Case of the Ragin' Cajun by Jeffrey Poole

Author:Jeffrey Poole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery, mysteries with humor, mysteries with dogs, animal sleuths, corgi stories, cozy murder mystery series, new orleans mysteries
Publisher: Columbine Publishing Group, LLC

SEVEN

“Are you trying to see how many times I hear your name on a daily basis?” Detective Martins demanded, as he and his consultant exited their car. “What is it you think you’ve found?”

Vance turned to point at the Dragon’s Den directly behind them. “Our friend, the red-haired mystery man, was spotted a little while ago, inside this restaurant.”

Martins’ eyes widened with disbelief. “You’re kidding. And you four just happened to be outside?”

“We find it suspicious, too,” Vance confirmed. “I know this sounds weird, but if I didn’t know any better, then I’d say this punk was tailing us. He wanted us to spot him.”

“Tell me you know which direction he went,” Greg Plinth implored. “Tell me you and your team of forensic specialists …”

The consultant didn’t make the gesture, but I could easily picture him adding the air-quotes signs around the forensics specialists jab.

“… were able to tail him back to his secret lair.”

“Enough, Greg,” Martins snapped. “Samuelson? Do you have anything to back this up?”

Vance turned to point at the dumpster. “It’s over there, on the lid.”

Martins and Plinth wandered over to the dumpster. Snapping on latex gloves, Detective Martins gingerly lifted the latex mask and let out an exclamation of surprise.

“Our suspect was wearing a mask. That little miscreant has been playing us for fools.”

“My sentiments exactly,” Vance said.

“Did you see him drop this in there?” Greg asked.

Vance and I, and even Detective Martins, stared at the consultant as if he had just started talking in tongues and his head had twisted all the way around.

“He’s ditched the mask,” Martins said, growing angry, but thankfully much of that anger appeared directed at his companion. “I’d say he knew you four were out there, and that he wanted to make a clean getaway.”

“Then, why ditch the mask?” Jillian asked. “Won’t you guys be able to check it for DNA? Why would this person want to leave something like this behind?”

“Maybe he didn’t have a choice,” I suggested. “He had to have seen us out there. If so, he would have recognized Vance and would’ve seen him entering the restaurant. He knew he had to get out of there.”

Detective Martins nodded. “We’ll take the mask and see if we can get anything off of it. Prints or DNA, I really don’t care. Anything would be helpful at this stage. So, what’s next for you guys?”

I turned to look back at the restaurant. Appetizing smells were wafting my way, and I’m sure I was moments away from having my stomach growl at me.

“Hey, I’m thinking we’re going to find someplace to have lunch.”

Vance laughed and we bumped fists. “Glad I wasn’t the only one thinking it.”

“Do you guys like dogs?” Martins asked, as he softened his voice.

I looked down at the corgis and nodded. “Obviously.”

It was the detective’s turn to laugh. “No, not those, but dogs. Hot dogs. There’s a fantastic little place just up the street. They’ve got a great selection to choose from.”

I nodded. “Thanks, amigo. We’ll take you up on that.

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