Cold-Brewed Murder by Neila Young

Author:Neila Young
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy, culinary cozy, cozy mystery culinary, woman sleuth, woman detective
Publisher: Red Adept Publishing
Published: 2018-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

AS SOON AS SHE TURNED down the alley behind Mystery Cup, Blake saw Derek’s delivery truck blocking her way. Dang it, she’d completely forgotten it was delivery day.

She put her Civic in reverse and backed out of the alley, continuing on to Main Street, where she turned in front of Mystery Cup... and immediately slammed on her brakes. People. So many people were everywhere. Blake was quickly reminded of the increase in foot traffic after her barista had been murdered in the café last spring. People certainly did seem to have a yearning for the macabre around here. The second there was a hint of crime, especially a murder, the crowds came en masse. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. Half of her brain rolled its eyes, while the other half just kept hearing “cha-ching.”

It looked as though Micah was getting the brunt of it today. She knew the cops had the apartment above Sliced taped off, but that didn’t seem to be stopping people from heading inside and, most likely, searching for gossip. At least Micah would get the financial boost from it all.

The Civic crept slowly down the street as Blake looked for a parking spot. Finally, she saw reverse lights go on. What luck! She was able to snatch the spot right in front of Mystery Cup. When she got out and looked in the front window, she saw that Micah wasn’t the only one who seemed to be experiencing an increase in business. From her vantage point, she could see that most of the tables in the café were filled, and the line of people stretched from the register almost to the front door. Whoa! If that kind of traffic kept up, she was going to have to think about hiring more staff.

When Blake was about to go inside, she heard someone calling her name. “Blake! Miss Harper!” Orlando was running down the sidewalk, his hand outstretched and holding something.

“Orlando.” She smiled as he caught up with her.

His black muscle shirt was stretched tight across his broad chest and had the word Buttkick printed across the front. For a brief moment, she wondered if the man owned any shirts with sleeves.

“I’m surprised to see you here this morning. I thought you’d be home resting. Are you sure you’re okay?” Orlando asked.

It didn’t surprise her at all that he knew about the events of the night before. She would give anything to be able to follow the chain of gossip just once to see how it spread so fast. “I’m fine, Orlando. But thank you for asking.”

“Good. Good. Hey, I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Mr. Hamilton this morning?”

Blake furrowed her brow. “Uh, no, I just got here, but he usually comes in after he opens up the chamber of commerce every morning.”

Orlando gave her a confused expression then smiled. “Oh no, no. Wrong Mr. Hamilton. I mean young Mr. Hamilton. Whitley.”

“Oh! I haven’t seen him unless he’s inside.” She motioned to the café.

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