Psycho in Paradise (Florida Keys Mystery Series Book 15) by Deborah Brown

Author:Deborah Brown [Brown, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

The next morning, Fab insisted on meeting at her office. Halfway there, I realized I’d left my purse sitting on a chair at Creole’s and had to turn around. When I turned onto his private road, it surprised me to see a white Lexus slowly cruising the street. I eased off the gas, coasting until the car made the curve out of sight.

That was a first. There were only four houses on the street, including the home at the opposite end that had caught Fab’s interest. I suspected all were second homes, as I’d never seen another car on the road or anyone using the beach. Oftentimes, Creole and I had joked about having our own private beach. The “no parking” signs discouraged anyone who detoured off the highway wanting an isolated place to swim.

All the houses had garages, and Creole had paved parking for two in the front. I pulled in haphazardly, knowing I’d be right back out, and had barely gotten inside the house when my phone rang, Mac’s smiling face popping up.

“What’s up?” I asked, sitting down on the couch.

“You know how you’re always grouching about wanting to be the first to know when stuff happens?”

“I object to grouching.”

Mac snorted. “Here’s your headline for the day—Crum’s first exercise class is today. All the female guests signed up, and a couple of women from the neighborhood wandered in.”

Exercise class? All women? How many of those so-called exercisers turned out to be ex-lovers would be the determiner for whether the cops got called. “Anything you’re forgetting?” I leaned my head back against the couch.

“Damn it. Miss January is out cruising the driveway, bottle in hand. Last time she fell. Nobody around here listens. Heeey,” she yelled and disconnected.

“Just great,” I said to no one. Today was turning out to be a twofer for trouble—both Miss January and Crum running amuck. Change of plans. I’d need to stop by The Cottages and… do what? Be the mean one. Order the two back inside their cottages and tell them to stay there until tomorrow under threat of eviction? My luck, Miss January would burst into tears, and Crum would favor me with one of his patented condescending stares.

The doorbell rang, which snapped my attention to the door. It wasn’t Fab— she’d have picked the gate lock and kicked the bottom of the door to announce her arrival. That had been her compromise for not picking the entry lock and announcing herself as she walked in. “At least you’ll know it’s me,” she told Creole. Knowing he wanted to strangle her, I had looked down at the floor to mask my laugh.

My hand sought out the remote, and I flicked on the television, bringing up the security screen. The Lexus was back—parked in the middle of the street. A fiftyish fellow stood out front in dress pants and a shirt. He rang again.

I got up and crossed to the security pad, hitting the speaker button. “Can I help you?”

“You the owner?”

“What

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