The Trouble with Talent by Kathy Krevat

Author:Kathy Krevat
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2019-03-10T21:27:10+00:00

Chapter 13

Elliott was in bed by the time I got home. When I checked on him, he was snoring, and I took his latest zombie book out of his hand and put it on his nightstand.

Before telling my dad about the GPS tracker, I softened him up with a comedic retelling of the PTA moms smoking pot and the arrival of the police. He actually had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

My voice must have changed, because his face went serious as soon as I started my story about the tow truck guy finding the GPS tracker.

I ended with, “So can you drive me to the rental car place tomorrow morning?”

He ignored my question and shook his head. “A GPS tracker? You have to stop looking into this murder.”

“Dad,” I protested. “We don’t know for sure that it’s connected. Benson was a freakin’ oboe teacher, not an international hitman.”

He frowned and pointed his finger at me, just like he used to when I’d done something wrong as a kid. “Don’t give me that BS. You know it’s connected. You just don’t know how yet.”

“Okay,” I said. “Most likely, it is. That doesn’t mean I should stop. There’s been no, like, threat or anything.”

He clenched his jaw and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

“Look, this time I’m giving everything to Norma,” I said. “She’s on top of it. It’ll be fine.”

I used feeding Trouble as an excuse to get away from his accusing eyes and found her sitting in the dining room staring at the small chandelier over the table. I agreed that it wasn’t the most attractive light I’d ever seen. It was original to the house and resembled a six-legged octopus holding small candles. “You’ve seen that light a thousand times,” I said. “Let’s get you some dinner.”

At the word “dinner,” she hopped up to follow me and I took my time dishing out her Fish Romance, trying to think of some defense for continuing the investigation.

My dad quickly hung up the phone when I returned to the living room. Then he tossed me his keys. “I can use Annie’s car if I need it,” he said and turned the volume up on his TV show.

If I wasn’t so tired after all that happened that day, I might have been offended at being dismissed. Instead, I was relieved that he wasn’t arguing with me and went up to bed.

* * * *

The next morning, I was up early, waking with a jolt but unsure why until I remembered the tracker.

Disgusted, I went down to grab coffee and pulled out my laptop to check out the We Hate Benson Tadworth Facebook group. Instead, I got distracted by a bulletin about the Sunnyside Elementary School PTA.

Overnight, the news broke that almost the entire board, including Freddie, was arrested for smoking pot on school premises. I wondered how the police got her—did the others rat on her or were they waiting for her at home? The principal got involved and

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