Cappuccinos, Cupcakes, and a Corpse (A Cape Bay Cafe Mystery Book 1) by Harper Lin Page A

with your dad’s house?” I asked.
    “I don’t know yet,” Matty said. “It’s paid for. I could sell it and put the money into my own place. Or I could take a cue from you and sell my place and move into his. It’d be nice to not have a mortgage.”
    “Hey! Then there’d be two young people on the street!”
    Matty laughed. “That is true.” We were walking up to his dad’s house. “You want to come in and see if we can find anything about that cell phone? There wasn’t one in his personal effects that they returned to me, so the old one or the new one’s got to be inside somewhere, right?”
    “Unless…” My newly discovered investigator’s mind went off.
    “Unless whoever killed him took it,” Matty finished. “Either way, we should find out.”
    I agreed, and we headed into Mr. Cardosi’s house to hunt for his cell phone or some evidence of it. Matty unlocked the door and flipped on the light. We stood in the foyer, taking in the space.
    “Where do we start?” I asked after a minute.
    “Anywhere we didn’t already look.” Matty looked around. “I’ll start with the bedroom. Do you want to come with me or look somewhere else?”
    I glanced around the entrance. “I’ll start out here.”
    “All righty,” Matty said and headed into Mr. Cardosi’s bedroom.
    A few jackets hung on hooks by the door, and a couple of shopping bags were on the floor beneath them. Wanting to start small, I stuck my hand in one of the jacket pockets and immediately closed it around a solid plastic rectangle. Not believing it could be that easy, I pulled my hand out slowly and turned the rectangle over. Sure enough, it was a brand-new smartphone. Not high-end but definitely a touch screen and definitely no antenna.
    “Matty?” I called.
    “Just a second, I’m just going through his nightstand.”
    “I found it.”
    There was a pause. “What?”
    “I found it.”
    Another pause. Matty appeared in the bedroom door, an incredulous look on his face. “You found it? Already? What, was it in the first place you looked?”
    I nodded, grinning. “Sure was!”
    Matty took the two steps over to me with his hand out. I handed him the phone. He looked at it slowly.
    “What do you know?” he said quietly. “He did buy one.”
    I wondered if it bothered him that his dad had bought a phone, supposedly so that he could text the woman he was dating, without breathing a word of it to Matty. He pushed the home button. Nothing happened. He pushed the power button. Nothing. He pushed it again, holding it down for several seconds. I saw his eyebrows go up, and he turned it around for me to see the screen light up.
    “He always kept the old one off too,” he said. “Said he wanted to make sure it was charged up in case he needed it in an emergency. I told him he could just charge it each night, but he thought that was ridiculous. ‘Batteries should last longer than that!’” Matty slipped into his impression of his dad again, even shaking his fist for good measure. He chuckled softly as he thought about his dad.
    I moved closer so we could look at the screen together. “Has he been texting anyone?” Since that was why he bought the phone, it seemed like the most obvious place to start.
    Matty opened the text messaging app. It was empty.
    “Call log?” I suggested.
    Matty fumbled around briefly, trying to figure out how to see the call history. It was a different model phone from his, and it wasn’t the most intuitive design. My phone was different too, so I wasn’t any help. Finally he found it. All the calls were to one number. Matty read it out loud.
    “Do you know whose number that is?” I asked.
    “Nope.”
    “Let’s call it!” I suggested.
    He looked at the time on the phone then looked at me. “It’s almost midnight.”
    “So that’s a no?” I tried to look as serious as possible even though I obviously knew it was way too late to call.
    Matty looked at me skeptically then laughed after he realized