Granny Hooks A Crook (Fuchsia, Minnesota Book 1) by Julie Seedorf

Author:Julie Seedorf [Seedorf, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery, Mystery, women sleuth, humorous mystery, Author Julie Seedorf, Fiction, series, cozy mystery series
Publisher: Granny Edith Books
Published: 2013-07-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Granny had just been about to receive the key to the city for stopping a gang of mobsters from robbing the bank when the ring of the phone stopped the dream right as the mayor was presenting her with the key to the city of Fuchsia.

“What! You interrupted the presentation ceremony,” Granny yelled into the phone.

Mrs. Shrill shouted, “Do you know what’s going on downtown, Granny?”

“Tut, tut, tut,” Granny shouted into the phone before she slammed down the receiver. She didn’t know why Mrs. Shrill continued to call her to give her news of the day. The only conversation they ever had was “Tut, tut, tut.”

Granny checked the color of her big toe before climbing out of bed. She was so tired from the goings on of yesterday that she didn’t even check to see if there was children noise in the house. She staggered to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine for breakfast. It wasn’t something she usually did. She usually saved the wine for an evening treat but what the heck! At her age she needed to do something out of the ordinary to get her started for the day. She had the feeling it was going to be longer than yesterday.

When Granny checked on George with her binoculars, she noticed that every morning he hung out a different wildly colored pair of boxer shorts. This was something new the past few weeks.

Mavis was surprisingly mellow in her reality show this morning. When she saw that Granny was checking on her, she raised a cup of coffee to the window and took a sip.

Sally’s shade was up. She was probably out in her lawn talking to her grass.

Granny fed Fish, the little white poodle, Furball and Tank before she left the house. Walking to the garage to get her car she noticed the forest seemed to be growing and it would tower over her house soon and be very noticeable. She had to figure this out soon or she’d be trading in her fuchsia nightie for an orange jumpsuit.

When Granny opened the door to the garage, all the doors on her car were open and so was the trunk. Granny stopped, lifted her umbrella and her pocketbook, ready to strike any unwanted person that might be lurking.

She did the swat team dance around the garage checking the corners and looking under the car. All clear. Granny started to close the doors on her car but when she got to her trunk, she looked in. There in her trunk were five bottles of wine. Granny checked out the label. This was expensive wine.

Granny shook her head as if to clear her mind. Did she buy the wine and forget? She wouldn’t buy this wine. It was too expensive. Why was this wine in her trunk? Had Franklin planted it? After all, what did she really know about Franklin? Had his visit been an excuse to plant the wine as evidence, but as evidence of what? Granny lifted the bottle and contemplated popping the cork.

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