Creepy Cake Murder by Rosie A Point

Author:Rosie A Point [Point, Rosie A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

9

So far, our suspect list was relatively short.

There was Gregory Michaud, Theresa’s long lost brother—but we had little evidence to back up the claim that he might have murdered her.

And then, of course, there was Franny Clark, who had definitely gotten into an altercation with Theresa in the General Store and in front of our truck. Given that it was a Sunday, and just about everyone was done with Halloween and had retired to their homes, it felt to me like the right time to investigate.

After all, we didn’t have any treats to sell on the truck today.

Bee and I strolled down the street, effecting a casual attitude, even as we approached the ‘perp’s’ house. Bee called it Franny that, even though we didn’t have any solid evidence that she’d actually committed the crime.

Yet.

The wind brushed against my coat, and I tucked it tight against my body as we approached Franny Clark’s home. The real shock had come this morning when I’d asked Sam for Franny’s address and discovered she lived right next door to Franklin on the other side. Her home was the one with the pumpkin-shaped knocker.

How bizarre.

Or was it serendipitous?

“Are you ready, Rubes?” Bee asked, as we trudged up the front steps and halted on a welcome mat with swirling writing.

My stomach did a swirl, but I forced the nerves back and nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Bee lifted the knocked and brought it down three times.

Nothing happened. No footsteps or calls from within.

I pressed a finger to the doorbell and it chimed merrily inside the house.

“Just a second,” a woman called inside. “One second.” And then a whisper. “You shouldn’t have come here today. This is ridiculous. You know how bad this makes me look, Shawn.”

My eyes widened. Shawn? The very same Shawn Clark who had been arrested the night before Theresa’s murder? That was what Millie had said. And he was here. Of course, they were family. Did they live together?

The door cracked open and Franny Clark appeared, her dark hair tied back, her eyes hawkish and the tip of her nose sharp. Then again, that had been hidden underneath a clown’s nose the other night. “Yes?”

“Hi,” I said. “We just wanted to come offer our condolences for losing, um… Theresa. Your neighbor.” It was a weak excuse and even I knew that.

Franny raised a penciled eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“We’re here to offer our condolences,” I repeated.

“No you’re not,” she replied, nasally. “You can’t be. Everyone in Carmel Springs knows that Theresa and I hated each other. Which means that you’re here for another reason.” She lifted a finger and jabbed it in my direction. “To interfere! To get the next scoop of gossip to spread among your friends.”

“We’re not from here,” Bee said.

“Yeah, sure. I saw you two on that food truck. You wouldn’t give me a cookie. And if you think I’m going to talk to you about—”

A dark figure materialized behind her, and I gasped—a man in a cloak and hood and… no, it was just that same dark-haired, dark-eyed teenager we’d seen at the Halloween Festival.

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