Murder in the Mix 44 - Last Rites Beignet Bites by Addison Moore

Author:Addison Moore [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798839077324
Amazon: B09VXLQR8T
Barnesnoble: B09VXLQR8T
Publisher: Hollis Thatcher Press, LTD.
Published: 2022-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

NOAH

T wo files sit on my desk, both marked Rizzo, and I’ve been combing through them ever since I stepped into my office an hour ago.

I’ll admit, I’m stumped by what these toxicology reports are trying to tell me.

The door bursts open and in files Lottie with a pink box in her arms. And no sooner do I stand to my feet to greet her than Cormack runs in after her with both hands secured to her belly.

“What’s going on?” I ask as Lottie lands a pastry box on my desk.

“She followed me over from the bakery,” Lottie pants as she scoops up the Rizzo files off my desk. “Are these the toxicology reports?” She falls into one of the seats across from me while thumbing through them, and I promptly reach over and snatch them away.

“Yes,” I say. “And they are confidential.” I tick my head over at Cormack.

If it was just Lottie, I wouldn’t mind. But if Cormack sniffs out the fact I’m breaking protocol, she’d use it against me in a heartbeat. I’ve learned the hard way that she’s not above using a little blackmail to get what she wants, and what she wants is usually me.

Cormack lunges for the pink box and opens it to reveal a dozen glazed crullers. My favorite donut. Lottie knows that. She also knows I’ll do just about anything in exchange for them. But she doesn’t have to bribe me with crullers. I’d let her take the files home and photocopy them if she wants. Lottie can get anything out of me with as little as a smile.

“Who was following who, Linda?” Cormack says as she takes a bite from one of my fried treats. “Mmm,” she moans as her eyes flutter. “This is amazing. Anyway”—she shakes a few loose blonde tresses from her eyes—“I’m here on official business,” she tells Lottie. “You see, Noah and I are going into business.”

“We are?” I ask, less amused than I am paranoid as to where she might be going with this.

Cormack has turned my life upside down more than once, and I fear she has the power to do it again.

She nods through another bite. “I’ve decided to call my new foray into children’s clothing”—she pauses to turn to Lottie—“Noah’s Daughter.”

“What?” both Lot and I say in unison.

“You can thank me later.” Cormack winks my way. “In fact, I think we should name our sweet baby girl Noah as well.”

“Absolutely not,” I tell her.

“You’re so right.” Cormack rolls her eyes. “It’s not nearly pretentious enough.”

“So you admit you’re pretentious,” Lottie says with a smile curving on her lips.

“You’ve gotta have goals,” Cormack says, snatching another donut from the box.

“Can you leave now?” Lottie asks her politely enough, but Cormack simply shakes her head. “Fine.” Lottie reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone. “I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve forced my hand.” Her fingers glide across the screen.

Cormack’s phone pings in her hand and she quickly reads the incoming text.

“Well, how do you like that?” She sighs.

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