Miss Fitz Discovers Midlife Magic: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Cozy Mystery (Miss Fitz at Midlife Book 1) by Red Tash

Author:Red Tash [Tash, Red]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hawthorne Gallup Publishing
Published: 2021-08-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Missy’s phone rang, and although she didn’t recognize the number, something told her to answer.

“Melissa!” Billy Monroe’s twang rang out from the speaker. “I been tryin’ to get you for an hour now. Where are you?”

“Sorry, I was in the shower. I’m on my way to see Rusty Crueler. Any news on the murder investigation? Are we off the hook yet?”

“Why would you want to see Crueler? You sellin’ your house?”

“Not exactly.” Missy wasn’t sure if she should tell her lawyer-by-default about her fact-finding mission in progress.

“Listen, like I told Salma, you girls ain’t off the hook just yet. Sure, you got alibis, but as long as Wanda Ackerman is pressing the Sheriff for an arrest, they’re going to be keeping close tabs on you. Now, how does Rusty figure into your plans? Just tell me, Miss Fitz. I’m your sworn counsel.”

“My mom seems to think he might know something about who would stand to gain from Martin Ackerman’s death, real estate-wise. Something about commissions and commercial property management. I’ve known Rusty since I was a kid. I’m just going to go down there and ask him what he knows. I’m sure he’ll help--”

“Don’t you dare go down to that man’s office!” Billy yelled. Missy could hear very loud Bluegrass Music pipe up in the background. “Let the police do their job!”

“What’s that, Billy? You at a concert?”

“You heard me, Miss Fitz! Don’t you dare--”

“Can’t hear you over the banjos, Billy, sorry!” Missy hung up and turned her phone to silent. I’ll touch base with Fred Nickerson after I talk to Rusty, she thought. He’s the brains behind our defense, after all.

Across the street from Bearwallow Square stood an old Federalist style home called the Henderson House, boasting a combination antique and home decor shop on the first floor, and a slate of one-room offices upstairs. Rusty Crueler, Brown County Brokerage, read a small sign attached to a hanging chain of other such shingles, below the name of the main attraction, This and Thats. Missy had never really paid attention to the sign, but today she noticed that there was an empty shingle on the chain, and she wondered if that corresponded to an empty office space for rent, upstairs.

Not that I need an office, she thought. What would I need an office for? I’ve got a great office at home...with lots of company.

Missy parked along the sidewalk behind a bright yellow VW Beetle, vintage 1960s. She recognized the car right away as Fred Nickerson’s. As she was climbing out of her van, Fred emerged from the front door of the Henderson House.

“Here to do some shopping, I hope,” he said to Missy, stopping her on the sidewalk.

“Actually, my mom said that Rusty--”

“That Rusty Crueler might help you out with some info on the Ackerman murder? I thought you might get there. Beat you to it.”

“Did you see him, already? What did he say?”

Rusty Crueler emerged from Henderson House, himself. He nodded his head toward Missy, and she called to him as he rushed the other direction.

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