Blown To Pieces (PTO Murder Club Mystery Book 2) by Katie Graykowski
Authors: Katie Graykowski
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Neighbors about Big Tommy? Apparently the Junior League staffs the food pantry.”
Haley knew my past with Phyllis—heck, all of Lakeside knew my past with Phyllis.
“Will do.” Haley picked up the crime scene photos and went through them. “There’s not a lot left.”
“No.” Monica drummed her fingers on my kitchen tabletop. “I can’t wait to hear what Ben found out.”
“Speaking of that, I think we should keep our murder board secret until we see if we can trust him.”
Monica pulled a Sharpie out of her messenger bag and wrote what little we knew about Big Tommy on the board. “I don’t think we need to Velco the pics to the board. We’ll just lock them away with the board.”
“Too bad we can’t check his house.” You could tell so much about a person by the things they had in their house. I looked around. What did my house say about me?
“What about the restaurant?” Haley pointed at the murder board with her glass. “We should check out the restaurant.”
In the lower left-hand corner of the murder board, Monica made a to-do list.
“How about we go to the restaurant tomorrow after work?” Haley nodded toward the kids. “I’ll have Anise pick them up and take them to the park. The restaurant has been closed since Big Tommy died, but my neighbor two doors down told me that the spare key is hidden in a fake rock.”
“A convenient way in.” I looked at Monica, who was on her phone checking her calendar. I wondered if maybe I should check my calendar, but there was never anything on it, so why waste the energy?
“Works for me.” Monica put her phone down. “Maybe we’ll find a list called ‘People Who Want to Murder Me’ in his desk drawer.”
“Think he knew someone was out to get him?” Was anyone still out to get me? Should I make a list called “People Who Want to Murder Me”?
There was a knock on my front door.
Monica stacked all of the information we had on Big Tommy, folded the murder board, and stuffed it all in the cabinet I kept locked.
I answered the door.
Ben stood there holding a brown cardboard Whole Foods bakery box. The man knew how to make amends.
“Dessert.” He extended the box toward me. “Chantilly Cake. It’s white cake with mascarpone and whipped cream frosting.”
“Yum.” Was cake from Whole Foods healthier than other cake? I took the box and stepped to the side, letting him in. “Everyone’s in the kitchen.”
He leaned in to hug me. I tried to step back, but the open door was in my way, so I stood there trying not to drop the cake as he wrapped his arms around me. It was awkward.
Ben finally pulled away, and by the sad look on his face, I could tell he’d felt how much I didn’t want the hug.
“It’s good to see you.” He turned to the living room. “Hey, Max.”
Max waved without taking his eyes off of the Xbox.
Ben followed me into the kitchen. I put the bakery box down on the table and nodded to the open chair next to Monica.
“Have you eaten?” I asked Ben over my shoulder as I gathered clean plates and forks.
“Yes.” He took the seat next to Monica.
I stacked the forks on top of the plates and set them next to the cake. I cut everyone a slice, plated the slices, and handed them around. Haley delivered cake to the kids.
I took the seat on the other side of Ben, and his smile doubled in wattage.
“So, what did you find?” Monica sat forward and didn’t seem interested in her cake.
Who wasn’t interested in cake?
Ben worked his smartphone out of his back jeans pocket and pulled up pictures. “It’s hard to tell for sure because of all of the debris, but it looks like the blast was focused toward the front of the house.” He handed Monica his phone so she could look at the pictures.
She nodded. “I see what you mean about the debris, but there’s clearly more at the front of the house than the sides and back.”
She handed him the phone back, but not before forwarding the pics to her own
Haley knew my past with Phyllis—heck, all of Lakeside knew my past with Phyllis.
“Will do.” Haley picked up the crime scene photos and went through them. “There’s not a lot left.”
“No.” Monica drummed her fingers on my kitchen tabletop. “I can’t wait to hear what Ben found out.”
“Speaking of that, I think we should keep our murder board secret until we see if we can trust him.”
Monica pulled a Sharpie out of her messenger bag and wrote what little we knew about Big Tommy on the board. “I don’t think we need to Velco the pics to the board. We’ll just lock them away with the board.”
“Too bad we can’t check his house.” You could tell so much about a person by the things they had in their house. I looked around. What did my house say about me?
“What about the restaurant?” Haley pointed at the murder board with her glass. “We should check out the restaurant.”
In the lower left-hand corner of the murder board, Monica made a to-do list.
“How about we go to the restaurant tomorrow after work?” Haley nodded toward the kids. “I’ll have Anise pick them up and take them to the park. The restaurant has been closed since Big Tommy died, but my neighbor two doors down told me that the spare key is hidden in a fake rock.”
“A convenient way in.” I looked at Monica, who was on her phone checking her calendar. I wondered if maybe I should check my calendar, but there was never anything on it, so why waste the energy?
“Works for me.” Monica put her phone down. “Maybe we’ll find a list called ‘People Who Want to Murder Me’ in his desk drawer.”
“Think he knew someone was out to get him?” Was anyone still out to get me? Should I make a list called “People Who Want to Murder Me”?
There was a knock on my front door.
Monica stacked all of the information we had on Big Tommy, folded the murder board, and stuffed it all in the cabinet I kept locked.
I answered the door.
Ben stood there holding a brown cardboard Whole Foods bakery box. The man knew how to make amends.
“Dessert.” He extended the box toward me. “Chantilly Cake. It’s white cake with mascarpone and whipped cream frosting.”
“Yum.” Was cake from Whole Foods healthier than other cake? I took the box and stepped to the side, letting him in. “Everyone’s in the kitchen.”
He leaned in to hug me. I tried to step back, but the open door was in my way, so I stood there trying not to drop the cake as he wrapped his arms around me. It was awkward.
Ben finally pulled away, and by the sad look on his face, I could tell he’d felt how much I didn’t want the hug.
“It’s good to see you.” He turned to the living room. “Hey, Max.”
Max waved without taking his eyes off of the Xbox.
Ben followed me into the kitchen. I put the bakery box down on the table and nodded to the open chair next to Monica.
“Have you eaten?” I asked Ben over my shoulder as I gathered clean plates and forks.
“Yes.” He took the seat next to Monica.
I stacked the forks on top of the plates and set them next to the cake. I cut everyone a slice, plated the slices, and handed them around. Haley delivered cake to the kids.
I took the seat on the other side of Ben, and his smile doubled in wattage.
“So, what did you find?” Monica sat forward and didn’t seem interested in her cake.
Who wasn’t interested in cake?
Ben worked his smartphone out of his back jeans pocket and pulled up pictures. “It’s hard to tell for sure because of all of the debris, but it looks like the blast was focused toward the front of the house.” He handed Monica his phone so she could look at the pictures.
She nodded. “I see what you mean about the debris, but there’s clearly more at the front of the house than the sides and back.”
She handed him the phone back, but not before forwarding the pics to her own
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