Wicked as a Christmas Fruitcake (Paranormal in Manhattan Mystery: A Cozy Mystery on Kindle Unlimited Book 10) by Lotta Smith

Author:Lotta Smith [Smith, Lotta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-11-20T22:00:00+00:00

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After the funeral, we headed for Woody’s condominium by the Hudson River, near Battery Park. Not that Evelyn gave us the address—mostly because she seemed to have assumed that we already had it—but we had Woody himself navigating our way there. Sometimes I felt like I’d never need things like GPS. Unlike the GPS system that barked commands in its machine-generated voice, ghosts usually spoke in friendlier tones. Not to mention they usually gave me additional help to navigate my way when I was lost.

The building at 310 Hudson was one of four midrise condos standing on the edge by the water. It was a new building, though the exterior it was constructed to look like an old, historical building.

“This is nice,” Jackie commented.

“Hmm, I like it. Assuming from its exterior, whoever built it didn’t go cheap with the material,” Madame Roloff observed.

“You bet.” Woody gave a thumbs-up. “I know a cheap scam of a building when I see one. My residence is number 105, on the tenth floor.”

Woody gave us the code to unlock the entrance, and we went inside the building.

When we came out of the elevator at the tenth floor and headed for Woody’s room, the door opened and a woman with gray hair came out.

“Oops, it’s a cleaning day.” Woody slapped his forehead. “I don’t know why I’d forgotten about it.”

“Perhaps you’ve been stressed out, what with getting killed and everything.” Jackie patted him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Mrs. Simmons. I’m afraid I’ll have to let you go. Look, it’s not like I didn’t like your services, but now that I’m a goner, I have no way of paying you. Oh crap… I should have written a will and left you something.” Then he turned to me. “She’s my cleaning lady.”

“Hello, Mrs. Simmons.” I raised my hand in greeting.

“Do I know you?” She looked at me skeptically, then at Madame Roloff. “I’ve seen you before from somewhere.”

“That must be the movie,” Madame Roloff said nonchalantly. “People often tell me I look just like Greta Garbo.”

Mrs. Simmons shrugged. “Are you from the police?”

“We’re helping the police,” Madame Roloff volunteered before I said anything.

“Hmm… something like private investigators?” Mrs. Simmons wrinkled her forehead.

“Yes, we are.” Madame Roloff nodded. “Can we come in?”

“Yes, but I guess they’ve already taken away many things.” Mrs. Simmons shook her head disapprovingly.

“You mean the police?” I asked.

“Who else would do that?” Mrs. Simmons returned.

“I don’t know. Robbers, perhaps?” I offered a vague smile, but she didn’t smile back.

“I don’t know what will happen to my work now that Mr. Napoleon is dead, but I want to keep this place as spotless as ever.” Mrs. Simmons grabbed a glass vase with a dead flower that was a color between dark purple and brown and threw the flower into a garbage bag.

“I didn’t know you were a kind of guy who had flowers at home.” Jackie patted Woody on the head.

“Stop that.” Woody brushed off her hand. “I’m not the one responsible for the flowers.

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