Haunting Season: A Ghost Cozy Mystery Series (Haunted Everly After Book 8) by ReGina Welling & Erin Lynn

Author:ReGina Welling & Erin Lynn [Welling, ReGina & Lynn, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Willow Hill Books
Published: 2022-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

NEXT ON MY list for the day, I drove to Pine Tree Automotive to get my car serviced and grill a potential suspect.

“You sure she’s not for sale?” As he always did, Bennie caressed the hood of my car, his eyes gleaming with the admiration certain men only save for hunks of metal and tires. “I’d give you top dollar.”

“Not today.” I smiled and dashed his hopes yet again. “I’ve got other plans for her.” Which was true even if I meant to have something better for winter driving before the first flakes took to the air this year. Since those plans meant keeping the Buick in the family, I gently turned him down.

“She’s one fine machine.” He sat in the seat for a moment and rested his hands on the wheel before releasing the hood latch. “They don’t make them like this anymore.”

“My dad says the same thing.” Which was why he’d appreciate the car far more than I did. Not that I was complaining because I wasn’t, but it felt like the right time to move on.

It was also time to get to the second reason for my visit. I opened with something noncommittal and watched his face. “Shame about Mr. Peavey.”

Bennie lost his ever-cheerful smile as he used a funny-looking tool to loosen the oil filter. “A worse shame if they pin his murder on Milo. No way that guy would shove a knife in someone’s back. He’s too damn nice.”

Being nice wasn’t a guarantee against being a murderer, but I agreed with his assessment, so I nodded and let my silence goad him into saying more. “And he definitely wouldn’t go after Oddjob since Milo was the only person in town who liked the man. Jober wasn’t the easiest guy to be around.”

Sounded like he spoke from experience.

“Yes, I figured that out at Cappy’s on Friday when he threatened half the bar with airing their dirty laundry. I figure someone’s was filthier than the rest, and they really didn’t want it hung on the line for public viewing.”

Bennie shrugged the suggestion off and, while the old oil drained, used another weird tool to squirt some fairly stinky grease into a series of fittings.

“Mooselick River is a small town. Close-knit, like family.” He pulled a red rag out of his back pocket and wiped off excess grease. “Which means secrets have a way of eventually coming out. People like to talk, and if they can’t find anything interesting to say, they’ll make something up.”

“Do you think Oddjob was making things up? He certainly talked like he had dirt on a lot of people.” What the heck, I figured, go bold or go home. “And when he started singling people out, I thought you were one of them. Or maybe the guy sitting next to you.”

I watched him closely for signs of prevarication, but his gaze met mine steadily. He was either an exceptional bluffer, which I doubted because I’d heard about his lack of prowess at poker, or he had nothing to hide.

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