Mixing Up Murder by Emmie Lyn

Author:Emmie Lyn [Lyn, Emmie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweet Promise Press
Published: 2019-08-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

While Rose wrapped up her conversation with AJ, I spotted Ava Fontaine standing on the sidewalk. A medium tall, dark-haired man stood next to her glowering to let anyone who was interested know he wasn’t pleased with something or other. Since he had wrapped his hand possessively around Ava’s waist, I had to assume he was her husband, Marty.

Not wanting to miss this opportunity to get information, I raised my hand and waved as if I’d just seen a long-lost friend. “Yoo-hoo. Ava!”

Her partner, dressed in madras shorts, white golf shirt, boat shoes without socks, and reflective sun glasses, leaned close to her ear and must have whispered something because her face took on a pinched expression. He was probably wondering who the heck Ava’s new friend was. I marched in their direction anyway, determined to corner them like a fly in a spider web. Pip squirmed, forcing me to let her down before she leaped from my arms, risking a broken bone. I pretended I’d forgotten Pip’s dislike of the crazy yoga-lady.

She darted straight for Ava’s ankles. The woman shrieked like a two-year-old and jumped behind her partner. To his credit, he crouched down to intercept Pip, who fell for this friendly gesture.

Traitor, I thought. I decided I’d given Pip too much credit in the character analysis department.

“Ava, I’m so glad to bump into you again. Remember me? We met on the beach this morning?”

I knew there was no chance in a million that she forgot meeting Pip and me, but, whatever, I could play the game to get what I wanted. “And this must be your handsome husband, Marty.” I held my hand out after he stood up with Pip in his arms happily licking his chin.

Ava gave Pip a look that could kill. “That’s disgusting, Marty. Put that dog down. She almost killed me this morning.”

Marty was fighting off Pip’s attention with head bobs and a big smile. “Oh, come on, Ava. This little thing couldn’t hurt a flea.” Marty quickly shook my hand then positioned Pip so they were eye to eye and said in the sing-song way people talk to animals, “You’re too cute for your own good. Ready to go back to your mom?”

Pip wagged enthusiastically, always a sucker for a kind word. I wasn’t convinced she’d gauged this guy correctly, though.

“We were looking for a place to eat. Why is the diner closed?” Marty asked.

Ava broke in, speaking to her husband as though he were a disobedient child. “I told you, Marty. That real estate guy was murdered.”

“Here?”

Ava cast her eyes so high I thought they might get stuck under her brows. Was this a new yoga exercise? “You never listen to me. I told you someone killed him at the Little Dog Diner.” She pointed to my pride and joy. “That place, which doesn’t look like it serves edible food anyway. Let’s go, Marty.”

Okay … I was ready to take my gloves off when she insulted the Little Dog Diner food—mine and Lily’s food—food that the locals all loved.

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