Bread to Kill (A Seasoned Sleuth Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Gretchen Allen

Author:Gretchen Allen [Allen, Gretchen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2023-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“What did you do now?” Pauline whispered severely to Loretta an hour later. They were seated inside the clubhouse dining room at an empty table.

“I didn’t do anything,” Loretta said.

“Then why am I here waiting for a sheriff’s deputy instead of having breakfast at the coffee shop?” Pauline asked.

“Yeah, we were supposed to be having coffee together this morning,” Brigitte said.

“We will try to make this short, then,” Harold said as he entered the room. He had used the kitchen for a brief phone call with his supervisor at the sheriff’s department.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Deputy,” Pauline said. Her brightly colored hair bounced around her head in large curls when she spoke. She pursed her lips and blinked a few extra times. Loretta turned her head and bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“That’s alright, Pauline,” Deputy Hargraves said. “Anyway, the reason why we’re here is because the two of you spoke to someone yesterday who was looking for Ms. Barksdale. I need to know what that man looked like and what he was driving.”

“Well, for starters, he wasn’t what I would call good looking,” Pauline said. She gave the deputy a very obvious once over. “You’re far more handsome than that ogre was.”

“Yeah, he actually looked a little like that green guy from the kid’s movie,” Brigitte chimed in. “The one who marries the princess who is also secretly an ogre, too.”

“Okay, but what did he look like?” the deputy asked. “Was he short or tall? What color was his hair, that sort of thing?”

“He was sitting inside of a car, so it’s hard to say how tall he really was,” Brigitte said.

“Was his head up to the top of the seat?” Harold asked.

“At the top,” Pauline said quickly.

“Okay, good,” Harold said with a smile. Pauline beamed at him. “What about his face?”

“He was white, chubby, with thinning brown hair,” Pauline continued. “And the car he was driving was just a plain, old sedan. Four doors, a lot like you see around here.”

“So, it was a little older?” Harold asked them.

“Yes, Deputy,” Brigitte spoke up next. She glared hard at Pauline. “It was a few years older, and a dark color. Blue. I’m sure it was blue.”

“That car was not blue, Brigitte Waldorf,” Pauline snapped. She sneered at her friend and turned back to the deputy and Loretta. “More like a dark purple.”

“No, it was blue. Midnight blue,” Brigitte said, raising her voice. “I think I know what color the car was.”

“You don’t know anything,” Pauline replied. “In fact, I don’t even know why you’re here at the moment. It was me he spoke with, not you. You said nothing to him.”

“That’s because you have to be the one who talks to everybody,” Brigitte shouted. “You’re the village motormouth.”

“Ladies, please.” Harold held his hands in the air and waved them around to get their attention. “Can we please focus on these questions?”

“If I’m the village motormouth, you’re the village moron,” Pauline mumbled.

“I heard that,” Brigitte said.

“We all heard that,” Loretta said.

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