Deadly Sayings (A Skegness Seaside Cozy Mystery Book 2) by N.C. Lewis

Author:N.C. Lewis [Lewis, N.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

The quick thinking Rector ushered Mrs Carter into the green room where Comedy Mike sat gloomily at the kitchen table. I followed, eager to learn more about the theft. "Calm down, Mrs Carter," the rector said in a soothing voice. "The police have been called, and we'll soon have this thing sorted."

"Everything's gone," wailed Mrs Carter. "All gone."

I placed my arm around her shoulder and smelled alcohol on her breath as she trembled. "Take some deep breaths, and you can explain everything in your own time."

Mrs Carter closed her eyes and lowered her head but said no more.

The rector turned to the sullen-faced Comedy Mike. "How are you, my son?"

Comedy Mike's fists curled and uncurled as if at any moment he might explode and strike something. "Thank God, my Tracy left before the show. This is the fourth time I've been booed off the stage. At least this time it was tomatoes rather than beer bottles. What are the chances?"

The rector patted him on the shoulder and sat down. "Never mind, my son. There is a lesson in all of this." He paused, glancing at Comedy Mike's white-knuckled fists. "Perhaps you might try your hand at an alternative art form that doesn’t require a stage presence. Have you considered origami?"

Before Comedy Mike responded, Constable Wriggly arrived. He was a plump man in his early forties with a reputation for saying, "I'm off duty, Sergeant," or "It's not up to me; ask the person in charge." He scampered into the green room, nose high in the air like a deer. "I was on my way back to the station on important business when the call came through. They said if I hurried, I'd get to meet Malcolm Hobbs, the guy who played Inspector Liftin. Is he still here?"

Rector Beasley stood. "Constable Wriggly, we have had a rather unfortunate theft."

"Not another one," the constable said, scratching the back of his head. "Your cook, Mrs Addison, reported a tray of tomatoes went missing from the kitchen bins. Are we talking more vegetables here?"

"No," the rector said, shaking his head and quickly turning to Mrs Carter. "I'm afraid this is more serious. Mrs Carter, can you inform the constable about your loss."

Mrs Carter, her face flushed red, was about to speak when the constable raised a hand. "That wouldn’t be a fresh pot of tea, would it? I'm parched."

"Of course," said the rector, hurrying to get a cup from the cupboard. "Would you like a little something added?"

Constable Wriggly sputtered something about not drinking on duty, then dropped his voice to almost a whisper. "I wouldn’t say no."

Rector Beasley reached into an inside pocket. There was the brief glint of a silver hip flask. "For medicinal purposes only," he said as if to himself topping up the teacup.

The constable watched, and rubbing the back of his neck said, "You wouldn’t happen to have any sausage rolls to go with that cuppa, would you?"

"There is a plate of hot dogs on the side," replied Mrs Carter.

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