Murder and a Cosmopolitan by Elizabeth Clover

Author:Elizabeth Clover [Clover, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Clover Publishing
Published: 2024-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

MONDAY

2:07 pm

I headed back to Sunrise Campsite, making sure to wear some old boots this time. My black canvas shoes I had worn last time took me forever to get the dirt off of.

I waved to a woman watering a pot of succulents. “Hi Dove!” I called out.

She looked up. For such a simple task, Dove was decked out to the nines. She wore elbow-length vinyl gloves, a large sunhat, and overalls that I bet cost more than I made in a week.

“Hey there,” she said softly.

“I wanted to ask you about Angel Ramos, who is staying at the campsite right now.”

She frowned, and only the faintest frown lines appeared on her forehead. She either had the best genes in the world, a killer face routine, or help from some other source. It was probably all three. Her skin had a glow to it that I could only dream of having.

“That name still doesn’t sound familiar.” She held up a finger. “Let me check.”

Dove pulled off her gloves, in a way that she never touched the exterior of them with her skin, and we went into the office. She logged onto her computer and started searching.

The office was minimally decorated. It was efficient, but stylish. I had a hunch the large framed paintings of foliage and wildlife were Dove’s doing. There was even a handwritten guestbook that guests had signed their names in. I sat on the wooden chair before her desk and waited.

“I don’t have an Angel Ramos staying here,” she finally said. “Look, I probably shouldn’t even be telling you this. My grandmother would have a fit if I gave out the wrong information to the wrong person.” She gently frowned again. “But if there’s someone staying here who isn’t supposed to be, I need to know.”

“I saw him bringing out laundry the day of the sendoff.”

“Are you sure he’s staying here? And he’s not a laundry pickup carrier?”

“I guess he could be. It just didn’t seem like it. Angel came out from inside the RV and locked the door on his way out.”

Dove stood up, locking her computer screen. “Can you show me which RV it was?”

We went to the RV I saw Angel holding laundry at, and Dove sighed when she saw which one it was.

“I know who’s staying there. It’s a couple who probably bartered for your guy to do their laundry or something. They’re constantly wheeling and dealing with other people here, and to be honest, I’ve received a few complaints about it.”

“It’s not helpful kind of stuff, then?”

“They expect too much without giving back. They don’t have many services they can offer, but they want the world handed to them on a silver platter—but even if it was, they would still have complaints.

“Honestly, I think they’re used to a much more lavish lifestyle and don’t know how to adjust to a bare-bones one. Speaking as someone who kind of went through a similar situation recently, I don’t get why they are so adamant at not adapting.

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