What A Nunderful World (Nun of Your Business Mysteries Book 5) by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 2020-02-27T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“C’mon. We have to help, Trixie. It looked really bad,” Coop urged, taking my hand and pulling me out to the lobby, where we headed out the doors. She pushed her way past the crowd of people gathered at the front entrance with me in tow.

“Coop, did you really see it happen?” I asked as I watched the paramedics lift a gurney into the ambulance, a glittery pair of socks poking out from beneath the sheet.

And that’s when I saw shoes in the street—Ames’s shoes. He’d been hit so hard his shoes had come off. Dear Heaven…

She nodded her head, pulling me under the cream-and-black striped awning. “Just the last bit of it. I heard someone yell for Ames to get out of the way just before a car raced toward him and ran him right over, Trixie. They just plowed into him.”

I could tell she was anxious, because now her words were becoming rapider, shooting from her lips like bullets.

“Okay, okay. So did you see the car? What kind of car was it, Coop?”

She bit her lip and paused in thought before she gripped my fingers. “It was black with really shiny hubcaps, and small. It was small. Not a big car, but maybe more like a Prius or a Honda Fit.”

Great. Only half of Portland drove those models, but there was hope. Coop was great with details. Maybe she’d seen something distinctive or heard something. “License plate? Driver?”

“No. I was so shocked. He…he flew up in the air, Trixie. It was…” She swallowed, the long column of her neck stretching and expanding. “It was awful.”

I pulled her into a quick hug, and then I gripped her shoulders firmly, setting her from me. “Did you see anything else? Anything at all? Anything memorable, anything that could help identify the driver?”

She shook her head again, her hair wet and sticking to her face, her eyes like saucers. “No. I did the only thing I could think of. I called 9-1-1.”

“Good girl, Coop. You’re always Johnny-on-the-spot. You did good.”

“He was drunk as a skunk,” I heard a man’s gruff voice ring out from the area of the tall electric heaters where people gathered to warm themselves while they waited for their Ubers. “Wandering all over the place, crying and demanding somebody named Mitzy give him his money. Kept sayin’ she had it comin’. Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat, it all happened so fast. I think I lost ten years off my life watchin’ that kid with all the fancy makeup fly up in the air like a rag doll. Hellfire, I sure hope he’s okay.”

I needed to talk to this man. I don’t know that what happened to Ames was related to Mitzy’s death. In fact, if it was, that would be rather odd, unless there was a hit out on spoiled makeup gurus I was unaware of, but it couldn’t hurt to poke around.

“Wait here, okay, Coop? I’ll text Higgs and let him know you’re out here. I want to go see what this guy is talking about.

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