The Eleventh Hour by Anina Collins

Author:Anina Collins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery
ISBN: 9780997215311
Publisher: Eight Feathers Press
Published: 2019-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

After the excitement at the bar the night before, I awoke eager to get to work searching for clues about both of our known suspects and their relationships to Geneva. I doubted Shelley was ever as close to our victim as she claimed, and Jefferson Girard’s outburst at the mere mention of Geneva was definitely interesting, to say the least.

Rolling over in bed, I looked over at the night table and saw my phone blinking. Someone had texted me. Quickly, I swiped the screen to see who had contacted me, happy that it was unlikely my father since he’d never used a phone for that reason in his life. Joe McGuire was nothing if not old school.

Highlighted was a message from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened it and saw an invitation.

Meet me at The Grounds at 9.

Confused as to who had sent it, I messaged back.

Who is this?

Seconds later, another text came in.

Alex.

Alex? I didn’t remember giving him my number. True, I should have since we were working together on this case, but I hadn’t, so how had he gotten it? It wasn’t like cell phone numbers were listed in the phone book.

Curious, I typed out yet another question.

How did you get my number?

Again, just seconds later, he texted back.

Detective. Remember?

I couldn’t help but smile. For all that seriousness he often showed, he could be quite funny. Texting back, I asked my question again.

Enough with the detective thing. Really how did you get it?

As I waited for his answer, I tried to figure out when he could have gotten my number. Had he lifted my phone out of my purse at some point? Funny and cute was one thing, but invading my person was something entirely different. If he had done that, Alex Montero was about to find out how unkind and how like the rest of Sunset Ridge’s residents I could be.

But then he messaged back, and I couldn’t be mad at him.

I saw your number on Derek’s desk when I went to see him yesterday. So have you interrogated me enough to meet at The Grounds at 9?

Okay, so he wasn’t a pickpocket. Good. Looking at the time, I saw it was already after eight and I remembered I had to be at The Eagle before noon to get some work done on my weekly article.

Okay, but I might be a little late. I’ll be there, though.

Tossing my phone on the bed, I hurried to the shower without even having my first cup of morning coffee. Such was the punishment for oversleeping.

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