Star Spangled Killer by Summer Prescott

Author:Summer Prescott [Prescott, Summer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy, Foodie
Goodreads: 35494498
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2017-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Angel Tucker saw the official-looking paper on the door of Cupcakes in Paradise and leaned closer to read it.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” she heard Missy’s voice from behind her.

“I just saw the notice,” Angel pointed to the paper in the window. “I’m so sorry.”

“Well, it’s temporary, I hope.” Missy sighed. “Just a misunderstanding with the health department, so I’m afraid I won’t have any cupcakes to donate for a while.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, but… umm… that’s actually not why I’m here. I was hoping that you might be hiring,” Angel confessed.

“Really? I thought you were working at the Refuge.”

“I was. I hated to leave, but some things happening there really made me question whether it was a healthy environment for me to be in,” the young woman shook her head sadly.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You know the vice mayor, the guy who died?”

“I knew him vaguely. We attended some of the same events,” Missy was intrigued.

“Well, for some reason, Maria Rossman, my boss at the Refuge, hated him. She used to say how he was arrogant and didn’t deserve his title, stuff like that. The night before he died, I heard her on the phone, and she was shouting and saying some not-so-very-nice things. After she left to go to dinner, I checked the caller ID and saw that she was talking to Dallas Puxton.”

“The night before he died?” Missy clarified.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to cause any problems, but I knew I couldn’t stay there with everything that kept happening,” Angel looked sad and uncomfortable.

“There’s more?” Missy’s eyes went wide.

“Definitely. A week before the vice mayor died, a homeless guy named Ricky died too. Maria told me to have Feldman’s Funeral Home pick up the body, rather than Memorial, because she said they’d ask fewer questions,” she explained.

“Do you think she…?” Missy couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I don’t know. But the thought certainly crossed my mind, and I knew that I couldn’t stay there anymore. So here I am,” the young woman shrugged.

“Well, we’ll be opened back up in a few days, hopefully, and when we do, I actually could use a delivery driver.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t have a license. Driving is just something I’ve never learned to do,” Angel seemed embarrassed.

“Oh, okay. Well, maybe you could mind the counter while I make deliveries. You’re certainly accustomed to dealing with the public. I would think taking care of the cash register would be…”

“A piece of cake?” Angel grinned.

“Exactly,” Missy laughed, taking her phone out of her purse. “What’s your number? I’ll put it in my contacts and call you when we’re open again,” she looked at the young woman expectantly.

“This is really embarrassing, but… the shelter didn’t actually pay me enough for me to afford a phone,” Angel’s face flushed.

“Oh, honey, don’t be embarrassed. You were doing important work. How about I just jot down my number and you can call me to check in periodically?”

“That’s perfect, thanks for being so understanding. Oh, and I’d really appreciate it if we could keep the stuff I said about Maria just between us.

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