Death by Flamenco: An Easter Murder in Seville (Travel Can Be Murder Cozy Mystery Series Book 7) by Jennifer S. Alderson

Author:Jennifer S. Alderson [Alderson, Jennifer S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Traveling Life Press
Published: 2021-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

23 Not Again

“This can’t be happening again!” Lana screamed. Was she an angel of death or a magnet for murderers? Why did so many people die during her tours?

The hallway filled with screams and cries as Chet’s condition registered with all those present. Becky gasped as Nick turned away. Erica buried her face in Ted’s chest. Serena’s hands flew to the sides of her cheeks, Dwight’s mouth dropped open, and Amber’s eyes welled up with tears.

Several theater employees rushed towards the stage, stopping short of actually climbing up onto the podium.

The rest stepped closer to the body, slowly encircling his lifeless corpse.

“Is he really dead?” Becky whispered to Nick.

“Looks like it,” he said and held his wife close.

The blood spurting out of Chet’s neck had slowed to a trickle. Lana didn’t need to be a doctor to know that he was gone.

Randy, however, stepped forward and checked his wrist for a pulse before shaking his head.

“He can’t be dead!” Dwight cried as he bent down to get a closer look at Chet.

Lana, too, felt like shedding a tear. Seeing a life taken was a traumatic experience, even if the victim was not a beloved human being. Maybe Dwight does have a sensitive side, she thought.

Until he added, “Darn it! I needed him alive, to win that lawsuit. He’s no good to me dead.”

He stomped away to the side of the podium, throwing his arms over his torso as he sulked like a child sent to the corner for a timeout.

“What do we do now?” Amber asked.

“Call the police,” Randy responded. He reached into his pocket. “Shoot, my phone is in the dressing room.”

“I can call them from the office,” Josepha said.

“Isn’t that Lana’s peinetas?” Serena asked, her tone the embodiment of innocence.

“What do you mean, my hair comb?” She reached for the tortoiseshell comb in her hair, but felt nothing. Her eyes darted towards the one sticking out of Chet’s neck.

“Oh no,” Lana mumbled. It did look like the one she had been given to wear. Could this day get any worse? “I didn’t hurt him! Right after the lights went out, I felt a tug on my hair. Someone else must have pulled it out of my bun and stabbed him with it.”

“I didn’t do it!” Amber huffed, then turned to Serena, almost expectantly.

“Don’t look at me,” Serena snapped. “Why would I want to hurt him? His remarks didn’t affect my number of followers.”

“We didn’t have any reason to harm him, either,” Becky and Nick added, almost simultaneously.

“Wasn’t he going to mess up your TV deal?” Serena asked.

“He threatened to do so, but he could not have hindered us. We already signed the contract,” Nick assured, before adding, “But Chet was going to block Ted’s new website.”

Ted’s eyes widened. “What? No, he was bluffing to get under my skin. That was his modus operandi—if he couldn’t win, then he did everything he could to devastate those who did.”

Everyone’s eyes turned back to Lana. “Why would I want to hurt him?” she cried indignantly.

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