Deserts, Driving, and Derelicts: A Camper and Criminals Cozy Mystery Series by Tonya Kappes

Author:Tonya Kappes [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-26T05:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

“Listen,” I talked to Fifi like the paper said when I tried to put a dog diaper on her. “According to this note, you’re about to have your monthly girly thing. And this says that you need to wear a pad.”

Hearing myself saying this was something I never would’ve dreamed I’d say to a dog. Maybe a future daughter, but a dog?

Fifi squirmed and jerked away as I tried to keep her in between my legs to get the hole on top of the diaper around her tail. Once I had that on, I had to get a leg in each leg hole and then Velcro it around her little waist.

“I’m not going to let you win.” I was so determined, it brought a sweat to my brow. “There.” I patted the Velcro in place and let go. She bounced around the camper, almost walking completely on her front paws with her hiney in the air. I simply shook my head and wondered what on earth did Camille enjoy about her job. “Wait.”

My eyes narrowed, and I looked off into the distance as more conspiracy theories rolled around my head. I pushed myself off the floor and sat back in the kitchen chair. Pulling the notebook close to me, I started to write.

“What did the will say about Fifi if Tammy Jo died?” I tapped the pen on the paper. “What if it was Tammy Jo that was supposed to die, not Camille, and someone from the KKA came into the house and thought it was Tammy Jo in the office.” I gnawed on the edge of my lip. “Why was Camille in the office? What’s in the office?”

Sitting in the camper wasn’t going to get these questions answered, nor was it going to get the police station cleaned before the work day started. But, I thought, some of these questions could be answered if I could see Tammy Jo while I was there.

The edges of my lips curled up. It was a brilliant idea. Tammy Jo just might have a morning visitor.

I grabbed my phone and my crossbody purse.

“You be a good girl,” I said to Fifi, using my foot to keep her from running out the door. We did a little dance around each other until I finally got out the door and locked it behind me.

The early morning burnt orange sun cast a beautiful glow over the campground and a shadow over Bobby Ray, who was putting quarters in the newspaper machine in front of the recreation center up near the office. He gave a wave of the paper when he noticed it was me and I waved back. I looked in the rearview mirror. Bobby Ray had folded the paper and stuck it under his armpit on his way back towards the bungalows. His chin was up in the air like he too had noticed the gorgeous sunrise. I gripped the wheel and smiled. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see Bobby Ray Bond again.

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