Bones and Arrows: A Sarah Booth Delaney Short Mystery by Carolyn Haines

Author:Carolyn Haines [Haines, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: KaliOka Press
Published: 2017-04-21T22:00:00+00:00

“I had nothing to do with the other cupid. I didn’t know there was another cupid. I showed up like I was told, and while the guests were busy having fun, I robbed them, just like I’ve done a dozen times before.”

“Someone attacked Gregory Lent. It makes sense it was the substitute cupid,” Tinkie pressed him.

“But it wasn’t me. Let me call my mama and make sure she’s okay.”

“Who tells you about the parties?” Tinkie had him on the hot seat and she wasn’t letting up. Since I was driving, I couldn’t contribute a lot to the interrogation.

“It’s all set up by email. I get the details and I hit the party with my helpers. We take what we can, just the obvious stuff. Then we clear out. I take the goods to a drop point and two days later, I pick up my share. It’s never enough, but I don’t have time to pawn the hot items so it’s the best I can do.”

“Are you affiliated with a talent agency in Memphis?” Tinkie asked.

I remembered the big money she’d paid for Gregory Lent and the female singers. The sirens had been cozying up to men all during the party. They could easily be pickpockets.

“No.” Wiley’s brows drew together.

I caught the visual in the rearview mirror. I’d thought he couldn’t get more unattractive, but the unibrow upped the ante.

“Never heard of that talent agency,” Wiley said. “Now call my mama. She better be okay or you two are gonna be charged with hitting an old woman.”

Tinkie sighed, and I knew a small burden had been lifted. It was bad enough to be robbed at her own party, but if she had paid for the thieves to be there, it would have added insult to injury. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number Wiley gave her.

When Mama Ryan answered, Tinkie assured her Wiley was unharmed and on his way to jail. There was a bit of squawking, but Tinkie convinced her Wiley was safer in custody than anywhere else.

Tinkie closed the phone and sighed. “For some reason, Wiley Ryan, your mama loves you.”

“Yeah, and I love her too. So sue me.”

We pulled down the driveway to Dahlia House, and Wiley leaned forward. “Look, I told you what I know. Let me go. I’m just a petty thief. I swear I didn’t hit anyone.”

“What you stole from Hilltop wasn’t petty. You stole a lot of expensive jewelry, silver, money, and art.” I had no sympathy.

“I want all of the stolen property back. I can’t believe my guests were robbed in my own home.” Tinkie meant business. “Where is all the stuff?”

“Are you nuts? I left it for pickup last night. Just like I always did before.” He sighed. “This time tomorrow, I would have been out of town and on my way home with enough cash to—”

“Who’s your partner?” Tinkie asked.

“I don’t have a partner, I have a boss. I’ve never met him, but his name is Jessie. I answered an ad in the newspaper that said easy money and lots of it.

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