German Chocolate Killer (Cupcakes in Paradise Book 11) by Summer Prescott

Author:Summer Prescott [Prescott, Summer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: fiction
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2018-04-11T05:00:00+00:00

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“We shouldn’t be here,” Echo groused. “You know Chas wouldn’t like this.”

“We don’t know that for certain,” Missy said stubbornly, pulling up in front of Harley Donaldson’s ramshackle apartment building.

“Oh, yes we do,” Echo argued. “This place doesn’t even look safe and it’s daylight,” she complained, glancing about at abandoned, rusty cars, trash piled against the side of the building and more than a few broken windows.

“Don’t judge,” Missy scolded, reaching for the door handle.

Echo put a hand on her arm to stop her.

“I’m not judging,” she hissed. “But did you ever stop to think that we might be walking into the den of a killer in a neighborhood where no one would notice if we never came back out?”

“You’ve been watching too much television,” Missy rolled her eyes. “Come on. We’re really good at finding bad guys and it’s been way too long since we’ve had a little adventure,” she cajoled.

“A little adventure? You call this a little adventure? I think Beulah is right, you’re good common sense is being eclipsed by your hormones.”

“Echo Kellerman, where is your backbone?” Missy demanded. “A lovely young woman died and we have a chance to help find her killer. Why are you being such a chicken?”

“A chicken? You’re calling me names now?” Echo tried to be indignant, but laughed in spite of herself.

“That’s my girl,” Missy grinned. “Now, I’m going to march up to that door,” she pointed at 212A on the second floor. “And I’m going to knock on it and have a conversation with Mr. Harley Donaldson. Are you with me, or are you going to go pout in the car?” she challenged.

“Fine,” Echo sighed, reaching for the door handle. “I hope they can at least find our bodies someday,” she groaned.

“Come on, drama queen, we’re just going to have a conversation,” Missy linked arms with her best friend and they crossed the street.

Standing in front of Harley’s door, Missy’s bravado deserted her, and she raised her hand to knock, but didn’t, keeping it in the air in front of the door.

“Now who’s chicken?” Echo taunted, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s just get out of here, while we still can.”

Missy chewed her lip, indecisive, then frowned. “Nope, we came all the way over here, we’re doing this,” she said, and rapped hard on the hollow-sounding door, which rattled a bit beneath her fist. “Wow, that doesn’t seem very secure,” she commented nervously.

“Why would a psycho murderer need a secure door?” Echo muttered.

“Shhh!” Missy cautioned, putting a finger to her lips. “We have no idea if this guy even did anything wrong. He could just be this normal person who happened to have a crush on a woman who got murdered.”

Echo’s only reply was a long stare. The two of them waited, listening for a response from inside.

“Maybe he’s sleeping,” Missy wondered, knocking again.

“Great, so we’ll be rousing the sleeping killer from his nap. Perfect,” Echo grumbled.

“Oh stop it,” Missy shushed her again.

When there was no answer this time, Echo took her arm again.

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