DHM11-15 - Culinary Cozy Murder Collection 3 by Gillard Susan

Author:Gillard, Susan [Gillard, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cThriller
Amazon: B072F3KWZ4
Publisher: Guardian Publishing Group
Published: 2017-05-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Just because Hunter was on drugs and he’d bought a rifle, didn’t mean he’d killed his sister.

Heather grimaced – the evidence certainly didn’t lean in Hunter Trickle’s favor – and rushed up the concrete stairs of the Hillside Police Department. She pushed through the doors and headed for the desk directly ahead.

“May I help you, ma’am?” The woman behind the desk readjusted the name badge affixed to her uniform.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my husband? Ryan Shepherd. It’s urgent,” she replied.

“Just a sec,” Natalie replied, then pressed buttons on the phone in front of her.

Heather backed off a few steps and stared out of the window instead. The sun had already risen, and morning traffic rumbled down the road. A traffic jam had spread back from the lights at the intersection. Cars honked their horns, and a man leaned out of his window, waving frantically at the others in the line.

“Oh boy, what a weird start to the day,” Heather said.

“Babe?” Ryan appeared beside her. “What are you doing here?”

She’d never encroached on his working space before. It’d always seemed like a silly thing to do, even though he’d hinted that a box of donuts would go down well at the station.

“Sorry,” Heather replied, “I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t urgent.”

“I know. But what’s happened? Are you all right?”

“I want over to Hunter Trickle’s house this morning, I dunno, maybe it was too early –”

“Wait, what?” Ryan grabbed her by the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did. I sent you a text about it. I take it you haven’t checked your phone,” Heather said.

“No, I’ve been getting a lecture from Davidson instead. I can’t wait for this shift to end,” Ryan murmured, then rubbed his forehead with the back of his forearm. Their voices echoed down the long hall, bouncing off the nondescript beige walls and chipped linoleum.

“What happened at Hunter’s place?” Ryan asked.

“His door was open, and the lights were on. So I called out for him, but he didn’t answer.”

“You went in, didn’t you?” Ryan pressed three fingers to his forehead. “I’m getting a headache. Stress.”

“I went in, and I saw he’d gotten a couple of emails from Adele and one from Chase Reynolds. And there were drugs on the table. He walked in and chased me outta there,” Heather said. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but there’s something weird going on here. Why was he talking to two other suspects in the case? Why did he buy a gun?”

“Okay, okay,” Ryan said, and flapped his hands.

Heather lowered her voice and took a couple of deep breaths. She had been getting too excited. She needed a coffee, or better yet, a donut.

“You need to go to the bakery and focus on your work, love. It will calm you down. Thanks for the tip off, I’ll follow through on the lead with Hunter,” Ryan said, then paused and licked his lips. “I want you to know that you’re the best investigator I’ve ever met. I’d trust you with my life, but sometimes, you need to pull back and breathe.

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