Blown To Pieces (PTO Murder Club Mystery Book 2) by Katie Graykowski

Author:Katie Graykowski [Graykowski, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, small town, Romance, cozy
Published: 2016-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 14

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The next morning, I stared at the phone on my desk at work. I had my Chocolate Glazed coffee at my elbow, my door closed for privacy, and still I couldn’t make myself pick up the phone and call Lyle Grinchwalt.

Calling Lyle was like calling the IRS or the DMV—there would be lots of wasted time, stupid questions, even stupider answers, and enough frustration that I’d want to pull a bottle of vodka out of my desk and start knocking back shots at 9:37 a.m. If only I’d had a bottle of vodka in my desk.

I picked up the phone and dialed.

On the second ring, a perky voice said, “Lee, Grinchwalt, and Grinchwalt, can you hold please?”

“Yes.” I would prefer to hold forever instead of talking to him.

“Thank you.” Ms. Perky put me on hold. Buddy Holly came on the line singing “Peggy Sue.” After that, Jerry Lee Lewis pounded the piano in “Great Balls of Fire.” 1950s and ’60s music. That was kind of cool, in a retro way.

Cool in any way wasn’t how I would ever describe Lyle.

Maybe I should call there every morning and ask to be put on hold just so I could listen to their music.

I was rocking out to Elvis Presley’s “Hound Dog” when Ms. Perky came back on the line. “Thank you for holding, how may I help you?”

“Lyle Grinchwalt, please.” I waited and prayed while Ms. Perky checked to see if he was available. Oh merciful and wonderful God, you just took Taco Bell away from me, please give me Lyle’s voicemail.

“Go for Lyle.” It was Lyle.

Who says “Go for Lyle”?

She transferred the call, and Lyle answered on the first ring. “This is Lyle.” Clearly, God was on a coffee break.

“It’s Mustang Ridges.” I waited for him to digest that information.

“Are you calling to apologize for not inviting me to the last PTO meeting?” His deep voice was chastising. Okay, here’s the deal. When I first met Lyle, I thought he was cute. Then he opened his mouth. If only Lyle had been born minus a mouth—he could have been Mr. Right.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. Next time we will include you.” Not a chance in hell. The only meeting we’d ever invited him to was the one we’d planned for 3:00 p.m. at the Iron Cactus. I wasn’t responsible for the fact that the Iron Cactus had gone out of business...over a year ago. I couldn’t help it that he didn’t know that.

“The Bee Creek Elementary Parent Teacher Organization bylaws clearly state that all members of the board are to be present when a vote is taken.” He took a deep breath and rambled on. “Article 6-32 states that minutes must be recorded and signed off on by every member of the board...”

See why we don’t include him? He’s actually read the bylaws. Who does that?

“Yes, I know. I’m calling about our vote on the raffle basket auction money. I’d like to donate it to the Lakeside African Relief Fund.

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