Murder Goes to the Dogs by Deb Baker

Author:Deb Baker [Baker, Deb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, friends, michigan, family relationships, fun book, yooper
Publisher: Deb Baker
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Joe Oja was stalking me at the gun show!” Kitty was smoking hot mad. “The more I think about it, the more ticked off I get. Of all the nerve! It he wasn’t dead, I’d kill him.”

I’d gone straight home to dose myself with pain meds, get an ice pack on my head, and take a rest on the sofa. Fred and Pebbles were gnawing on beef bones on the floor beside me. Now, I was talking on the phone—a three-way.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kitty called out, and I could tell she wasn’t talking to me. “I’ll take your drink order in a minute. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“You’re working,” I said, suddenly remembering. “We can talk later.”

“It’s slow. I have time. This guy has had too many anyway.”

“Where are you, Cora Mae?” I said into the phone. At this point, I hadn’t got to the bus part of the story nor had I presented my new theory. Or the fact that my face had been rearranged. It was looking worse by the minute.

“I’m sitting at the bar at Herb’s,” Cora Mae answered.

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t you Joe was after, Kitty,” I said, weighing in.

“Sure he was, because I’m a dangerous woman.”

I wasn’t about to argue with her. Of the three of us, she could do the most damage. At least, from my point of view.

I related the conversation with Ray, told them how Joe was investigating what could only be the Trouble Busters. “When I went into the forest for Pearl’s first missing shoe,” I said. “I came close to finding the meth dump. I’m positive a drone flew over. I didn’t see it, but I heard it. At the time, I hardly noticed. The meth lab operator was flying that drone and must have thought I was searching for the dump. So Joe was sent to keep an eye on me, find out what I knew and keep track of my movements.”

Kitty stated the obvious flaw in the theory. “So why is Joe dead? Shouldn’t you be dead? You haven’t taken any bullets.” She sounded disappointed, like I still hadn’t paid my dues.

I didn’t have an answer. “I’m going to need some pancake makeup, Cora Mae,” I said instead. “It can wait until morning, though.”

“Nobody wears pancake makeup anymore,” she said. “Except for theater. It’s too thick. If you want to start wearing makeup, foundation is the way to go—it’s nice and light.”

“Do you own pancake makeup?”

“I might have some in a drawer someplace.”

“I’m really going to need it.”

Cora Mae sighed. “Fine. Don’t listen to me. What would I know? I’m just a hot ticket with lots of admirers.”

I went on to relate the bus shoving episode. “And to top it off, Ralph and Paula are alibiing each other out,” I finished.

“Convenient,” Kitty added.

It wasn’t even five o’clock yet. Still time to do some sleuthing. After this latest so-called accident, I thought we had better move fast. “Let’s keep digging for answers. Is Squeaky’s office closed for the day?”

Squeaky Javis operated the Stonely Insurance Agency from a store front next to the Deer Horn Restaurant.

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