Plaid and Fore! and Murder by Patti Larsen

Author:Patti Larsen [Larsen, Patti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Patti Larsen Books/Mayhem and Murder Ink
Published: 2018-10-29T23:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Eighteen

Before I could even ask her a question, Petra spoke to me. “I thought you ran the bed and breakfast?” She seemed irritated, agitated as I struggled against the condescending tone in her voice and did my best not to match her grump for grump.

“Just helping out,” I said, turning a little so the afternoon sunshine didn’t blind me. Petra automatically moved with me, the badge around her neck identifying her as a sponsor. For Blackstone? No, wait. She worked for a company called GoGolf. Could they be tied to Blackstone? Now I was just getting paranoid. “You sponsored Jack Nethersole, right?”

She grunted at me, an almost feral sound, frown digging deep lines into her otherwise smooth complexion. Petra might have been close to my age but she was going to regret her facial expressions down the road if she wasn’t careful. Right, because I didn’t wear how I was feeling all over my own face.

“I did.” Petra paused, shrugged. “His was a minor deal, but I still have to answer for it.”

I nodded, ducked a bit out of the way as one of the pros slipped past me into the marshal’s tent to register his score. “Will this be a big blow, then? Can you recoup his contract payout?”

Petra’s lips twitched and not in happiness. “I just signed him for another year, last night of all times.” She sounded like his death was the most inconvenient thing she’d ever had to endure. Just before she stiffened, staring hard at me while I did my best to look innocent. “I had no reason to kill him.”

That much was obvious if what she said was true, though there were a variety of reasons to commit murder, many of which had nothing to do with money. Still, I believed her and her blunt admission, of only because it was about as coldhearted as I could have imagined anyone could be about another person’s passing.

“Any guesses as to who would want him dead?” She knew I was fishing, so I might as well be up front about it.

Petra wasn’t playing the game I was offering, though. “I have no idea,” she said, a bit more sharply than was necessary, before turning on her wedge sandal and walking away. She didn’t have Vivian’s grace, despite the fact her high heel was protected from digging into the grass and she wobbled slightly as she went while I frowned after her.

“She used to sponsor me, you know.”

I turned with a tiny squeak of anxious fright, realizing I was still on edge from finding Nethersole’s body, to find Gavin Maloney standing next to me, that permanent look of hungry resentment doing nothing to increase his attractiveness. I felt oily just from our proximity but held off my departure out of—you guessed it, didn’t you?—curiosity.

“Really?” I left that open ended, though the clearly unhappy teaching pro didn’t seem to need any encouragement to continue his complaining streak.

“I was her first contract,” he said, chest puffing out a

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