Apple Pies and Alibis by Christy Murphy

Author:Christy Murphy [Murphy, Christy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-21T05:00:00+00:00

Officer Jordan, Mom, and I stepped onto the elevator. I was carrying a shopping bag filled with tinfoil and garbage bags I’d gotten from the van. The stress of our amateur sleuthiness weighed on my shoulders. I wasn’t even qualified to be a caterer, let alone a caterer who solves crime. All I wanted to do was go home, sleep, and pretend this mess didn’t exist.

The elevator doors opened. “Follow me,” Mom whispered in my ear as she walked fast past the officer. My stomach churned with stress, but I followed.

“We’ll hurry,” Mom yelled back to the officer. “I know you have a lot of people to let up here.”

“Appreciate that,” the portly officer said, dropping farther behind us.

I expected Mom to start packing up the margarita machine, but she whizzed by it. I sensed what she was up to. Horrified, I continued to follow.

“Um, ma’am,” the officer’s voice said from behind is, his voice sounding uncertain. Mom did the thing where she pretended like she didn’t hear him, ducked under the crime scene tape, and entered Rick Heller’s office. I stopped at the tape and waited for us to be arrested.

“Ma’am!” the officer called out. “You can’t be in there!”

I peered inside the office from behind the tape. Mom was at the window. It was still wide open. Mom poked her head through the opening and looked down. She was careful not to touch the glass or put her hands on the window frame. I worried she might fall out.

“Ma’am!” the officer said, huffing and puffing as he stood next to me. “This is a crime scene.”

“I’m sorry,” Mom said, stepping away from the window and scanning the office some more. “I thought Rick had taken my good set of mini barbecue tongs. I wanted to see if they were still here.”

The officer ducked under the tape and grabbed Mom’s arm. “You’ll have to leave them in here if he did.”

“I hope I didn’t get you in trouble by letting me come in here,” Mom said.

The man’s eyes widened as he held up the tape for Mom to duck under. “You didn’t touch anything, did you?”

“No,” Mom said, heading over to the tables where we had food.

“Then let’s just not say anything about it,” he said. Instead of us getting into trouble, Mom made this man feel like he’d get in trouble more than she would for interfering with the crime scene.

“You can eat these ribs while we pack up,” she said, making him a plate and handing it to him.

The policeman accepted the ribs, and all was forgiven. I set down my shopping bag and hurried to pack everything up before Mom got us all into trouble.

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