Pillow Stalk (A Mad for Mod Mystery) by Vallere Diane

Author:Vallere, Diane [Vallere, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Humor, british mysteries, fashion mystery, mid-century modern, mystery novels, cozy mystery, english mysteries, murder mystery, Women Sleuths, chick lit, humorous mystery, female sleuths, mystery books, Amateur Sleuth, doris day, Romantic Comedy, traditional mystery, Mystery Series
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2014-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

“Ma’am, it’s for your own good. Come with me and I’ll get you a cup of coffee while we wait for the Lieutenant.”

“No. The Lieutenant has me confused with someone else, and I want to go home now.” I unlocked the parking brake and put the car in drive. The car jerked but didn’t move. I checked the brake and the gears and tried again. The same thing happened.

The officer again rapped his knuckles on my window. “Ma’am, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’re goin’ to ruin a nice set of tires and these ones here are expensive.”

I rolled the window down completely and hung my head out. Sure enough, an orange boot was locked on my rear tire. “You already know I don’t have any outstanding parking tickets.”

The officer tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a smile.

“There has to be some kind of law against that,” I added.

“Yep, there probably is.”

“Then unlock it and let me go.”

A black Jeep swung into the lot, Tex behind the wheel. He parked in front of the Explorer and hopped out. He flashed a badge.

“What’s going on here, Officer?”

“Lieutenant Allen? This here’s the car you wanted us to hold up, right?”

“This one? Nah, it’s a different one. You can go ahead and take the boot off now.”

The young officer unlocked the orange contraption with an ear to ear smile on his face. Now that Tex’s Jeep blocked my exit, I was as trapped as before.

Tex leaned his elbows on the now-open door window and rested his chin on his crossed wrists. His light blue eyes drilled into me. I matched his stare with my own but it didn’t matter. We were on his turf.

“Night, this is for your own good. Get out of your car, get whatever you need, and I’ll take you home.”

“And then what happens? I can’t leave my apartment? I’m trapped and out of your way? I don’t think so.”

He opened his fist and dangled a set of keys in front of me. “There’s another rental waiting for you at your building. I’ll return this one tomorrow. I don’t think it’s wise for you to drive around in this car if—” he stopped talking.

“If the killer saw me get into it and knows how to find me,” I finished for him.

“Did he?”

“I think so.”

“We need to talk, Night. I need to know what you know because you know something.”

“I want to go home.”

“Get into my Jeep.”

I clipped the frayed leash onto Rocky’s collar and reluctantly got out of the truck. We walked toward Tex’s Jeep, me favoring my knee. I got into the black vehicle and rubbed my hands over the swollen joint. It was the second time I’d been chauffeured by Tex in a week and the circumstances hadn’t improved.

He spoke to the young officer briefly and joined me in the car. I would have been very happy with silence but it was not to be so.

“Why did you go back to Thelma Johnson’s house, Night?” he asked as we pulled onto Turtle Creek Boulevard.

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