Slash in the Pan (Baker Street Cozy Mysteries Book 5) by CeeCee James

Author:CeeCee James [James, CeeCee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I took my cocoa and phone over to my couch that I’d gotten as a hand-me-down from Cecelia. The cushions were already broken in and cozy. I sipped as my fingers typed up Devon Walters. So where was that picture of the woman? They wouldn’t have taken his page down because he died, would they? I scrolled through the images in a panic. Who would do that? Relief flooded me when I found them again.

Hmmm, she was a dark brunette. I clicked the photo and zoomed in on her face, trying to match it to the one I’d seen in the bar. The light had been horrible in there, and I couldn’t be sure it was the same woman.

Sometimes eyes couldn’t be depended on.

As I stared at the photo, I remembered Daisy saying something like that to Gertie. That’s right! Gertie had mentioned she’d seen a woman at the house where Devon had been murdered.

I gasped and mentally kicked myself for not following through with questions at the time. Why had I let them change the subject?

Because the two women were arguing, I reminded myself. And one of them still scares you.

I took another sip, mulling the warm cocoa over my tongue. Sounds like a visit to Gertie’s was in order. I hoped she’d be as accommodating as Daisy was.

After checking my phone—still no more texts—I took the empty mug into the kitchen. Tonight was kind of a bust, but maybe I could get some painting done.

I lifted canvas and set it on the easel. This was going to be my biggest painting yet. I got out my brushes and tried not to hyperventilate at all the white space. I was used to small 5x7’s. This was going to be a challenge.

First I laid down a layer of white paint. I liked to mix my colors into it rather than go straight onto the canvas board. I painted the horizon with sweeping strokes and then grabbed my thinner brush to line the mountain range.

I then grabbed my phone to check it for the millionth time, the end of the paintbrush finding its way into my mouth. Nothing. Groaning, I rinsed my brushes and put away my paint. Honestly, I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I just needed to go to bed. Hopefully, tomorrow would bring some answers I really needed.

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