Waking Up Wicked by Etta Faire

Author:Etta Faire [Faire, Etta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book One
Published: 2019-10-12T22:00:00+00:00

No wonder this place looked like a prepper’s dream. Obviously, Vernon knew his marketing. After the speakers finished and people began lining up to pay their respects to the deceased, I caught up with Tracey, who was busy exchanging numbers with someone who looked like Bruce Springsteen circa 1985. I pulled her away, and we got in line together.

“Which one’s Patsy?” I asked. “Is she part of the family standing around the casket?”

“Yeah,” Tracey said. “She’s the short one at the end.”

I stood on my toes and tried to see who she was talking about. A squatty woman with camouflage pants and a baseball cap. Not exactly what I expected the deceased’s daughter to look like at a funeral.

Patsy smiled as someone hugged her, and I saw the resemblance to Earl right away, only she was missing more than a few teeth. I immediately understood why she hated her dad and his new wife. Where Judith was wealthy, Patsy seemed anything but. Where Judith led an easy life, Patsy probably hadn’t.

And I didn’t understand it. If Earl had been so rich, why didn’t he pay to help his daughter fix her teeth? Poor thing.

I looked over at Judith in her gorgeous designer dress, which she definitely didn’t get off the rack at the mall, and I started to hope Patsy did kill her dad. Not only that, I hoped she was about to get a ton in life insurance and an inheritance. I also wanted her to get away with the murder. “Go buy yourself a dentist,” I thought.

A large cross hung on the wall above the closed casket, and I immediately felt awful for thinking that. Church is a sad place to remember you’re an evil person.

When it was my turn to offer my condolences, Judith looked right through me like she had no idea who I was. Of course, Dirk was by her side, the lost puppy waiting for attention.

“Hi, again. Just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for your loss,” I said to Judith, gesturing around at the crowd. “It’s nice to see how many people loved Earl, though. How many lives he clearly touched.”

Dirk smirked. “If only they were here for Earl. Do you know how many autographs Judith has had to sign already? Her poor hand is tired.”

Judith ignored him and smiled. “Thank you,” she said to me.

I wanted to ask her more about the paper Earl had showed her the day before his death, but it seemed tacky to do it here, at his funeral. Still, I was here for a reason, and it wasn’t because I liked the deceased. I leaned into Judith as we shook hands.

“I was thinking about that paper Earl showed you the day of the baseball bat. Why was Earl so mad about it again?”

She turned her head to the side. “Why?”

I tried to think of a reason.

Judith didn’t wait for me. She went on. “I’m not sure how it proves anything one way or the other, though.

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