The Magic of Murder by Susan Lynn Solomon

Author:Susan Lynn Solomon [Solomon, Susan Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B015OQO5LO
Goodreads: 27276636
Publisher: Solstice Shadows
Published: 2015-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

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I leaned heavily on my crutches when I hobbled to the kitchen table. Rebecca and Roger wanted me to stay off my feet, so they bickered a bit about which of them would pull out the dishes and flatware. Normally, I’m a purist where Chinese food is concerned, by which I mean I insist on using chopsticks. Not this night, though. I was so hungry, even a fork couldn’t shovel the food into my mouth fast enough.

It seemed as though Elvira couldn’t eat fast enough, either. Her rear end wiggled as she gulped the Cat Chow from her bowl.

While we ate, the conversation turned to Jimmy Osborn’s death. As I recall, I led it there. I hoped if I learned the facts the police knew about the murder, with Rebecca’s help I might put an end to the insanity before the rest of my body got fried.

“In my experience,” Roger said, “the motive for most murders comes down to one thing: passion. Love, hate, a lust for money. Look behind the violence, you’ll find love, hate, or greed.”

“Where does Jimmy fit into that picture?” I asked.

“Ah, the Final Jeopardy question.”

“Can’t see behind your neighbor’s Venetian blinds,” I said.

Rebecca put down her fork and dabbed her napkin at her lips. “Not in the usual way.” She rose from the table. “More tea, anyone?”

I lifted my cup.

Roger covered his cup with his hand. “At this point, I’d even take a hint from what your voodoo chants turn up.”

“What does Woody think?” I asked. To Rebecca, I explained, “That’s Harry Woodward, Roger’s boss.”

She nodded.

Elvira glanced up then returned to her meal.

Running a hand through his brown locks, Roger said, “I expected Woody to be all over this, a real hound dog. After all, one of his men got killed.”

“He isn’t?” Rebecca asked.

“Doesn’t seem to be. It isn’t only me he won’t let work the case, it’s all the guys. He says we’re all too close to it.” Roger rubbed his chin. “It’s like he suspects one of us did it.”

“Is that possible?” I asked.

“I know I didn’t. The others? No matter how I try, I can’t see a motive.”

“Eight bullets in the chest,” I said. “Someone really had it in for Jimmy.”

“His wife?” Rebecca asked. I supposed she was thinking about the message Marge left on my phone, and believed it sounded like a warning. She didn’t know Marge. The girl I grew up with got queasy when aliens were zapped in sci-fi movies.

Before I could disabuse her of the idea, Roger said, “Nah, I don’t see it. Jimmy was crazy about her. Told me he was saving up to take a trip to Mexico. A second honeymoon, he said.”

“So that leaves?” I asked.

“I’m stumped.” Roger admitted. “If Woody’s working the case, he’s doing it alone and keeping everything very close to the vest. He got a call yesterday and went out for about an hour. That gave me a chance to sneak a peek at his file. Practically nothing in it.”

Again, Elvira’s head came up from her bowl.

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