Magpie Maggie Takes the Heat (Longhorn Trucking Mysteries Book 2) by Katherine H. Brown

Author:Katherine H. Brown [Brown, Katherine H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katherine Brown Books
Published: 2024-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Detective Reed wrote down statements from each of us and got a little more background information on my dad before he left.

Nothing appeared to be missing.

We spent the rest of the morning reassembling the ransacked office. Two of the cowhide chairs were torn, cut with a long knife most likely. Jace insisted replacing them would be easy and Skip filed paperwork for the insurance claims on the damages to everything as a whole.

By lunch, I was wiped out. And I was angry.

“I don’t understand why someone would keep doing this,” I slumped into a rolling chair and kicked my feet up on my desk, eyes closed.

“Nice boots,” Jace said.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

Skip, all business as usual, said something about phones and wifi printers and ambled off to the back of the room.

A whirring sound made me open one eye. “Are you printing something? The laptop is literally in two pieces, tell me you aren’t that magical with technology,” I asked warily.

“I am printing,” Skip said.

My jaw literally dropped. Again I glanced from the pieces of laptop on the floor to the man in the starched white button-up shirt and gray slacks with phone in hand.

He waggled his eyebrows then grinned, holding up his phone. “Wifi connection to the printer.”

I looked around the room and finally spotted the printer on the floor in the back corner of the office.

“I’m surprised the printer works,” I said.

“They didn’t move it,” Skip pointed to it on the floor. “Probably thought it was broken already but truthfully it just has the world’s shortest power cord and that was the best place to plug it in and keep out of the way at the same time.”

When we had straightened everything we could and very carefully removed the largest pieces of glass, I sat down in one of the sliced up visitors chairs while Jace called a deep cleaning service because none of us wanted Mrs. Pearl to have to deal with this disaster.

“I guess we have to order new chairs then,” I said absently as I ran my finger along the edge of the cut in the cowhide. “Pink would certainly brighten the place up…”

“No!” Jace and Skip called in unison.

My eyes widened and I glanced up at the two men. Stony gazes met mine.

“Sheesh,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “It was just a thought.”

Jace’s cell phone rang. I bustled around my desk as he talked, though from the sound of things it wasn’t a pleasant phone call.

Skip started rebuilding his meticulous stacks of papers after collecting the new ones from the printer.

When Jace hung up, I automatically looked up at him but he was looking at Skip.

“Bad news,” Jace said.

Skip tipped his head to the side. “How bad?”

“Real bad.”

“Is it your mom? Oh my gosh, did Desiree escape? Is she hurt?” I fished around in my purse until I found my cell phone. No messages.

“Nope.” Jace shook his head. “That was the delivery manager for Country as Cowhide on the phone. ‘Parently, there was a mix-up.

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