Coffee & Corpses: A Clean Christian Small Town Cozy Mystery with Coffee & Romance (Connie Cafe Mystery Series Book 1) by Maisy Marple

Author:Maisy Marple
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: CCS Publishing
Published: 2020-07-31T22:00:00+00:00

I arrived at The Coffee Creek Golf Club around eight, after a wonderful breakfast with my mother…and multiple cups of coffee.

It was shocking that no one was out on the course. It was like the place was completely closed to the public. There was one other car in the parking lot, and I had a feeling I knew who that belonged to.

Walking into the Pro Shop, I found Bogey at the bar. He already had a glass of beer in his hand.

“What do you want?” he barked, setting his glass down a little harder than I think he meant. Although, he did seem pretty angry. So maybe it was exactly as hard as he’d meant.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” I smiled, trying to break through the tension. Stepping up to the bar I said, “Bogey, I was wondering if you would be willing to let me go back out on the course in a cart this morning?”

“What are you gonna do? Haven’t you messed up enough around here?” He slurred, extending both arms out toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the eighth hole. “This course should be full this time of day. But not anymore. The cops shut us down for two days and guys went home to their wives and talked about how one of the guys got murdered here on the course, an’ all the sudden nobody wants to golf.”

“I’m so sorry, Bogey,” I said. “But you have to believe me when I tell you that I had nothing to do with what happened to David Gardner, honest.”

“You know how it looks, don’t ya? You were all alone out there with him. At first, I wouldn’t have believed it, a little thing like you overpowering a big man like David, but then the cops come in here yesterday and tell me that it’s been confirmed a murder. You were the only one out there. Your own paper’s running articles about you now.”

He held up the most recent issued of The Gazette. I almost threw up when I saw my picture on the front page with the title, ‘Murderer, or Just in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time?’

I grabbed the paper from his hand.

“I can’t believe this.” I held it up to him and pointed at the words that were printed above a rather horrible picture of me. “You don’t believe this drivel do you? They’re mad at me over there at The Gazette, because I refused to write stories like this. They’re trying to get back at me for telling them no.”

“I don’t know.” Bogey picked up his beer and took a healthy swig. “It says right in there that the police have already named you as a possible suspect. You know what else it says in that article?”

“No,” I huffed. “What else does it say in that article?”

“It says right there, paragraph five, if I’m not mistaken, that you are the only suspect at the moment.”

“Oh, for crying out loud. You don’t actually

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