Little Ghost Lost (Destiny Bay Cozy Mysteries Book 5) by J.D. Winters

Author:J.D. Winters [Winters, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jill waved at Roy, and then he was coming my way with a drink in his hand. I watched as he came closer, studying him, trying to analyze what made him seem so much hunkier than the other men in this place. Because he did. Oh yes he did.

It was the look in his eyes, I decided. There was confidence there, and humor, and a certain love for life that beamed out from him. When he smiled at me I couldn’t stop myself. I had to smile back.

“Hey pretty girl,” he said as he slid in across from me. “What kind of mischief are you two cooking up?”

“Who? Us?” I tried the wide-eyed innocent look but it just made him laugh.

“Yeah, you. Come on. Out with it. You’re speculating about the Jerry Moore murder, aren’t you?”

I did a coy pose. “Maybe.”

He took a long sip of his mocha, leaned back and said, “So who did it?”

“We…I don’t know.”

“Oh come on. It wouldn’t be in character for you to stay mute on this. You’ve got your murderer pegged. Who is it?”

I sighed. There was no point in pretending. Besides, we had a right to our ideas. No point in pretending otherwise.

“I say Vlad, Jill says Astrid.”

He blinked. “Vlad? Who’s Vlad?”

“My boss.”

He frowned. “I thought his name was Vance.”

“I call him Vlad, the Impaler.”

His eyes narrowed. “Interesting. Do I dare ask why?”

“It’s simple, really. He knows I call him that. It’s his own fault. He’s the one with the wicked impaling device on his desk.”

He looked puzzled. “You mean, like a sword or something?”

“No. I mean he has one of those metal spindle-type thingamajigs on his desk that we’re supposed to use to leave him notes and memos on. It’s like a large nail sticking up in the air. It’s dangerous. Somebody who’s not paying enough attention is going to stab themselves in the palm of their hand as they slap down a message for him. That thing is lethal.”

I knew I was beginning to sound hopelessly defensive about my name-calling ways. I guess I should admit that it’s embarrassing. I know it’s childish. And yet…

Roy was looking askance. “So you call him Vlad because he impales memos.”

“Right.”

He seemed to be studying the depth of my gaze. “I guess there are all sorts of nuances to your personality I haven’t uncovered yet, aren’t there? What other little quirks are you hiding behind those pretty green eyes?”

I flushed, not really pleased, but I quickly realized it was my own fault. If I didn’t want to be patronized, maybe I ought to start acting a little more adult. So I ignored his question and went right on into my reasons for suspecting Vlad…er… Vance. And Jill’s reasons for suspecting Astrid.

“My number one suspect is actually a couple—Vlad and Celinda. And as I said, Jill is rooting for Astrid.”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Celinda was in Cambria.”

I stared at him. “You haven’t talked to Tom Hatchett yet, have you?”

He frowned. “The neighbor across the street? I tried, but he went into his house to get a sweater and never came back.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.