Macarons Can Be Murder by Rose Betancourt

Author:Rose Betancourt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CROOKED LANE BOOKS

Chapter Sixteen

Once I’d tossed the dough that had been left out, I returned home from the shop, I decided to get in my car and drive to Antoine’s house. I felt like a creepy stalker myself as I sat out in front of Antoine’s house, staring at the front porch, contemplating whether I should invite myself in by going to his front door.

What was I thinking? I could go to jail for a long time if I tried something like that.

That wasn’t exactly how I’d worked it out in my mind. I’d envisioned that maybe the door would be open, and I would pretend I was looking for Antoine if anyone caught me. I would go inside on that pretense and then just happen to peek around at all the stuff while I was at it. But that was a fantasy. It would be burglary, right? I couldn’t do that. My fantasies couldn’t come true. Although I had to admit my fantasy about opening my own bakery had worked. But now my shop had briefly taken a wrong turn with the murder, so again, my fantasies didn’t always work out. I hoped the worst was behind me now.

I had to make a decision, though. Sitting here forever wasn’t an option. What if he came outside and saw me sitting here staring at his house? He probably already thought I was slightly strange, but I didn’t want to give him even more reason to think that.

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, trying to work up enough courage to do something. I’d just go up to the door and start talking. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I’d act like I was just being friendly. Though he might think I was totally obsessed with him and that was the reason for my visit.

Would he think I was here only to ask him questions, or would he think I wanted more? What would he say if I asked him if he was a murderer? Or would he think I was only here about the building? Furthermore, I was walking into a potential murderer’s house. This would be one of the craziest things I’d ever done. Doing crazy things seemed to be a recurring theme in my life as of late. My parents would not be happy with me. Aunt Barb would be extremely upset.

After a few more seconds, I decided there was no more time to waste. I opened the car door, climbed out, and marched toward the house. Of course, my nerves were at an all-time high, but I was brave and did it anyway.

I made my way to the front door and stood there for several seconds before finally pushing on the doorbell. Talk about antsy. I was pretty sure Antoine was home, since his car was in the driveway. Maybe he wouldn’t even answer the door. The thought had barely come to mind when I heard movement inside. I knew he was headed this way.

Soon he opened the door.

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