Murder's a Beach by Agatha Ball

Author:Agatha Ball
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mysteries, island, small town, amateur sleuth, woman sleuth, coffee shop, county fair, cozy mystery, carnival, book shop, chick lit, romance, clean mystery, clean romance, mystery set at a fair, cozy mystery at a carnival, midway, festivals, small town festival
Publisher: Katherine Danley
Published: 2017-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

"Now, who on earth would want to hurt your Granny?" said Wanda, horrified. "She's just the heart and soul of this community! Who would be such a monster?"

"I don't know," I replied, but then I told her the whole story about the cherry pie and the handprints on the wall and on her shirt. I left out the part about Trevor leaving streaks of red on my shirt, though. I'm not sure why I didn't want to share that detail yet. I had made such a mess of wrongfully accusing people in the past and I never wanted to make that mistake again.

Wanda shook her head. "Paige, I'm going to head down to the clinic right now to sit by your Granny until she wakes up."

"But what about your shop?" I asked.

"Never you mind about that," she replied. "I'll put a 'Gone Fishing' sign in the window and tell all the tourists to come back tomorrow."

"But this is the busiest week of the year," I protested.

"We'll figure something out," she said, patting my hand. "Maybe I'll just have to settle for cubic zirconia instead of diamonds when I buy this year's tiara. Now, you get back to your shop and tell Stan and Fred they are barking up the wrong tree. Let them know of the mess they made of all this and see if you can find a copy of that book."

I turned to walk towards the door as Wanda closed up, but then stopped. "Wanda, do you know where Georgia used to live?"

"Oh sure, honey," she replied, pointing in the general direction of the main road. "Head out like you're going to your cottage but don't turn up the hill. Keep going and you'll see it. It's an old green trailer back in the woods. I have no idea how she got a hook-up out there, but she swore she liked the solitude."

"Thank you," I said, dashing out. "Thank you for everything!"

Now, I know I should have gone back to the coffee shop, but the thing was, I knew that Stan and Fred were occupied. And if Stan and Fred were occupied, I knew there was not much danger of them interrupting me if I did a little breaking and entering. I snuck around back to get my bike, and then I headed out in the direction Wanda had pointed me to Georgia's home.

I didn't know what I would find there, but I figured there had to be something. Notes or manuscripts or maybe even a copy of the book. It was much farther than Wanda made it sound, but eventually, I came on it.

There was a dirt road, two tire tracks wide, which led to the trailer. The trailer had a green aluminum roof sticking out over a rotted wood carport. It was a single-wide vs. a double-wide. I pulled my bike up to the front and left it leaning against the railing. The whole place was wrapped in yellow, plastic "Police Line" tape. I ducked under, walked up the sagging wooden steps, and knocked on the flimsy metal screen door.

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