Mistletoe, Murder and Mayhem (Melting Pot Cafe Book 4) by Polly Holmes

Author:Polly Holmes [Holmes, Polly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Gumnut Press
Published: 2021-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

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he snow squelched and squeaked underfoot as we headed back to Trixie’s place. “That is good news. We can cross Ginger off the suspect list. She was at work the time of the murder dealing with what sounded like a major disaster.”

“Yeah, but what about break time?” Trixie asked. “She could have taken some breaks. She’s quick and to the point so if she did kill Butters, she wouldn’t have wasted time in doing the deed.”

“It’s possible, but if I’m honest, it really didn’t sound like she was able to get away. I’m not even sure she took a break, but we could ask around a bit more I guess, just to be on the safe side and according to Ginger, the only reason she and Butters were together yesterday was because he wanted to throw you a surprise party and wanted her help.”

“What?” Trixie stopped. “He was throwing me a surprise party?”

I nodded and my chest tightened as tears pricked her eyes. “Sounds like he was a pretty cool elf. The best thing we can do to honour his memory is find the list and bring his murderer to justice.”

She sniffed back her tears and stiffened her jaw. “You got that right. Thank you for being here and helping me.”

Walking into Trixie’s place, we were confronted with a chaotic upturned mess and a frantic Hope rushing around picking up scattered cushions and righting chairs. My chest seized and nausea welled in the base of my stomach. Someone had messed up Trixie’s house, on purpose.

I’m guessing they were looking for the list.

“Goodness me, what on earth happened here?” Trixie asked, her eyes wide and her hand flat to her forehead as she scanned the messy room.

“Thank goodness you’re back,” Hope said, rushing over and throwing her arms around her best friend. “I came over to tell you my news, and I found the place like this, all messed up. Who would do such a thing?”

“I expect whoever is after the list,” Harriet muttered, picking up turned over lamps and shutting open drawers in the kitchen. “They’re obviously getting desperate to break in and ransack the place.”

“Oh, they didn’t break in. The door wasn’t locked,” Hope said, looking blankly at Harriet.

“What?” Harriet and I said in unison. Harriet paused by one of the open draws in the kitchen.

Hope continued, her words escaping with a slight tremble. “We’ve never had a need to lock our houses in Santa’s Village. Santa always believed in trust. He said if you can’t trust a fellow elf, who can you trust?” Hope’s complexion faded until all that was visible was a pale pink tinge at the top of her cheekbones. “I’m worried about you, Trixie. You must lock your door until this nightmare is over.”

Trixie nodded and opened her mouth to speak but it was cut short by Harriet’s intriguing tone.

“Evelyn, I think you need to see this,” Harriet said, staring at the contents of an open draw.

“What is it?” I asked.

“No,” Trixie blurted bolting towards Harriet and slamming the draw shut.

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