Batter Off Dead by Maddie Day

Batter Off Dead by Maddie Day

Author:Maddie Day [Day, Maddie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2021-11-10T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 26

I texted Danna from the store at seven that night.

How are you feeling?

I’d sent her a message before I rode out to see Grant, simply telling her to rest and be well. Still, I had a restaurant to run, and another day like today would be brutal for Turner and me. I needed to know if I should rope in additional help.

Way good. Meds are working. See you in AM.

Awesome. Glad to hear it.

It really was good news. And I needed some after what I’d learned from Grant. The two hours since then had been occupied with riding home and a quick, grocery-store take-out dinner with Abe before he left for banjo practice. I’d then driven here to the store to do meal prep for tomorrow.

Now flour was on my hands and opera was on the speakers, which helped me to both work and think. I was yawning, too, so I needed to work quickly and get home to bed. Even if we did have all hands on deck tomorrow, any day in the restaurant tended to be hectic.

When my phone buzzed, I nearly ignored it. After I dusted off a hand and read the text, I smiled, hurrying to the door to unlock it.

“I bear gifts of sweetness,” Phil proclaimed, arms full of brownie-laden trays.

“I return gratitude.” I returned his smile, as well his flowery formality, and let him in.

“That flour on your nose tells me I interrupted something.” He set down his trays. “Can I help?”

“Always. First things first.” I opened the door to the walk-in. “Let’s stash those and get ourselves a drink. Tea and Four Roses?”

Phil held forefingers to temples. “Mind meld.”

Two minutes later, he perched on a stool opposite me, rolling silverware while I cut butter into the biscuit dry ingredients.

“Any word on how Samuel is?” I asked. “I didn’t get an update from Adele.”

“Doing better every day, thank the Lord.”

“I’m so glad.”

He finished a roll and lined up the silverware on another napkin. “Don’t you think it’s kind of nuts for old people to go wandering around in the tropical wilderness?”

“Dude, Mumbai might be tropical. But it’s so not wilderness. You know it’s a huge, modern city, right?”

“I guess.” He took a sip of his bourbon-laced tea. “What’s happening closer to home? I mean, with that lady’s murder.”

“Nothing, as far as I know.” I drank from my own mug. “It seems to be a mess of past history, family resentments, maybe some financial wrongdoing. Hey, Phil?”

“Yes?”

“Will you look something up for me?” I gestured toward his phone with my chin.

“Sure. What?”

“Check out a place called Ginny’s Gobblers. A turkey farm.”

He laughed. “I don’t have to do that. It’s in Beanblossom. Your pal Martin owns it, the Mennonite dude. That is, his mother does. She’s Ginny. Why did you want to know?”

“Nanette used to work there, a long time ago. Interesting. I’ll have to give Martin a call.”

“Is that guy involved in the murder? The one we were talking about the other day—somebody Gale?”

“Kristopher Gale.



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