Murder at the Wizard-Hero Con by Sandi Scott

Author:Sandi Scott [Scott, Sandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gratice Press
Published: 2019-07-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

As they neared the Nuclear Wolf booth, Georgie saw Tabitha having a heated discussion with Dell, Cole Ness’s assistant. “Go inch your way over there and eavesdrop on what they are saying,” she instructed Aleta.

“What? Why me?”

“Because they know what I look like. I talked to Tabitha this morning and Dell yesterday. They’ll think you are just lost because you are wearing L.L. Bean instead of a costume. Go on.” Georgie nudged her.

“What am I going to say if they ask me what I’m doing?”

“Just start sobbing,” Georgie said. “Wail, beat your chest, whatever you think would make you look like a grieving fan.”

“That’s brilliant.” Aleta snickered as she slowly left Georgie’s side. “Watch your back.”

Aleta was right. Georgie looked around nervously hoping not to see Maggie again. But as luck would have it, as soon as she looked to her left, she saw the bearded man. He was loitering around a display while nervously looking over to Dell and Tabitha. Did he know them? Was he waiting for a chance to talk to one of them? Both of them? Neither of them?

Just to get out of view of Dell and Tabitha, Georgie casually approached the bearded man. His face was doughy, and his eyes skirted the Nuclear Wolf display nervously.

“It’s such a shame, isn’t it?” Georgie interrupted his train of thought. He looked down at her and gave an awkward half-smile. “You were at the mixer last night. That was you, right?”

The bearded man took a deep breath, swelling his chest and shifting from one foot to the other.

“Yup. That was me,” he said proudly looking at Georgie as if he were expecting an argument.

“Georgie Kaye,” Georgie said extending her hand.

“Malcolm Heady,” he proudly replied like he was saying Ernest Hemmingway or D. H. Lawrence.

“Malcolm, what did you mean when you said Cole was a thief?”

“I don’t know what your definition of thief is. In my book, it is someone who steals something that belongs to another person,” he said quickly and eagerly. Georgie realized that this man was not afraid to talk.

“Did he steal something from you?” she asked, trying to look sympathetic. Malcolm let out a snarky chuckle and rolled his eyes before taking a step closer to Georgie.

“I was an intern with him. Actually, I was nothing more than the guy that he whined to about how hard the graphic novel business was. As if I didn’t know. Every once in a while, I got to see what he did in his studio. Usually he was playing video games on his phone, but sometimes he’d sketch doodles or concepts.”

“How did he manage to see what you were creating?” Georgie asked.

“Well, one day we were waiting for a phone call about a loan he’d taken out to keep his house.” Malcolm smirked again. “The guy didn’t know how to handle money. So, we were at his studio, and he was playing his video games on his phone while waiting. I just started to sketch the character I was kicking around in my head.

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