters. She told him about the box and insisted nobody had touched it. Mollified slightly by her help, he agreed that she and Agnes could go home. But only after wringing a promise from her that they wouldn’t go anywhere until he’d had a chance to talk to them.

Flo promised they’d be at Silver Hills when he finished at the church and then went to get Agnes, who was standing by the office door, looking like the cat who’d chomped the canary. As Flo approached, Agnes hurried up to her. “Look what fell off that table of pamphlets.”

Flo looked down at the flyer in Agnes’s hand. It looked very familiar. “I guess that answers the question of whether the Bright Light Kindredship had their meeting with Count von Count.”

Agnes grinned at the name. “Can we go now?”

Flo nodded. “Let’s skedaddle before Detective Peters changes his mind. I have a stop I want to make on the way home.”

The street where Piers Gergon lived was closed off when Flo pulled up to the intersection. Sawhorse barriers kept traffic out but they hadn’t done anything to keep foot traffic at bay. It looked to Flo as if all of the neighbors were out on the street, peering at the cavalcade of vehicles with flashing lights about halfway up the street.

“Fire trucks,” Agnes said unnecessarily. “I want to go see.”

Flo did too, because she was starting to have a very bad feeling about the source of the thick, gray smoke rising into the sky. She parked her car alongside the curb and they climbed out, crossing the street and ducking past the barriers before anybody could stop them.

They walked up to a group of people clustered on the sidewalk and stopped. Flo picked a friendly looking prospect and sidled up to him. The elderly man stood with a cane and slightly hunched shoulders but his gaze was bright and his cheeks were rosy. He turned a smile on her when she stopped next to him. “Well, hello, young lady.”

Flo grinned. “How are you?”

The man chuckled. “I’m just dandy. But that house is toast.”

She frowned. “Whose house is it? Hopefully nobody was inside?”

The man shook his head. “Gergon’s been missing for a while now.” He frowned. “Poor man. When he comes back he’s going to be devastated. He loved that house.”

“Where’d he go?” Agnes asked with an innocent expression on her face.

The elderly man shrugged.

“Gone to the devil,” a rusty female voice on his other side barked.

Flo peered around her new friend and saw nothing. But when he stepped back she blinked in surprise. The woman standing next to him couldn’t have been more than four feet tall. Her tiny body was gnarled and bent, but despite her infirmities, she somehow gave the impression of being strong and lively. She turned birdlike eyes on Flo and twisted narrow, wrinkled lips. “It don’t pay to dance with Satan. Sooner or later you’re gonna waltz right into the fires of Hell.

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