Murder on the Ballot by Elizabeth Spann Craig

Author:Elizabeth Spann Craig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery cats, cozy senior sleuth, cozy small town, cozy mystery with cats, humorous cozy, southern cozy mystery
Publisher: Elizabeth Spann Craig
Published: 2020-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Tippy sailed over, glancing at Myrtle with concern. “Is everything all right? You’re feeling all right? You’re not eating any of the food.” Tippy frowned thoughtfully at her carefully-arranged buffet of hors d’oeuvres as though analyzing whether something might be wrong with them.

“Everything is not fine,” said Myrtle firmly. “We’re facing a crisis in this town. I think you might be the only person to stop it.”

Now Tippy looked alarmed. And somewhat worried, as if Myrtle might have suffered a small stroke when she entered Tippy’s gracious home. “Whatever do you mean, Myrtle?”

“I mean that Royce Rollins is now dead, which clearly eliminates him from winning the town council seat. I’ve decided that perhaps the political life isn’t for me.” Myrtle decided not to say that she’d only entered the race to stir things up and scold the people who were in office. “But the problem is, if I drop out, the only candidate remaining is Erma.”

They both looked across the room at Erma who was currently giving her braying laugh at something Erma herself had said to her companion.

“I see the predicament.” Tippy pressed her lips together. “So you want me to persuade Benton to step into the race.”

Myrtle scowled at this. She surely did not want Benton Chambers, Tippy’s esteemed husband, to be on the ballot. She didn’t think very much of him and his numerous affairs. Besides, he’d been a local politician for ages and nothing had improved. “Absolutely not. I want you, Tippy, to run.”

Now Tippy really did look as if she thought Myrtle had suffered a small stroke. “Me? Why on earth would you want me to be on the town council, Myrtle?”

They were running out of time. The speaker was being herded to the small lectern by one of the officers of garden club. To Myrtle, Tippy was being deliberately obtuse. She snapped, “Because you’re right for the job! You won’t broker any foolishness on the town council. You’ll make improvements. You’re incredibly organized. You know everyone in this town. You’d be a natural, Tippy. Besides, I think it’s your civic duty.”

Myrtle knew that was the key that would end up making Tippy run. If there was one thing she had in spades, it was civic duty.

Tippy straightened a little. She already had excellent posture, so this straightening seemed to stretch her out to impossible heights.

Suddenly, Tippy and Myrtle were both clutched by a gasping woman. Myrtle turned to see Blanche Clark there. Blanche was, as usual, fashionably attired and beautifully made-up. “I just overheard what y’all were talking about. I’m just so excited. Why didn’t I ever think about this before? Tippy, you’ll make the perfect candidate.” She paused, giving Myrtle an apologetic look. “Not that you weren’t the perfect candidate, Myrtle.”

Myrtle shrugged. “I was simply trying to restore peace and some order to the craziness of town council. And then there was a murder there. But I do believe Tippy can get everyone over there behaving themselves again. As a matter

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