Christmas in Paradise by Deborah Brown

Author:Deborah Brown [Brown, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

As soon as I opened the front door, Fab scooted around me and went up the stairs. “I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” I kicked off my shoes and crossed the living room and out the doors to the patio, putting my arms around Creole. “Shirtless and cooking, just the way I like you.” I kissed his chest.

“I got the table set,” Didier boasted from where he stood, finishing with the last of the silverware. “Where’s Fab?” He walked over and poked his head through the patio doors.

“I’m right here,” Fab called from the top of the stairs.

“Fabiana,” Didier scolded, a note of laughter in his voice.

My guess was she’d slid down the bannister.

Fab came into view, laptop in hand, and paused before stepping outside. “I need to send some pictures.” She headed for the table and set down her computer.

We took our assigned seats at the table. I found it amusing that we never changed it up. Didier poured Fab and me wine; he and Creole were drinking beer.

“How much trouble did you get into?” Creole asked, sitting next to me.

“We didn’t get caught, so that doesn’t count, does it?” I asked, feigning innocence.

Fab groaned and lifted the cover on her laptop, hiding her face behind the screen.

“Does that mean the cops will be here soon, warrant in hand?” Creole asked. I shook my head. “That’s good.”

“Another plus: no bullets or anyone chasing after us.” I smiled.

“Stick to the facts,” Fab grouched.

I updated them on Crum’s case and detailed the conversation with his lawyer, including the information she wanted and said she couldn’t get on her own. “I texted Mac ahead of time on how to gain access to the dressing room in case it was locked this time—the door has a combination lock. Didn’t matter, though, as the door stood wide open. Crum’s locker didn’t have a padlock, and the big find there was a dirty towel.”

Fab peered at us over her the top of her laptop. “I took pictures while Madison guarded the door. After that, I shot a couple of videos. Ms. Grace will soon have footage of every square inch.”

“Bored with guard duty, and after checking to make sure the door was locked, I went around the small room and opened every door that didn’t have a lock,” I said. “Found nothing exciting. Candy wrappers, a few dead bugs.”

“In and out, five minutes.” Fab flexed her biceps.

Didier leaned down and kissed her arm.

“Getting out was just as easy as getting in,” I said. “I poked my head out the door. The hallway was empty and stayed that way until we got to the end and made another turn, at which point, we mingled with people using the restrooms. No one paid us any particular attention. We exited through the food court and headed straight for the SUV.”

Fab turned her laptop around, the screen filled with the pictures she’d taken. “You’re the cop, what am I missing?” she asked Creole.

“I’d have been surprised if you’d found anything that would prove Crum’s guilt or innocence.

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