The Ripple Effect Cozy Mystery Boxed Set, Books 1-3 by Jeanne Glidewell

Author:Jeanne Glidewell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2019-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

"Fine detective work, my dear Watson," Rip remarked after I'd told him about our encounter with Mack Schilling. Naturally, my description of our interaction with him was abbreviated, omitting the part of being ordered off his property following my rash accusation and the ensuing accidental well-casing avalanche. What Rip didn't know wouldn't hurt me. He flashed me an endearing smile and added, "Now I remember why I love you so much."

"Oh? So it's not my penchant for getting thrown in the slammer?"

"Not hardly. You spent too much time with Lexie Starr, and her impulsiveness rubbed off on you, I'm afraid. But despite your aggravating habit of being over-the-top lackadaisical about the risky situations you get in the middle of, and being too set in your ways, there's still no other woman in the world I'd rather share the rest of my life with."

"Same here, honey." I leaned over to kiss Rip, convinced Regina had not already spilled the beans. I was thankful Rip had gotten over his little snit. He'd always been the type of person who couldn't stay mad at someone for very long. He certainly never held a grudge, as I have been known to do.

Rip and I were sprawled out on the couch in front of the television with my head nestled into the crook of his arm. On TV was an old rerun of Family Feud, from back when Richard Dawson was the host. We'd finally upgraded to a thirty-two inch flat screen the previous winter, even though I was reluctant to spend money on a new one when the old twenty-inch model still had a pixilated, but visible, display. Rip's persuasive pitch for a better television finally won me over. He'd hung it on the wall, and I had to admit it was nice to have the extra room in the living area. A crystal clear picture with which I could actually distinguish between John Wayne and Betty White was handy too.

Deep in thought, Rip caressed my back for a few moments before saying, "It certainly sounds like Mack Schilling had a motive and the temper to go along with it. You didn't happen to get a chance to ask him about his whereabouts Saturday afternoon, did you?"

"No. It was the next question I'd hoped to ask. But something came up and we weren't able to continue the conversation. And I'm sure he'd have clammed up and refused to respond even if I had."

"Hmmm. Is the iPad handy?"

"Yes it really is. Very handy, in fact. I find myself using it all the time now to research information about something, or someone. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been able to find out—" I shut up when I realized he was staring at me like three or four marbles had just escaped my head via my right ear. "Oh! Did you mean, 'Is it where I can retrieve it easily'?"

At Rip's nod and disrespectful, "Duh," I stood to pick it up off the kitchen table.

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