The Whistle Blower by Robin Merrill

Author:Robin Merrill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian cozy mystery, Maine Christian fiction, christian fiction for women, funny cozy mystery, cozy mystery, amateur sleuth, female sleuth, supernatural mystery, supernatural mysteries, mom sleuth
Publisher: New Creation Publishing
Published: 2019-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Sandra drove to Fryeburg with a heavy blanket of guilt wrapped snug around her shoulders. Nate had made it clear that he was not happy to be stuck with three children all day. He’d called it “babysitting,” as though they weren’t his kids. She tried to shake it off, tried to remind herself that Nate had given her his blessing for this whole thing, had even told her he was proud of her. Maybe he was just cranky. He had a lot on his mind.

She turned her discontent toward her angel. Where was Bob, anyway? A horrific thought dawned. What if Fryeburg was outside his zone? No! It couldn’t be! No way could she do this without him! Before she realized it was happening, her fear morphed into anger. How dare he leave her out here dangling like this? This was his idea! Now she had to go meet someone named Birch, run for the first time since her failed attempt at high school softball, and try to solve a crime all by herself? She was so furious that her eyes blurred with tears. This made her even angrier. It didn’t matter the emotion—hers all manifested in tears: sadness, fear, anger, even joy. Always crying. She swatted at her cheeks and then she saw him. At least she thought it was him.

Up ahead stood a short, stocky man with his thumb out in the air. If it wasn’t Bob, it certainly looked like him. But she didn’t dare pick him up, did she? What if it wasn’t him? She slowed down to get a better look, and he gave her a wide smile. It was him. What on earth was he doing?

She slammed on the brakes, and he trotted over to the car. “Can I git a ride?” he asked, trying for a local accent—and failing.

“What are you doing?”

Without permission, he opened the door and got in.

“Wait, are you visible right now?”

“Yep. Didn’t want people to wonder why you were pulling over. But I’ll turn it off in a sec.” He looked out the windshield. “Let’s go.”

“Why are you hitchhiking?” she cried.

He motioned toward the road, as if to say he wasn’t going to answer her until she drove. When she pulled back out into traffic, he said, “I was trying to make a Highway to Heaven joke, but I guess you’re not familiar with the show.”

She scowled, wondering whether she should smack him or not. “I am quite familiar with the show,” she said, sounding overly defensive but unable to reel it in, “but your joke still doesn’t make any sense.”

Bob’s eyes grew wide. “You know, in the beginning. Jonathan is walking down the road, and Victor picks him up.”

“But he wasn’t hitchhiking!” Sandra cried. “Victor just recognized him and pulled over!”

Bob looked thoughtful. “Oh yeah, you might be right. Anyway, about this game. Are you ready?”

But she wasn’t ready for the conversation to transition. “What if someone else had pulled over?”

“Well, then, I would’ve asked them for a ride to Fryeburg.

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