Death is in the Details (Paynes Creek Thriller Book 1) by Heather Sunseri

Author:Heather Sunseri [Sunseri, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sun Publishing
Published: 2019-05-19T22:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Media swarmed the front of the police station the next morning. Despite the overcast weather, I wore oversized sunglasses—my head was about to explode from too much bourbon the night before—but they didn’t prevent Marla from recognizing me as I approached.

She tapped her cameraman’s arm, and he immediately turned his camera on me. Marla took several quick steps in my direction. Not even three-inch heels slowed her down.

“Miss Day,” she said in her news-reporting voice. “Can you tell us why the FBI is looking into the deaths of Eli Gentry and your mother, Scarlett Day? Did you know they were reopening the case?”

I stopped and faced her, irritated at how the motion caused even more pain in the area behind my right eye. “Just in case you are not aware, I don’t work for the FBI. I have no idea whether or not they are looking into that decade-old case, Marla. Move on.”

Other reporters began to show interest and walk toward me.

“Are you aware that the FBI has found a link between the recent arson cases and the fire that killed your mother and stepfather? How have you come to grips with the fact that your brother was wrongly incarcerated after your mother’s death?”

I shoved past Marla and the other reporters firing questions at me, and I didn’t slow until I was through the double doors.

I thought back to the three missed calls from Luke that I’d found on my phone when I awoke. I hadn’t bothered to call him back, but now I wondered if I should have. Had he wanted to warn me about this?

“They’re vultures, aren’t they?” Penelope said. Her hair was curled to perfection, and she was wearing a bright orange and hot pink sweater set and a colorful jeweled necklace.

I lifted my glasses and squinted at her bright, cheery face. “Why do you look like that and I look like this?” I gestured to my gray down jacket, black crew-neck sweater underneath, blue jeans, and black boots. My long, straight hair was pulled into a simple ponytail that hung down my back like the short mane of a thoroughbred racehorse.

“Must be the green smoothie I had this morning. Want me to make you one?”

“No, I don’t.” I turned and looked out the front doors. “Marla was speaking some nonsense about the FBI reopening my mother’s case.”

Penelope didn’t say anything.

I rotated my head slowly in her direction. “Tell me Marla has no idea what she’s talking about.”

Penelope looked down at her shoes—rose-colored suede flats—then back at me. She let out a sigh. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I thought someone would have told you.”

Yelling sounded from the chief’s office. Through the open blinds of the window that separated the chief from his station house, I saw Uncle Henry lean across the chief’s desk, lift a hand, and point it in Chief Reid’s face. “You told me they weren’t digging up old skeletons!”

“Henry, I need you to calm down,” Chief Reid said. He leaned away from Uncle Henry’s wagging finger.

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