The Hitwoman and the Fallen Angel by JB Lynn

Author:JB Lynn [Lynn, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cozy Mystery | Humor
Published: 2019-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

23

I think every light, in every room, was on in the compound when I got back.

I parked my car, let Piss out, and slowly emerged.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” I told God.

“Don’t be so negative,” he told me. “Remember, Yes.”

I shook my head but didn’t say anything to him. I moved slowly toward the main house, where I could hear raised voices.

Before I got to the door, it swung open, and Leslie burst out. She was moving so fast, she almost knocked me over. I barely managed to jump out of her way.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, whirling on me. “What’s wrong is that my sister has always gotten her way.”

I waited, unsure if she was talking about Susan or Loretta.

“But not this time. This time, I’m going to get what I want,” she insisted.

“Your grow room?” I asked.

“Among other things.”

“To be fair, you do know that Susan is married to a U.S. Marshal, and his nephew is a police detective, right?”

Leslie put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“You can kind of understand why they’re not going to encourage illegal activity,” I said weakly.

“So, I guess that’s how you’re voting, huh?”

“I was going to abstain from that vote,” I told her.

“You can’t abstain, Maggie,” she lectured. “This is family. This is life. You don’t get the option of abstaining.” With that, she whirled back around and stalked away.

I was tempted to chase her into the shadows, worried the people who were after Archie would be after her, too, but before I could make a decision, there was a giant crash from inside the house.

“Oh, that can’t be good,” God remarked.

“Thanks for pointing that out,” I muttered, thinking that was probably the understatement of the year. I hurried inside to see what was going on.

“Everyone calm down,” Herschel yelled from the living room.

I followed his voice.

“I’m calm,” Loretta screamed hysterically.

“Maybe I should call Doc,” Marlene offered.

“There’s so much blood,” Susan said worriedly.

I ran around the corner to see what bedlam awaited me.

Templeton was lying on the floor. Aunt Susan looked like she was trying to smother him by pressing a throw pillow against his head.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“He’s hurt,” Loretta said.

Aunt Susan let up on the pillow and pulled it back to show me that Templeton had a giant gash across his forehead that was bleeding profusely and he was getting progressively paler.

“Call Doc,” I told Marlene.

She fumbled for her phone.

“What happened?” I asked.

Everyone started to answer me at once and I couldn’t make any sense of what they were saying.

“Everybody shut up!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Miraculously, they all complied.

I knelt down at Templeton’s side, took his hand, and looked him in the eye. He focused on me and offered a weak smile. “It’s dangerous being your proxy,” he joked.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“Like a picture fell off the wall and smashed me in the head,” he told me.

Glancing around, I saw that a heavy ornate frame was lying on the floor, face down.

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