The Saint Paddy's Promise: A Cozy Mystery (A Tess and Tilly Cozy Mystery Book 6) by Kathi Daley

Author:Kathi Daley [Daley, Kathi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathi Daley Books
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Friday, March 22

It had been two days since I’d made the decision to stop tracking my dad, and in that time, I’d questioned myself at least a hundred times. I knew it was probably the best thing to do if our tracking Dad might lead someone else to him, but not having had the opportunity to confront him to ask the questions that had been churning in my gut for all these years left me feeling unsatisfied. I knew that the smartest thing I could do was to focus on something else, so I checked in with Mike to see if he had any updates on the murder case.

“Good morning, Tess, Tilly. You’re here early today,” Frank greeted us.

“I changed things up today.” I slipped my mailbag off my shoulder as Tilly went over to greet Leonard, who’d come running down the hall when he heard us come in. “Any news about Brick Brannigan’s murder?”

“I’m not sure what Mike has already told you, so you might want to check with him. He’s in his office.”

“I’m right here,” Mike said, stepping into the room from the hallway.

“It’s been a couple of days since we chatted, and I was curious if you ever found either the handwritten letter or the contents of the second large envelope. Or the contents of the box you found, for that matter.”

“So far, we’ve had no luck with any of those things. Without knowing what was in the box or the second large envelope, it is hard to know if we’ve come across the items contained within and just aren’t aware of it. As for the letter with the handwritten address, we’ve looked for it, but so far, no go.”

“I wonder what Brick did with the letter if you’ve searched the bar and his home,” I said.

“Maybe Brick tossed or burned it,” Frank suggested.

“It didn’t look as if he tossed or destroyed a single piece of correspondence he received since he bought the bar,” I responded. “There were envelopes, junk mail, and old letters everywhere.”

“Maybe the envelope you are looking for contained damning information and Brick destroyed it to keep anyone from reading it.”

“Maybe,” I acknowledged.

“What about the postmark being from Iowa?” Frank asked.

“Useless,” Mike said. “At least without more information.”

I nodded. “We can use the postmark to backtrack to the city of origin, but unless someone from the post office remembers who posted the box, which I highly doubt, I agree the postmark is useless. Has anyone looked inside the pockets of Brick’s jacket? I assume it was hanging in the bar?”

“His pockets were empty,” Mike confirmed.

“What about his truck? Has anyone looked between the seats, in the glove box, or on the floor?”

Mike glanced at Frank. “You searched the truck.”

“I was looking for a smoking gun, not a letter.”

“We should take another look,” I said.

“I’ll do it,” Frank offered.

“What about the identity of the four samples that Brick had tested? Did you ever get anyone from Genocom to provide you with names to go with the letters on the reports?”

Mike nodded.

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