Mistaken Identity Murder by Leslie Langtry

Author:Leslie Langtry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: woman sleuth, cozy mystery, dark humor, animal mystery
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Oblivious to the widow on the floor, who was now collecting a crowd of staff members, Eddie threw her napkin on the table and ran out the door. Carlson sat there blinking at the door as if he was surprised she'd had that reaction. I was torn between following Eddie or Carlson.

In the end, I decided Eddie was most likely returning to the office and I didn't know enough about Carlson, which made following him the larger priority. I waited until he paid his bill and left before tossing a lot of money on the table and following him outside.

Kurt was speaking to Nigel, who was sitting on a mailbox eyeing him suspiciously, in a British accent. I ignored him and started following Carlson. Trailing him would be much easier since he had no idea who I was. Although, if he was the killer, he did know who I was and had framed me. Maybe the baseball cap would help. That, or I should've stripped the widow of her hat, sunglasses, and wig. But it was too late now because the new suspect was on the move.

Carlson walked with more purpose than Eddie had, displaying a rudimentary knowledge of the downtown area. He barely glanced in any of the windows as he strolled along a little too confidently for a paper clip expert.

Why was he meeting with Eddie? Was it relevant to the case, or was he hoping to insure his paper clip collection with Tall Corn State Insurance? And why would Ellie be there? Finding proof of her late husband's infidelity at this late stage would be pointless. It had to be because she thought Eddie was the killer. Did that rule Ellie out? Absolutely not. Killers behaved in weird ways. Who knew what she was thinking?

I felt a little bad about leaving her on the floor next to the bar, but the staff had crowded around her and an ambulance zoomed past me, so she was probably fine.

Carlson took a turn off Main Street, heading into a secondary business district, where there were a couple of taverns, a T-shirt shop, and a craft store. I hung back a little because there was no traffic on this street and I'd probably be noticed if he turned around.

But the young man was too engrossed in his own thoughts, barely noticing a car before it grazed him and knocked him down. I ran over to him as the driver got out of the car.

"Ohmygoshishealright?" an elderly woman shrieked.

"I think my arm is broken," Carlson said as he sat on the pavement.

"Anything else broken?" I asked him.

The young man appeared to be in shock but shook his head. I helped him move to the curb and called for an ambulance, only to be told, unnecessarily, that it was already there and would drive around the block presently.

The elderly woman got back into her car and parked it, staying inside for the police to arrive. Which they did, five minutes later.

"It's going to be okay," I said to Carlson quickly.

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