Murder on Saint Patrick's Day by P. Creeden

Author:P. Creeden [Creeden, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: small town mystery, cozy mystery
Publisher: AltWit Press
Published: 2018-03-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

“Let me get this straight,” the sheriff said after getting the two band members to calm down. “If these two knew about the solo record deal Kellum was about to sign, they’d have motive for murder.”

“I didn’t murder anyone!” Jack, the drummer yelled.

The guitarist shook his head, his eyes wide. “Neither did I. We started this band in high school. Kellum was our best friend. I don’t believe it. He’d never do that to us.”

Monique sobbed, her arms wrapped around her chest. “Will, I’m so sorry. He was supposed to tell you tonight after the concert. He said he didn’t want to ruin your favorite holiday together. He said it was better if you all went out partying for a while afterward, and then he’d tell you.”

Will’s hands fisted, and he punched the table hard with a scream. “I can’t believe this!”

The drummer, Jack, stepped back and sat down hard on the chair behind him. His eyes were wide, tears brimming in them.

“Three out of four of you have a motive for murder, if you’d discovered the victim’s betrayal, even if you deny knowing it now. But one of you didn’t have the opportunity,” the sheriff said, gesturing toward Chris before turning toward the manager of the café. “That leaves you. You also had the opportunity to murder the victim. Please state your name and your relationship with him.”

Everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the manager who suddenly stood taller. His gaze darted around the room like a squirrel, in the middle of the street, trying to decide which way to run. “Uh, I’m Drew Daniels, the manager here at this café. I’ve known the band, Irish, since the beginning, which is why they play here every Saint Patrick’s Day. I often go out with the guys to party afterward. I don’t have a motive for murder.”

Jack laughed without mirth. “Yeah, right. Kellum only stole your girlfriend. Isn’t that right Monique?”

Monique’s face paled. “That was months ago.”

Chris laughed too. “Drew’s far from over you though. He still talks about you like you’re coming back to him.”

Sweat beaded on Drew’s forehead. “That... that’s not true.”

Monique shook her head. “There’s no way.”

“Didn’t you change your phone number, so he’d leave you alone?” Will, the guitarist, asked.

Slowly, Monique nodded. “But he apologized to me earlier, before the concert, and asked that we could all be friends still.”

“That’s true!” Drew said, suddenly pointing toward Monique.

Emma frowned. “That could have been just an attempt to take away his motive before committing the murder. It’s possible that the murder weapon was an icepick, Dad. And you sent him to the kitchen before you began questioning. He could have disposed of the murder weapon there!”

The sheriff shot a look at Colby, who nodded in return and headed for the kitchen.

“This is ridiculous. I did no such thing. Chris, you were with me. Did you see an icepick?” Drew pleaded. The angry man across the table continued to glare.

“I didn’t see an icepick.”

“There you go!” Drew answered and sat back with his arms crossed.

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