Bed, Breakfast and Murder by Jenna St. James

Author:Jenna St. James [James, Jenna St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“Let’s make one more stop before we get ready for dinner tonight,” Aunt Shirley said as we headed toward our room.

“To talk to Stewart?” I guessed.

Aunt Shirley grinned. “You got it. See if his blustering is just a ruse.”

The door to the Hercule Poirot room was not fully shut as we passed by, and we heard voices inside. I recognized Olivia’s voice, but the other voice belonged to a man.

“You’re sure you knew nothing about this?” Olivia asked.

“I swear, no!” the man said. “Once your mom finally told me where you were, I hopped in the car and drove the three hours here. I turned off my phone just in case you tried to call because I wanted to surprise you. I love you, Olivia. I came here to save our marriage. And I came here to confront that piece of —”

“Shhh,” Olivia said. “It doesn’t matter anymore because he’s dead.”

No one said anything for a few seconds.

“Olivia’s husband Brian?” I whispered to Aunt Shirley.

“I assume so,” she whispered back.

I heard a dresser drawer close then Brian cleared his throat. “Olivia, you didn’t have anything to do with this guy’s death, did you?”

“I swear, no! I confronted him this morning and told him we were not going to be blackmailed by him anymore and he’d better not send anything to us again or else there would be consequences. That’s it. I promise.”

I scrunched my nose when I heard kissing noises.

Time to move this party along.

I waved Aunt Shirley on to where we were supposed to be going—the Harley Quin room where Stewart and Tina Collins were staying.

I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. When no one answered, I knocked again.

“What?” Stewart Collins shouted. “I’m busy here. Come back later.”

“Mr. Collins?” I said as I knocked on the door again. No way was I leaving this jerk alone. He’d have to answer the door and physically tell me to stop. Which would allow us to ask questions real quick.

“What?” Stewart Collins yanked open the door and glared at me. “Didn’t you hear me tell you to go away?”

I gave him my most innocent look. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. My aunt and I would like to ask you a couple questions, if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind.”

He went to shut the door in my face, so I stuck my foot in the door frame. He glared at me, then moved his glare over to Aunt Shirley.

“We just had a couple questions about the death of Trent Starnes,” I said.

“I already talked to the Sheriff. I don’t need to talk to you. I had no idea who this Trent guy even was.”

“What about your wife?” Aunt Shirley prompted. “What did she tell the Sheriff about Trent?”

Stewart Collins gave me a funny look. “My wife? She didn’t know him either. I think she told the Sheriff she may have spoken to him when she was here previously. But she said she hadn’t spoken to him at all since we’ve been here the last two days.

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