Midnight Snacks are Murder by Libby Klein

Author:Libby Klein
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

I lay awake all night from revenge of the funnel cake. I’m over forty years old. I shouldn’t be bossed around by pastry. And yet, I still let myself be lured by the siren call of powdered sugar. Figaro sensed my pain, didn’t give a flip, lay on my stomach all night and rode out every wave of my discomfort with indifference.

Now I was dealing with day-after shame and eater’s remorse. Determined not to spiral into a forbidden snack binge, I promised myself to get right back on the Paleo Diet Wagon . . . or at least the Caveman Wheel. Whatever applies.

I crawled out of bed and did my yoga flow while thinking about the past forty-eight hours.

Brody Brandt—hero, humanitarian, possible pervert, maybe drug addict, alleged embezzler. Love him or hate him, no one was on the fence.

I put myself together as best I could and headed downstairs. Aunt Ginny was flitting about the kitchen making a fruit salad. Smitty sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee and looking at a hardware store circular. They were far too relaxed.

“Where is Georgina?”

Smitty smiled wide. “Haven’t seen the nut job.”

I poured myself a cup and started to sit down just as the doorbell rang. “I’ll go get it.”

I spied two orange eyes peering out from the midst of a wandering Jew plant on the entry table.

That’s not gonna end well.

The doorbell rang again before I could reach for the handle.

Good Lord, what’s the rush?

Officer Amber stood in my doorway wearing her official police uniform. Her cruiser was parked in the driveway. I found myself choking back an egg of terror that hatched in my throat. “What do you want now?”

“McAllister. Is your aunt home?”

Aunt Ginny came down the hall drying her hands on her apron. “What is it?”

Amber stepped into the foyer. “Good morning, Mrs. Frankowski. I need to ask you a few follow-up questions. Could you come with me down to the station?”

“Am I being arrested?”

“No, this is just to go over your testimony again.”

“Do I have to come right now? I have something on the stove.”

The stove we don’t have? I hoped Amber wouldn’t come to the kitchen to check.

“Yes, I really need you to come right now.”

Aunt Ginny began to wring her hands. “I have medicine I have to take in a couple of hours. You know I’m not well.”

“It shouldn’t take too long. I just have a few questions.”

Aunt Ginny wrapped her arms around herself and started to sway back and forth. “Dear Jesus, give me strength. I don’t think I can make it through this attack of the enemy!”

Amber leaned away from Aunt Ginny and eyed her curiously. “It’s not really that serious, not yet.”

I butted in, like I do. “If she isn’t under arrest, why does she have to come to the station? Why can’t you ask her your questions here?”

Aunt Ginny started to howl like she was in pain. Figaro dropped low to the floor and moaned.

Amber’s eyes dilated and she took a step backwards.

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