Happy Hour by Anina Collins

Author:Anina Collins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery
Publisher: Eight Feathers Press
Published: 2019-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

My hunch about Angela and Frank seemed entirely plausible, even if Alex appeared skeptical. That’s just the kind of detective he was. I respected that, but for me, I preferred to go with my gut.

That it meant jumping to conclusions drove him crazy, although he’d been getting better with my flights of fancy in the past few months. It was true they often didn’t pan out, but nobody got arrested simply on my hunches, so it wasn’t like anyone got hurt.

Except my ego every so often when Alex chose to rub it in that my guess as to who the guilty party was turned out to be completely misguided. That didn’t matter to me, though. Each of our cases served as another chance for me to hone my detecting skills, so making mistakes didn’t faze me in the least.

And if Alex had a good laugh at my theories, at least it meant I got to see him happy.

We pulled up to Angela Touring’s house and saw her car in the driveway. “Good, she’s home. I want to find out about this engagement of hers to Frank Mitchell,” Alex said as he shifted the car into park.

“I wonder why she didn’t mention that the first time we spoke to her,” I said as we walked up the sidewalk to her front door.

“And why didn’t she have on an engagement ring,” Alex added.

He knocked on the front door as I tried to imagine Angela Touring with Frank Mitchell in any kind of romantic way. The thought boggled my mind. One look inside her house told anyone with working eyes that she liked her surroundings neat and tidy. I couldn’t fathom how someone like that could tolerate those filthy fingernails of Frank Mitchell’s and that disgusting beard of his.

I shivered just thinking about him putting his hands on a woman, and Alex turned to look at me. “You okay?”

“Just thinking about Angela and Frank together. Yuck.”

“Yuck?” he asked with a chuckle. “That doesn’t sound very professional, Poppy.”

I shrugged. “Okay, how does revolting sound? Repulsive? Nauseating?”

As he considered the alternatives I’d offered to describe the two of them in bed together, Angela opened the door and stared out at us with a frightened look in her eyes. “Hello, Officer Montero. This really isn’t a good time.”

Alex opened the screen door slightly to let her know we wouldn’t be run off that easily. “This won’t take long, Miss Touring. We just want to clarify a few things we’ve found in our investigation so far.”

She hesitated for a moment and then finally relented. “Okay, come in, but I am in a hurry.”

We walked into her spotlessly neat house and followed her to the dining room where we’d all sat together the last time we were there. Beside the table were two large pieces of black luggage and a smaller matching bag.

So that’s why she was in a hurry.

“Are you leaving to go somewhere?” Alex asked with a glance down at the bags.

“I just need to get away for a little while,” she said sheepishly, avoiding meeting either of our gazes.

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