Bath Bombs & Beyond: Do you believe in ghosts? (A Fanny Doyle Cozy Ghost Mystery Book 1) by Violet Patton

Author:Violet Patton [Patton, Violet & Patton, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chocolate Cream Pie

The investigation team brought Hector, the department’s cadaver dog, trained to sniff out a dead body. He took one sniff of the shop’s zealous odors, sneezed and flopped underneath a showroom table. Considering he was a drooling bloodhound as big as a baby bull, they over-killed the Row’s bath bomb search situation.

The agents bagged, boxed, and cataloged. They carted off wicked bath bombs, lotions, and potions and hunted for tainted products. They took every ounce of our bulk supplies. Anything not factory-prepared was suspect.

Which meant I too was a suspect since I mixed the bath bombs. They looked at my newest bath bomb concoction, gagged, and resealed the bowl lid. They left it sitting on the workbench. They took notes and lifted fingerprints off surfaces, looking for clues. The crew did not ask me questions, but I would’ve been too tongue-tied to answer them coherently.

After the CSU crew finished destroying our shop, I locked the Row and left everything the way they left it.

At the Taco Bell drive-thru window, I ordered enough tacos to satisfy my stress-induced, instant gratification hunger needs. Carrying the sack of three tacos and a super-size soda, I mounted the stairs to my humble abode. The three-story complex has an elevator, but until I could no longer climb, for the sake of my heart and thighs, I would take the stairs.

With my key in hand, I spotted a torn bit of lined notebook paper taped to my door. Its scribbly, easily recognizable handwriting was a dead giveaway: Call me. I have something important to tell you.

“Anita! Don’t use tape on my door.” Slipping by Anita, who made it her business to know my business, was impossible. Her note meant she heard about the bath bomb fiasco.

I left it taped to the door and entered my peaceful sanctum, jonesing for tranquility.

Inside, I dropped my keys on the old Singer sewing machine I use as a foyer table. Craig and Ally’s photographs reminded me of their absence and how much I miss them.

On rare occasions, if she were alone, Ally video chatted with me, but never for long enough. A few months ago, she and Wallace Walker broke off their long-term relationship, which shocked everyone because they have dated since high school. She moved in with her new deadbeat boyfriend, Jason What’s-his-name, to an unknown location. That dimwit has strict control over her every move. Patience is hard. Waiting was worse.

Any moment she will dump him and return to Hot Springs and me.

After Dalhart and I called it quits, I developed a big case of empty nest syndrome. After he and the kids moved out, I filled my spare time with my mother until she passed away. Often, I would bump into Anita as she delivered baked sweets to my mother, ignoring the fact she had diabetes.

They were two peas driving one beat up pod—my mother’s 1998 Ford Escort. They made Branson, Missouri, their second home. After their last gambling adventure, upon arriving home safely, the wheel fell off that old car in the driveway.

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