Dying to Kill (Angel Delaney Mysteries Book #2) by Patricia H. Rushford

Author:Patricia H. Rushford [Rushford, Patricia H.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: FIC030000, FIC022040
ISBN: 9781441239440
Publisher: Baker Book Group
Published: 2004-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Feeling hungry, Angel left the warehouse area and headed toward her favorite restaurant. The Burger Shed was a little place located near the wharf. It had been there forever and still served the biggest, juiciest hamburgers on the coast. Living up to its name, the restaurant looked like a shed with weathered gray siding. A sign, made of the same gray wood, had been sloppily painted in red letters and hung haphazardly near the entrance. A porthole, salvaged from a sunken ship, adorned the front door. On warmer days people could eat outside on the dock at one of the picnic tables. Angel eyed the feathery clouds against the pale blue sky and opted for outdoor seating, but first she went inside to place her order. The place smelled like hot oil and charred meat, stirring her hunger pangs.

“Hey, Angel.” The owner, Jack Cole, greeted her with his you’re-welcome-anytime smile. Jack, a middle-aged man with a midsize chassis, did most of the cooking, while his wife, Minnie, waited tables and took orders.

“What’ll it be, sweetie?” Minnie rested her thin freckled arms on the counter.

Angel ordered her usual fare, a Monster Burger with bacon, cheese, onions, lettuce, tomato, mayo, relish, and catsup, fries, and a Marionberry milkshake.

“You go ahead and set yourself down, hon,” Minnie drawled. “I’ll bring it out when it’s ready.”

Angel walked out to the dock, noting the half dozen or so diners seated at tables along the way, and sat down at one of the ten picnic tables that overlooked the water. A seagull swooped down, landing on the deck near a sign that asked patrons to please not feed the gulls or seals. The seagull didn’t seem the least bit inhibited.

A fishing boat passed by, coming back with whatever they had caught that morning. Angel waved, and the passengers waved back. Her gaze drifted over the water as she looked for the resident seals. She wasn’t disappointed. Here one came, barking and begging for a handout.

Minutes later, Minnie plunked down her food and utensils wrapped in a paper napkin.

While Angel ate, she added to her notes, deciding she’d better input all the information she’d been gathering into her laptop. She’d print it out each day or so and give Rachael a copy for her files. That way there would be tangible evidence that Angel was doing her job. She’d keep track of her hours that way as well. Going over the notes from the women at the shelter, she realized it looked as though they all had an alibi for the time Phillip was killed. Which meant they were all innocent or they were lying. Lorraine said she’d gone to Road’s End to visit her daughter and grandchildren—that would be easy enough to check out.

Debra had the only tangible proof so far—the receipt from the store at the outlet mall. Claire had already filed her receipts but promised to get them to Angel later.

Not that Angel really suspected any of the women. At the moment, she was leaning more toward Fitzgibbon or Darryl.

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