Dead Velvet Cupcakes by Polly Holmes

Author:Polly Holmes [Holmes, Polly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780648709114
Publisher: Gumnut Press
Published: 2019-10-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

As Margarete slid down behind the gumtree on the far side of the Watson Creek Hotel car park, the flaky bark peeled away against her fingers. The perfect hiding place to keep door ten in her sights. In fact, she could see every door of the hotel from her vantage point. Dressed like a ninja and sporting a black beanie, she was sure she could lurk in the shadows of the night undetected. Just like Veronica Mars. She’d have to make Kayne understand.

“Okay, Ryder Stone, where are you and what are you up to? No-one knows why you’re in town, so I’m guessing it can’t be good,” she muttered as she scanned each door through the zoom lenses of her SLR camera. Her sister had brought it for her birthday a few years back, primarily to take professional photos of her culinary creations. Who knew it would come in so handy?

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Margarete couldn’t believe her eyes. It wasn’t Ryder Stone, but the next best thing. Exhilarated by her find, she eased up onto her toes and perched the lenses of her camera on a protruding branch and began snapping pictures. “Charlie Colbert, you sly dog. Seems you have more secrets than you let on.”

Margarete’s finger was running hot, snapping pictures of Charlie and a mystery woman standing just inside the open door of room fourteen, locked in a very compromising position. Charlie’s body blocked the woman’s face, but it was clear to Margarete they were on extremely intimate terms.

Gotcha, Charlie. Maybe now, you’ll share your alibi with me now.

Slight movement out of the corner of her eye nabbed her attention and all thoughts reverted to her original objective. Ryder Stone. In the flesh and up to no good, judging by his suspicious jittery movements.

Checking that the coast was clear, Margarete followed his trail as he headed along the road toward St. Edwards Point. Thanks to the dense trees and shrubbery she had plenty of places to hide along the roadside. Her chest heaved, the night air burning her throat as she sucked in deep breaths. She doubled her pace just to keep up with Stone’s long strides. He was obviously in a hurry, but why?

Margarete stopped every few meters to take a few shots. They’d just turned down a gravel track leading to the lighthouse, passing the sign a few meters back. Even though the track was getting more uneven with every step, she was starting to slot into a comfortable rhythm. Out of nowhere, Ryder Stone stopped dead in his tracks and looked to the right.

Oh no, my cover is blown. Her heart racing a gazillion miles an hour, Margarete held her breath and darted behind the closest tree, slamming her body into the rock-hard eucalyptus trunk. Her footing slipped and excruciating pain ricocheted up her leg as her right ankle twisted beneath her and she went down like a lead weight.

Margarete’s jaw dropped and an impending shriek of pain began to rumble deep in her chest.

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