Waffling in Murder (The Diner of the Dead Series Book 20) by Carolyn Q. Hunter

Author:Carolyn Q. Hunter [Hunter, Carolyn Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2017-09-03T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

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There was a firepit in the center of the amphitheater and it was blazing bright thanks to Frank’s outdoors skills—something Sonja had never known about her boyfriend.

Other rangers who had shown up for the next day’s award ceremony were also sitting on the stone seats looking into the warm blazing fire. A few had brought bags of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars for s’mores.

Frank knew a few of the men and chatted about the old days, making Sonja feel a little left out at moments.

As the evening wore on, Sonja didn’t see the lieutenant again, much to her relief. If she was lucky, there wouldn’t be any more questions for her. More than likely, they’d find Shelton’s fingerprints on the gun and he would be officially arrested as the killer.

That was all fine and dandy, but the real question was, how was the witch connected? Had she somehow used a mind-altering spell to force Shelton to murder, had she benefited from the murder somehow, or was it just more evil energy for her to feed off of?

Sonja hated to admit it, but she was feeling nervous about going to bed that night. As she’d assumed, she was being forced to sleep in her tent she’d brought along, but was considering trying to sleep in the back of her catering van. It sounded safer than staying out in the open.

“You want one?” Frank asked, skewering a marshmallow on the end of a stick and interrupting her thoughts.

“Sure,” she agreed. Sweet foods always made hard or frightening situations better. It was part of the reason she loved cooking for a living so much. She could bring a little happiness and light into people’s lives each day, and that meant something to her.

“How do you like your marshmallow done?” he asked, taking a seat next to her and holding his stick out over the flames.

“Only slightly burnt,” she joked.

“Burnt it is,” he announced.

“No, I was kidding. I like it golden brown.”

“Or as my mother used to say, goldenized,” Frank laughed.

“That’s not a real word,” Sonja poked him in the side.

“In my house it is,” he smiled.

She scooted closer to him. The night air was chilly, a constant reminder of the waning summer months and coming autumn. While she didn’t mind the hot months, and even enjoyed some of the summertime celebrations, she much preferred autumn and winter. The coming of cold weather meant the holidays were quickly approaching, and the holidays were always accompanied by great food—some of the best food in fact.

It made her excited just thinking about it, creating hope in the future. Not everything had to be witches, ghosts, and murder. Whenever she was spending time with Frank like this, that hope burned brighter.

“I used to always eat mine with a little peanut butter,” he told her, leaning into her embrace.

“Peanut butter?” she protested slightly.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.”

“I don’t think it sounds gross, just a little odd,” she admitted.

Frank looked up at the stars, thinking.

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