Murder by Chocolate by Rosie A Point

Author:Rosie A Point [Point, Rosie A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

11

The following morning was bright with watery sunshine. I’d gone for an early morning walk on the beach, feeling slightly lost now that I didn’t have a truck to wake up to. As I made my way back up to the guesthouse, my cheeks cold from the wind, and my hair stiff from the salty air, I yawned.

Shoot, I’d gotten hardly any sleep last night. How was I meant to when my room had been broken into, and when the lead detective investigating a murder case happened to hate my guts? Or he believed that I’d poisoned the victim.

I came up the front steps of the guesthouse and sat on the porch swinging seat outside, watching the street and the empty space where I’d parked my truck.

This was ridiculous.

I had to get it back. I had done nothing wrong.

“Why hasn’t he taken me in for questioning yet?” I muttered.

The screen door creaked, and Bee emerged, pretty in a pink knit sweater and a pair of jeans and sneakers. “Who hasn’t?”

“Oh, good morning.” I shook my head. “I was just thinking about that detective.”

Bee let out a low growl.

“If he really thinks I had anything to do with the murder, why hasn’t he brought me in for questioning yet? It’s strange.”

“There are a lot of things that he does that are strange,” Bee said, leaning against the wooden balustrade. “Let’s just say, I’ve had my fair share of experience with law enforcement, and the way he’s been behaving has been unorthodox.”

“Were you a police officer?” I asked.

“Not quite,” Bee replied. “But I can see your investigative journalistic habits are operating at peak capacity.”

“I can’t help myself. I was up half the night trying to work out who killed Owen and what the next steps are.” I’d thought I’d put mysteries behind me when I’d bought the food truck—it had always been my dream to travel, to go on adventures and to avoid settling in one place for long, all while baking to my heart’s content.

Bee looked out at the ocean, wriggling her lips from one side to the other. “We need another lead,” she said, at last. “My best guess is the truth lies in the details. Someone was clearly threatening Owen, and the only person we know who’s had an actual ‘fight’ with him is Miller, the chef from the Lobster Shack. Perhaps, we’d better pay him another visit.”

“Or the uncle.”

“Owen’s uncle?” Bee asked.

“Yes. I bet he’ll know who would have wanted Owen dead.”

“You mean apart from everyone who hated him in town?”

I laughed. “Apart from them, yes.”

We went back into the guesthouse and grabbed two more cups of coffee to go, right from Sam’s machine with her handy Styrofoam cups and lids next to it, then headed out the door. The long walk down the street toward the pier refreshed me.

I loved walking, and even though this wasn’t exactly how I’d planned to spend my time in Carmel Springs, it was nice nevertheless, to get some exercise. Working on

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