Meatballs, Mistletoe and Murder by Lisa B Thomas & Paula Lester

Author:Lisa B Thomas & Paula Lester [Thomas, Lisa B & Lester, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: animal cozy mystery, bookstore cozy mystery
Publisher: Paula Lester and Lisa B. Thomas
Published: 2019-11-30T22:00:00+00:00

THE OFFICER AT THE front desk in the police station was a woman Paige recognized. She’d been one of the people working under Scott when the owner of Candlestick Park died on the Ferris wheel. Recognition dawned in her face too, and she smiled and greeted Paige with a friendly tone. “Are you here to see your brother? He went out to lunch.”

Paige shook her head. She’d never caught the officer’s name and peered at the nametag on her shirt. It said A. Colt. “Actually, I need to talk to Officer Burns if he’s around.”

Officer Colt rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah. Of course he’s here. He doesn’t leave unless he absolutely has to. But you might have to wait awhile. He’s eating his lunch, and he likes to take his time.” She rested a hand on the pistol in her belt.

“If you don’t mind taking me to where he is, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to talk to me.” Paige’s hand subconsciously went to her purse that held the vial of Mind Widening potion.

Colt shrugged. “I’m game. Come on.” She led Paige down a short hall, past Scott’s office, and into a bigger room that was obviously shared by several cops.

Four desks stood in the open area, like four points of a square. Burns sat behind the messiest desk, eating a sandwich. An open bag of chips sat in front of him, along with a sixty-four-ounce plastic cup and a small pile of cookies.

Colt nodded at Paige, spun on her heel, and left.

Paige approached the big man, who hadn’t taken off his cowboy hat to eat. She sat in the chair opposite him. “Hey, Officer Burns. I wondered if I could bend your ear for a couple minutes.” She slipped the vial of potion out of her purse and clenched it in a fist.

He didn’t bother finishing his bite and swallowing before he answered. “It’s not a good time, miss. I’m having my lunch, and it’s not good for the gut to eat and talk at the same time.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Try back another time.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. You do your digesting.” She got to her feet clumsily, managing to sweep a hand in the right direction to knock his bag of chips onto the floor. “Oopsie. Look what I did. So sorry about that.”

Burns leaned over to retrieve the chips, his face reddening almost instantly as his ample paunch interfered with the proper workings of the diaphragm. He swiped at the bag like a bear at a log covered in honey.

Paige deftly dripped some potion into the man’s plastic cup and then stuck her hands, one with the vial in it, in her jeans pockets.

When Wally finally straightened up, put the chips on the desk, and sat breathing heavily, Paige swiped a chip and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm. These are great,” she said around it. “Salty, though. Makes me thirsty.” She wiped her hands on her pants. “I’ll do what you said and come back later.

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