Mystery Night Murder by Leslie Langtry

Author:Leslie Langtry [Langtry, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2019-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

We moved quietly around the railing to Taylor's room and took up the same positions we had for our search of Enos's room. The bedroom was exactly the same, except that Taylor had filled her dresser and closet with clothes. As I went through it all, a little voice in the back of my brain insisted I was missing something.

I started back at the beginning and went through the room, slowly searching under and behind furniture, inside clothes pockets and bags in hopes of finding whatever it was. After a good twenty minutes, my search yielded nothing. A yawn broke out, and I realized I'd been up for a long time. My overactive imagination was most likely due to a lack of sleep.

Finally, Stacey and I retreated back to our seats near my room. The hall was quiet, but then again, it was getting late, so most people were probably sleeping. Still, I wasn't going anywhere. Just because everyone else was locked up, it didn't mean I shouldn't keep an eye open.

I used to be pretty good at stakeouts. And I could stay up all night if I had to—usually due to enough sugar to give an elephant the jitters. This sugar was loosely disguised as food. Something like cake or candy or in China once—chocolate-covered beetles. I washed those down with an energy drink, and if you had plugged me into a socket, I could have powered a small village for days.

The candy bars I'd swiped from Enos's room were calling to me. The problem with a sugar buzz that would kill a grown man was that eventually you came down and slid into a coma that lasted at least two days. I didn't have any time for that. I would need to stay up the old-fashioned way—talking.

"Stacey," I said. "What about Juliette?" There was a spike of adrenaline when I said her name out loud. Perfect!

The woman looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"What's she like?" I decided to go with.

Stacey took a deep breath. "She's okay. A bit gung ho and a smidge too obsessed with rules, but she loves her job and loves Girl Scouts."

"Does she get along with others?" I asked. "Other than me, I mean?"

She frowned for a moment. "Yes. I mean, if you don't do everything according to the book, she can freak out. But you'd have a hard time finding a better cheerleader for girls."

Did the Council not know how this woman had plagued me? And if not, was it even worth bringing up here? We did have bigger problems to deal with. Maybe I should bury the hatchet and act like nothing was wrong. After all, Juliette hadn't sniped at me once since I arrived.

"Oh!" The blonde's eyes grew wide. "You mean the fact that she hates you!"

I stood corrected. "Yes. Am I the only one?"

She shook her head. "No. Juliette hates you, and the Boy Scouts."

"Great," I mumbled.

"You certainly don't think she's the killer, do you? I can't even imagine that.

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