Strike Out 4 Murder by J.C. Eaton

Author:J.C. Eaton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: amateur sleuth, women sleuths, mothers and daughters, dog mystery, retirement community, small town arizona
Publisher: Beyond the Page Publishing

Chapter 25

My aunt glanced my way and I motioned for her to return to our table. Poor Lyndy, she was a fly in Paul’s spider-web. Just then, I heard Marshall’s voice. It all but boomed across the bar. “Paul! I thought that was you!”

Marshall got up from his seat near Lyman and hurried over to Paul. I wasn’t sure if my husband’s voice was loud due to the bar chatter or because he wanted me to know what he was up to. “Are those new photos of your latest catches? Let me have a look.”

Before Paul could respond, Marshall wedged himself between Lyndy and Paul, feigning interest in whatever snapshots Paul had taken.

“Hopefully Marshall will keep Paul occupied long enough for Lyndy to get Lyman to open up,” I said to my aunt.

She cocked her head toward the bar and then shook it. “I don’t think so. He keeps shoving those photos in front of your friend.” And then, without warning, Paul got up from his seat and raced out the door. I grabbed my phone and texted Marshall—Did U insult him or what?

Marshall pointed to the entranceway and texted back. No, I complimented his latest catch and he flew out of here.

Since Marshall and I weren’t conversant with texting lingo, by the time I received his text, it was too late. Paul rushed back into the bar with a green five-gallon pail and set it on the floor between Marshall and Lyndy.

“Oh, holy crap!” I exclaimed to my aunt. “The photos weren’t enough. He had to bring in the damn fish.”

Next thing I knew, Lyndy shrieked, “Ew!” and as she stood, her drink fell directly into Lyman’s lap. I closed my eyes and wished the night would end.

“This is a disaster,” I said. “A complete and total disaster.”

My aunt stood, walked a few steps toward the bar, and returned to our table. “Not as bad as you think. See for yourself. Lyndy handed him a cocktail napkin.”

“A cocktail napkin? Heck of a lot of good that’s going to do. Wait a sec. The bartender’s handing Lyman a towel.”

Meanwhile, Marshall did his best to keep Paul focused on the prize catch in the green pail.

“We’ve got to get Paul and his fish out of here,” I said, “or Lyndy won’t have a chance to get information out of Lyman.”

My aunt adjusted one of her earrings. “Hmm, seems like the only one leaving is Lyman. “Wait! He’s motioning for Lyndy. They’re moving over to that table near the popcorn machine. I’ll be darned. I knew my coaching skills were good, but this far surpasses anything I could have imagined.”

“Do you have any talent in getting someone to disappear? If I’m not mistaken, Paul slapped a huge fish on the bar. Oh, no! Now he’s holding it up and waving it around for everyone to see.”

“At least Lyndy’s no longer seated next to him. Maybe Marshall can get him to put the fish back in the bucket before—”

But it was too late. With fish in hand, Paul charged past the popcorn machine.

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