Bed and Breakfast and Murder by Patti Larsen

Author:Patti Larsen [Larsen, Patti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cThriller, amazon
ISBN: 9781988700052
Google: IQwaDgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B01N6W3JKN
Publisher: Mayhem and Murder Ink
Published: 2017-01-27T23:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Twenty One

The hard, wooden chair was about as uncomfortable as I remembered it from a few days ago but this time at least I felt like I had the upper hand. Crew read through the letter a few times while I fidgeted and tried not to demand he run out and investigate not only Pete Wilkins but his sister, Ruth. Instead, my foot bobbing at the end of my crossed legs, I shifted positions about three million times while sighing over and over again.

When Crew finally looked up, he had that pinched, unhappy expression I’d come to discover was his expression of choice. Or maybe it was just with me. That unsettling thought vanished as he leaned back in his own chair, springs creaking, and set the letter in front of him.

“You could have taken this to your dad,” he said, soft, subdued.

“I know.” I shifted again, but this time out of discomfort I was even here. The fact I had turned coat and brought the evidence to the new sheriff wasn’t lost on me. “But Dad isn’t in that seat anymore, Crew. You are. And he doesn’t have the power to do anything about it.” I left that hanging. Hoping, “You do,” left unsaid, didn’t need to be.

Crew nodded, frown smoothing out. “I do appreciate your faith in me.” Irony there, and some sarcasm. “But I’m not sure what I can do with the word of a woman who had suffered a major stroke and was dying in a nursing home when she wrote this.”

“Seriously?” I gaped at him, wishing now I had taken the letter to Dad after all and screw this useless excuse for a—

“However.” Crew cut me off with one raised index finger. I distinctly disliked him in that instant, so much so the very sight of him made me want to throw something at his handsome face. Mess it up a little. Leave him something to remember me by while I languished in prison for assault.

I sat back, arms crossing over my chest while he seemed to mull things over.

“How much do you know about your father’s case against Pete Wilkins?” I wasn’t expecting that question and it jerked me out of my sullen anger.

“Nothing,” I said. “Feel like filling me in?”

Crew drew a breath before shaking his head. “He never told you anything?”

“You’ve met John Fleming, right?” I grunted a swear word.

Crew laughed then and I forgot for a moment I was supposed to hate his cowardly guts. Because he had this velvety laugh that had warm edges and the kind of depth that stirred things long left unstirred.

“Fee, I need to be honest.” He settled then, rubbing at his face with both hands, looking tired and a bit vulnerable. How refreshing. And made me listen even more than the chance I might find out what the hell was going on. “I’ve read the information your dad had against Pete. Pretty solid case, for all. But it fell apart because John lost his distance.

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