Booked for Murder: A Completely Unputdownable Page Turning and Addictive Cozy Mystery by FROST ANGIE

Author:FROST, ANGIE
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter eleven

“She’s not here,” Phyllis said, her voice laced with dread as she tried to peer through the reflective glass walls of Penny’s exquisite home.

Ivy tried the doorbell again although they had tried it over and over again for the last ten minutes. “Why wouldn’t she be here?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she went out looking for Eve on her own.”

“But it’s only eight in the morning.”

Phyllis began scanning the property; she tiptoed to look over the fence by the poolside area. “I don’t see anyone in the kitchen.”

“I’ll call her,” Ivy offered, dialing Penny’s number right away. But a part of her already knew Penny wouldn’t pick up the call. Something felt off, and it made Ivy’s skin tingle.

Ring, ring, ring.

Then, voicemail.

Ivy dropped the call, shaking her head at Phyllis. “She’s not picking up.”

Phyllis adjusted her glasses, squinting further at the upper floors as if that would help her see through all the reflective glass walls. Then, she sighed. “You don’t think something happened to her, right?”

“Well, don’t say that with that kind of expression!” Ivy felt her chest constrict.

Penny was a sixty-something-year-old woman. Sure, she was still strong, but she was a small woman who hadn’t been thinking straight with all her emotions rising through the roof.

Ivy felt like it was their responsibility to make sure Penny was okay. Now, they didn’t know where she was.

But when they saw Penny last night, they managed to calm her down, telling her that Matt Roberts seemed like he genuinely didn’t know where Eve was or where she lived. And that made Penny feel a bit better.

Better enough to stay in bed when Ivy and Phyllis left for the evening despite her being a light sleeper.

So what happened between then and now? Where did Penny wander off? Was she okay?

The urge to dial 911 approached Ivy’s mind at full speed. Then, Phyllis’s phone rang, making Ivy flinch a little.

“Not now, Cameron,” Phyllis answered her phone dismissively. But then, she glanced at Ivy worriedly as she listened to the other line. “Hold up. What do you mean Penny’s there …? She did what …? Fine. Hold on to her; we’re coming.”

Phyllis was already headed back to the car by the time she put down her phone. Ivy jogged up behind her. In the distance, she could see Fable peering out the backseat window while she waited for the ladies to come back.

Ivy asked, “What did your brother say?”

“Penny is at the station, begging officers to find her daughter. From what I heard, she’s frantic,” Phyllis replied, climbing into the passenger seat.

Ivy hurried over to the driver’s side, started the engine, and stepped on the gas as soon as she could.

It took them less than ten minutes to get to the station—Ivy was thankful Carmel wasn’t like L.A. with all the traffic. More and more, she began appreciating the city she and her mother once ran away from.

Carefully putting Fable inside her bag, Ivy ran with Phyllis into the station, expecting Penny and a whole lot of mess.

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