Gifts, Glamping, & Glocks (A Camper & Criminals Cozy Mystery Series Book 29) by Tonya Kappes

Author:Tonya Kappes [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tonya Kappes Books
Published: 2022-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

11

“Now, this is the angel you need to put on the tree.” Mary Elizabeth had taken me out to the barn, where she stored all the Christmas decorations from my teen years when I lived at home.

She’d piled up so many things for me to take to Hank’s camper to decorate for the night.

“This here is one of the ornaments you made in home economics class.” She pulled out a few ornaments that didn’t look a thing like something I’d make.

“I didn’t do a clothespin soldier when I was in middle school.” It looked like something I might’ve done in elementary school, so I knew I didn’t make it, because my parents were alive when I was that age.

“It’s Bobby Ray’s, but they won’t know. They’ll see your cute ornaments on the tree and see how family oriented you are.” She continued to pull out Bobby Ray’s homemade ornaments she’d kept but didn’t use in decorating the Milkery because she fancified the trees in there.

“You, Bobby Ray.” She waffled between our names. “It doesn’t matter. Just put them on the tree. I have the flocked one right over there.”

There was a box with more boxes on top labeled Decorations.

“Hank’s fifth wheel isn’t this big.” I stood up and put my hands on my waist then looked around the barn she used for storage. “What on earth is that?”

There were some wooden skids piled high with bags.

“Those…” Her voice fell away. She lifted her hands to the pearls neatly lying around her neck, hitting her collarbone perfectly just above the line of the cardigan sweater she was wearing. “Those are from Graham.”

“I meant to ask you about him.” As soon as I’d pulled in to the Milkery, she had been waving to me from outside the barn, where she wanted me to pick up all her Christmas junk. She wasn’t fooling me about how’d she’d been thinking I needed to decorate Hank’s camper for the supper with his parents.

“Isn’t it awful? He was murdered, from what I heard.” She wasn’t privy to the fact I was there or even found him, but I’d never been good at poker or having a poker face. “Don’t even tell me,” she warned. “Oh my gosh. You had a tour there this morning.”

“Yeah.” The word fell almost silently from my mouth. “I actually was going into the storage room with Nora, and we found him.”

“Can’t you just stop going places? I swear,” Mary Elizabeth spat and picked up a box.

This was her usual way she handled stress. She would keep herself busy with redecorating, rearranging, baking but never wanted to talk about what she was feeling.

“I hope your marriage will keep you busy,” she spouted off over her shoulder as she started to carry the box outside.

“What do you mean?” I picked up a box and followed her.

“You just look for things. Bodies. Crime.” The box made a thud when she deliberately dropped it in the trunk of my little car. “You will be cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry when you get married.

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