Trash To Treasure Crafting 1 - Murder at Honeysuckle Hotel by Rose Pressey

Author:Rose Pressey [Pressey, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, rose pressey, crafting mystery, amateur sleuth, cozy mystery, women sleuth, mysteries
Publisher: Rose Pressey
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“Why am I not surprised? That sounds like a direct quote. Who said that?”

She didn’t answer.

“I know someone said that,” I pushed.

She paused again, then finally she answered. “Nick Franklin.”

“Well, I should have guessed that one. He is the biggest gossip. He needs to stick to giving those awful haircuts. So do you think Kent thinks that?”

“No, I don’t think he thinks that at all.”

“It just makes me so mad. Kent couldn’t think I’d murder anyone, could he? Plus, I wouldn’t have any reason to. He knows that.”

“I wish everyone else knew that,” Claire Ann said.

“They make me so angry. I could have a reason to do something to the—.”

“Let’s change the subject,” Claire Ann said.

Was she hiding something from me? Not telling me something? She didn’t usually want to change the subject—I was the one always asking for that.

“So tell me about your guest,” she said.

“He’s a bit strange.”

“Maybe I shouldn't have talked you into this.”

“You didn’t talk me into it. I wanted to. Plus, what else am I going to do?” I turned onto my side. “Speaking of guest, I need to get the continental breakfast out there. I thought I heard steps; he may be awake.”

“I didn’t think you were doing breakfast.”

“Just muffins or doughnuts. It can’t hurt, right? I need all the help I can get with this guest. He already thinks I’m crazy. I don’t want to give him any other reason to think that. I’ll see you at work, okay?”

She paused. Was there something she didn’t want to tell me? She definitely had a secret. I could read her like a book.

“Is there something else going on?” I asked.

“No, no, nothing.” She paused again. “I’ll see you at work, Rae. Be careful.”

In our neck of the woods when someone told you to be careful, it was like saying ‘take care’ or ‘have a great day.’ But for me, I think she really meant the words.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” I hung up the phone still feeling something was off. Claire Ann always told me everything. She had a hard time keeping anything from me. I’d forgotten to ask about her date. She wouldn’t get off that easy, though. I’d ask later.

I rolled off the bed and put on my old tattered pink bathrobe. I shuffled into my fuzzy bunny slippers and staggered across the room to the closet. With sleep still in my eyes, I stumbled into the bathroom.

A night of tossing and turning had left my hair a tangled mess. If nothing else, I could scare the killer away. Worry had kept me awake. It was downright insane of me to think I could run a hotel. What had I been thinking? I sighed and slumped my shoulders at the thought.

A few minutes later, I emerged feeling somewhat awake. I’d slipped into my green Capri pants, white tank top and slipped on my sandals. As I dabbed on a bit of lip gloss and mascara, my mind wandered to Claire Ann. What was it she wasn’t telling me? Claire Ann was a great friend.

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