Bed & Breakfast Bedlam (A Logan Dickerson Cozy Mystery Book 1) by Abby L. Vandiver Page A

here?”
    “Yeah, but I thought you meant the real
north. Like Ohio.” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
    “Can you take me over to see him?” she
asked.
    “On a Sunday?”
    “You think the Sheriff’s office takes a
day off?”
    “Sure,” I agreed. “I’ll take you.”
    Anything to get out of this closet.
    “Are we telling Renmar the truth about
where we’re going?” I asked.
    “Of course not.” She groped around and
found my arm and patted it. “But you leave the lying up to me.”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay,” she repeated. “Now when we go out,
just act natural.”
    Right.
    I turned the knob and opened the door, my
eyes adjusting back to the sudden flood of light saw a large figure standing in
front of me. Turning my face to the side, squinting, I saw out of the corner of
my eye that the big, looming figure was Bay. He had that stupid smirk smeared
across his face.
    Crap.
    “What are you doing in the closet?” he
asked.
    “I was in there with Miss Vivee,” I said
in my defense.
    Didn’t he see her?
    “Hello, Grandson.”
    “Hello, Grandmother. Aren’t you looking
lovely today?”
    “Thank you,” she said and wrapped her hand
around his arm. “Logan was giving me a little training,” she said.
    “Training?” Bay looked at me questioningly.
    “Yes, dear. You know for when I help her
with her work. She said that I might have to go inside of caves and down
through tunnels.” She was making gestures with her free hand. “It’ll be very
dark in those places. So she said I needed to get used to being in small, dark
spaces.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Quite ingenious, don’t you think?
Making me stand in the closet.”
    How does she come up with these things?
    “Ingenious isn’t the word I’d use,
Grandmother.” He gave me a scowl.
    “That is not why we were in that
closet,” I said.
    “Then what were you doing in there with my
grandmother?” he asked.
    According to Miss Vivee I couldn’t tell
him the truth. So I said nothing. Clearly my imagination wasn’t as advanced as
Miss Vivee’s.
    “Are you okay?” Bay asked his grandmother.
    “Oh yes, dear,” she said as they walked
away. “I just feel a little faint.”
    She turned back and winked at me.
    He turned back and mouthed something that
looked like “You are sooo going to jail.”
    Oh crap.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twenty
     
    Colin Pritchard, good looking man that he
was, looked even better in his civvies.
    After we got rid of Bay, which took the
better part of an hour, I drove Miss Vivee to the Sheriff’s office to find
Colin. She had packed foot soak powder for the Sheriff’s injury, and some salve
for Colin’s hand. She’d made both from roots and leaves. I didn’t understand
why she couldn’t just go to Hadley’s and get a tube of Bacitracin for each of
them.
    And in addition of the salve, she also was
packing a slew of questions for Colin. But we soon found that he wasn’t at the
Sheriff’s office. He was going on a fishing trip for the next three days.
    How do you go fishing in the middle of a
murder investigation?
    But of course Colin not being at the
office didn’t put a dent in Miss Vivee’s sail. We left the healing powder for
the Sheriff, and then drove to Colin’s house. And I’m sure if he hadn’t of been
there, we would have gone on our own fishing trip to find him.
    When we arrived at his house, a small
white, one story, we found him loading up his black pick-up truck. He had on a
pair of straight legged jeans and a light blue denim shirt that looked like it
was made for him. With looks like his, I was thinking that I could look past
the “he’s so dumb” part. Although, the jury was still out on that one for me
anyway. Who lets a man, without some level of intelligence, be a deputy? Maybe
Miss Vivee over exaggerated about his lack of mental capabilities.
    I was willing to take a chance. And I
knew, that would make my daddy happy – me giving Colin a chance. I needed to
use