A Pom Pom Premise (A Mobile Groomer Mystery #2) by M. Alfano

Author:M. Alfano [Alfano, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 59804061
Publisher: Whiskered Mysteries
Published: 2021-12-22T00:00:00+00:00

11

After a three-hour-long brush out on a frisky husky, my arms ached, and I wanted nothing more than to curl up with a good streaming show, an ice pack, and some snacks.

But if Tiffany and I didn’t figure out the source of those crystals soon…well…I didn’t like the idea of sitting idly by and waiting for someone to come after me.

Like Mrs. Susan slashing Piper’s tires or ruining my shop.

I couldn’t let that happen again.

Mrs. Susan was now behind bars in the county jail, so I didn’t have to worry about her coming after me…again.

I just had to hope that whoever killed Joey didn’t have the same mindset as Mrs. Susan and go after me for just poking around.

So, after the husky owner picked up her much lighter dog and I’d swept up the ton of dog hair, I double-checked the new locks dad had installed on the shop door before Bandit and I hopped in my car.

I glanced over my shoulder, checking the back seat again, then reminded myself no one hung out in a backseat from May to February unless they wanted to get roasted alive in Texas triple-digit temperatures.

With a sigh, I backed out of the driveway and headed toward the Williams’ ranch to pick up Tiffany.

Once I pulled into the circular drive, I texted, “Here,” expecting the blonde bombshell to come bouncing down the driveway.

Instead, I had to squint at the figure in aviators and a Texas Ranger hoodie slinking out of the doorway, a ball cap pulled low.

Gripping the steering wheel, I sucked in a breath, hoping this was just a friendly delivery person.

Though there weren’t any delivery vans in sight.

Bandit snorted, his tail thwapping against the seat as he pressed his paws to the window.

He backed up as the hooded person reached for the door, and my heart stopped. I fumbled with my keys in the ignition, wishing I could rip them out. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER. I…um…I…uh…HAVE A GUN.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, not a very great strategy, but the only one I had, I continued pawing at my keys, hoping Bandit might distract the intruder until I could come up with Plan B.

“Sweetie, since when do you have a gun?” a familiar voice cooed.

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked over to see the sunglasses lowered and Mrs. Tiffany in a no makeup, flat-haired look I’d never seen before.

“Wha…I…I don’t. But what are you wearing?” I asked, my gaze roaming over the oversized sweatshirt that Bandit was now sniffing fiercely like there was leftover cheese or dog treats hidden in that sweater.

“Why, I can’t show up there just looking like lil’ ole me,” she purred. “That’ll be suspicious. If the police happen to be watching the place, they’re gonna find it awfully curious if I showed up there, and the detective might get a call about me. Wouldn’t want him breaking another date with you to look at video footage.”

I swallowed hard, nodding as my heart got back to a regular beat. “Oh, yeah, probably a good idea.

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