Wedding Cake Wipe Out by Donna Doyle

Author:Donna Doyle [Doyle, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PureRead
Published: 2018-10-20T23:00:00+00:00

Minutes later both women stood before the rusty fence of the house they wanted to investigate. All the curtains were halfway open. There was no mistake possible. Nobody was home. As Molly Gertrude opened the little gate, it made a terrifying creak. Dora froze, but Molly Gertrude just shrugged her shoulders. "It's nothing, Dora. The guy needs to learn to take care of his property. What a mess it is here."

"It's hard to see anything," Dora complained.

"Of course, it is," Molly Gertrude snorted. "I told you not to bring your sun glasses."

Dora blushed and took them off. However, she had not thought of taking her regular glasses along and thus her sight was greatly limited. "C-Can I hold your hand, Miss Molly" she pleaded. "I am afraid I am going to sprain my ankle."

Molly Gertrude shook her head. "That's not going to work," she said as she plucked a camping flashlight out of her long overcoat. "Maybe it's best if you stay as the lookout, here in the garden. If anything happens, or if Bald-Head comes back, you can then warn me."

"How do I do that? I can't see a thing."

"You don't only need eyes to be a good detective," Molly Gertrude replied in a determined voice. "Use your ears." It was clear this was the way Molly Gertrude wanted it, as the old lady turned around and while leaning on her cane, she descended the three stony steps that led to the garage door.

She had been right in her assessment about the door being unlocked. As she stood before it, she gave the moldy wood a gentle push with her walking cane. It swung open with another creak. This one not nearly as loud as the one the metal fence had produced. A dark hole opened before her, and a musty smell of unwashed clothes and mold entered her nostrils.

Great. This is going to be a fun excursion. Molly Gertrude clicked on her flashlight. It produced a firm ray of light that illuminated a bunch of car tires that were haphazardly tossed on the ground before her, and reflected off a mirror that stood against the wall on the opposite side. Molly Gertrude narrowed her eyes as she scanned the area with bated breath.

"What do you see?" Dora cried out in a hoarse whisper from behind.

"Sssht," Molly Gertrude fired back. "We don't need any unnecessary attention."

Molly Gertrude directed the flashlight in all corners of the garage. Just mess. Lots of mess, but nothing that would give any clue as to Bald-Head's involvement in Abe Mortimer's misfortune.

Just as she spotted the door to the upstairs, she was alerted by a loud ring coming from the front yard.

Dora's mobile phone. It was loud and clear. She should have turned it off. Molly Gertrude was strengthened again in her conviction that mobile phones were not a blessing.

Molly Gertrude hurried back, trying to tell Dora to turn it off, but the girl had already taken the call and was talking over the phone in a hushed voice.

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