Madison Johns - Agnes Barton 02 - Grannies, Guns and Ghosts by Madison Johns

Author:Madison Johns [Johns, Madison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Senior Sleuths - Michigan
ISBN: 148401667X
Publisher: Outrageous Books
Published: 2013-03-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I roared my way toward the nearest Fuzzy’s that was located in Tadium, a short drive from Tawas. When we walked in, I was taken aback by the fact that both ghost hunters were here, and Betty Lou!

We shuffled in and sat down at our usual table as Sally Alton walked over. She wore shorts and a white Fuzzy’s tee, her apron smeared with the colors of thirty-eight flavors, her blond hair pulled back into a tight braid.

She smiled in greeting. “It’s kinda late for the two of you isn’t it?”

I nodded. “We’ll have the usual.”

“One pineapple sundae with the works and a banana split for the champ over there,” referring to Eleanor. Sally moved behind the counter, returning five minutes later with our delicious concoctions.

El laughed nervously. “I hear your grandparents are out of town.”

She leaned in. “Are you missing my grandma, or your weekly fights?”

El scoffed. “Well… I…”

I raised my hand. “Fights get my vote.”

“How are you gonna get on the wall of shame if you don’t have nobody to scrap with here?” Sally asked, motioning to the wall on the right.

Sure enough there were pictures of Eleanor and Dorothy Alton in the midst of an ice cream fight. It looked like seniors gone wild because most if not all of the pictures were of senior-aged folks. Problem was you don’t have to do too much to set the seniors off in this town. I smiled and knew I ranked up there too. I just choose not to make them an ice cream-filled episode. I’d much rather eat ice cream than wear it.

I ate my pineapple sundae, keeping a watchful eye on Betty Lou and the boys from G.A.S.P. They were huddled together and spoke in hushed tones and that just wouldn’t do for me.

I stood up and approached the trio. “Hello there boys, Mrs. Butler.” I gave her a curt nod. “I’m so sorry to hear about your troubles.”

Eleanor gasped. “That must be awful having to postpone the funeral.” She wiped at an invisible tear. “I dare say that would just be too much for me.” She quivered.

Betty Lou looked up at us, her eyes more than a little red. Had she been drinking or was she really upset about her husband?

“Somehow I’m not feeling it, ladies,” she said.

“I’m quite an investigator you know,” I volunteered. “And is it also true that you were put out of your house?”

“Yes, you got that one right. When the law tells you they are locking the place up, you can’t protest. I left at the time because I figured it was for the best, but now—I can’t even dispose of my husband’s remains. They told me it was just a matter of paperwork.” She hung her head.

“What was, dear?”

“The house I mean. He assured me things would be cleared up in a few days.”

El spoke up. “Then they did the whole slap you with an order contesting the cremation, huh?”

She cried. “Yes. He’s my husband, not theirs.” She massaged

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