Down Home and Deadly by Lynxwiler Christine

Author:Lynxwiler, Christine [Lynxwiler, Christine & Reynolds, Jan & Gaskin, Sandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Lettin’ the cat out of the bag is a lot easier’n puttin’ it back in.

Closing time. Finally. Carly had sent Debbie and Susan home already, and Marco and I were gathering the last of the garbage. Since the night Marco told Carly how badly he needed hours—and proven how well he could clean the men’s bathroom—he’d helped clean up.

“You know my new rule. I do not, under any circumstances, take out the garbage.” I twisted the tie and set the full bag by the door. “Just let me close this other bag, and you can carry them both out.”

As I pulled the black bag out of the metal can, I noticed a flash of light. It almost looked like a flashlight had come on inside the bag. I donned some heavy cleaning gloves from under the sink and stuck my hand in to fish it out. When I reached for it, I saw it was my cell phone. It must have fallen out of my apron pocket when I was cleaning and landed in one of the garbage cans. I was thankful that when the side buttons get bumped, it lights up. Otherwise I’d have lost it forever. I wiped it off with a paper towel.

“What do you think? Some of these are pretty sturdy.” I showed it to Carly. “Even though it looks like it’s on, I don’t want to mess with it while it’s so nasty. Do you think it will still work after I take it apart and clean it off? I was just learning how to use it.”

“Not to mention all that music Zac said he put on it for you.” Carly hung her dish towel on the towel rack. “It might be worth cleaning it and trying it out.”

Marco picked up the bags and headed out the back door while I took the back off the phone and cleaned the outside of it with a damp paper towel. The inside still looked good as new. I put the battery back in, hit the power button, and was rewarded with the little orange man doing cartwheels across the screen. “Yea! It still works.”

I hit the envelope for text messages to see if Alex had messaged me while I was at work. The first received message said, “Waiting for you out back.”

“How in the world could he be waiting for me out back?” I held up the phone where Carly could read the message. “His plane left this morning.”

“No idea.” She shrugged. It hit us both at the same time. The last time someone was waiting out back. . .Was a murderer waiting for me out back? But why would he warn me?

We both jumped up. “Marco!” we screamed in unison. I ran toward the back door with Carly on my heels. We screeched to a halt at the door and looked at each other. Would we find his body on the ground behind the diner?

I pulled the door open and peeked out. “Marco? Are you okay?” No answer.

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