Lucky and the Electrocuted Ex by Emmy Grace

Author:Emmy Grace [Grace, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EG Books
Published: 2020-01-17T06:00:00+00:00

11

“What is it?” Liam asks, his eyes narrowing on mine.

I forget how I am completely unable to control my expression. If ever there was an open book, I’m probably it. Whether I intend to be or not.

“I was just thinking that maybe the person who killed here actually rode here with him, which would mean that Gavin’s killer knew him well. And he knew her well.”

“Her?”

I nod. “Crazy Eyes.”

“Who’s Crazy Eyes?”

“Gavin’s fiancée.”

“You think these are her heel prints?”

“There’s probably a good chance. This morning she was wearing boots with wicked high heels.”

“Wicked high heels?” Liam asks with teasing derision. “What, you’re a New England-er now?”

“You got a problem with that?” I ask in my best Robert DeNiro impression.

Liam rolls his eyes and offers me his hand as he stands. “Come on, Bobby D. Let’s go talk to the fiancée before you ruin any more great actors.”

I take his hand and let him lead me back to the group. “Don’t be coy. You loved it and you know it.”

I hear a soft snort and I know that’s the only answer I’ll get. I grin anyway. Liam’s fun to tease, too.

My “support system” is standing in a cluster at the back of the hearse, right where they were when I left them. So much for a crime fighting team. Sleuths, they are not.

Miss Haddy is telling a story, which is ending with the words, “And that’s how he died with his hand in his pants.”

Regina looks bored, Momma Leona and Beebee look like they both just heard a dirty joke, and both Malcolm and Snuffleupagus are leaned up against the car, half asleep.

“Do I even want to know the rest of that story?” I ask when we stop at the edge of their sloppy circle.

“Pro’bly not, sugar,” Miss Haddy admits with a wink. “What did you find? Anything?”

“I think so. At least we have a direction to look in now.”

I tell them about the panel door, the drag marks, the tread, and the holes in the dirt.

“Oh, oh, oh! It’s Crazy Eyes!” Regina blurts as she raises her hand.

“What’s with the hand?” I ask her.

She pauses and then slowly lowers it. “Oh. Sorry. I just got excited. There for a second, I was back in Mrs. Hinkle’s class in the fifth grade.”

“You always were a suck-up.”

“I was not. I just liked history.”

“Yeah, history like how you used to kiss her butt fourscore and seven years ago.”

“You don’t even know what that was from,” she sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Of course, I do. It was the Pittsburgh Address.”

“Or maybe the Gettysburg Address?”

“Potato, po-tah-to,” I say with a wave of my hand.

“It’s tomato, to-mah-to, you dork,” she corrects with a snigger.

“Whatever, whatever,” I say with exasperation. “The main thing is, we have a suspect. Now we just need to find out where she’s staying and get into her room to check her shoes.”

Regina’s hand spikes up again. “Oh, oh, oh! I know how! I know!”

“I’m gonna start calling you ‘Horshack’ if you don’t stop raising your hand.

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