Final Mercy (A Mercy Mares Cozy Mystery Book 12) by Ava Mallory

Author:Ava Mallory [Mallory, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Nubbin, come with me.” I offered a stern look and my hand.

He scrunched his nose and pouted his lips. “Why would I do that?”

“Come on. You’ve had enough fun for one day. It’s time to take a break,” I said.

“Where?” He looked at the main house. “In there? I don’t need a break. I just got started.”

I shook my head. “No, you’re done.” I glanced at the house. Given all that had transpired, it wasn’t a good idea to stay there. “We can’t stay here. We’ll get a hotel room instead,” I suggested.

“You’ll do no such thing,” he said. “You’re a married woman.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what I need to say to make you understand this. I know I’m irresistible, but, please, you need to get over me. We can never happen.”

Charlie snorted as he laughed.

I glared at him.

He swallowed hard. “I don’t think that’s what she meant, big guy. She knows you’re spoken for. She wants to get you out of here. It sounds like a good idea to me. Why don’t we all leave and rest up for dinner?”

Nubbin stomped his foot. “Nope. No dinner for me. I refuse to eat anything that comes out of that man’s kitchen.”

Donna walked up behind him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Daddy, do what Mercy says. You know how she gets when she doesn’t get her way. For all we know, she might throw a hissy fit and ruin our appetite.”

“What about you?” he asked as he fixed a look of disgust on Roydon.

Donna’s gaze fell on Roydon. “I think I’ll be fine here.”

“Of course, you will,” Nubbin said. “That’s your claim to fame. Everything is always fine. I’ll tell you what. Nothing about any of this is fine. I didn’t want to tell you this, but something horrible happened in the house.”

She clutched her chest. “What?” She glanced at Roydon again. He cast his eyes away. “What happened in the house?”

Charlie and I exchanged concerned glances.

“We don’t know yet,” Charlie said before Nubbin blew things out of proportion.

“I’ll tell you what happened. Someone died in there,” he said. “Someone killed someone else in your mother’s kitchen. You know how much she loved that room. I can’t believe the nerve of some people. If you want to murder someone, murder them in your own home, not mine.”

Donna’s southern belle performance went into high gear. “What? Who? How? Not in our house. Who would do such a thing?”

I nudged Nubbin. “You don’t know what happened in there. Don’t spread rumors.”

He pulled his arm from my grip. “I don’t need to be told what happened. I have eyes. I saw it. There’s fresh blood on the kitchen floor. Unless you pulled some hoo-doo voodoo, Toyota, that blood didn’t come from any of us. And that hole in the ceiling wasn’t an accident.”

Donna was halfway to the house before Nubbin could finish his thought. “Where are the keys?” She rifled through her clutch as she ran over, losing a pink stiletto in the process.

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