you been holding back on me?”
“Because his heart is even more broken than mine.”
“Phooey,” Samantha insisted.
“I know. Just when you think it’s safe to stick your heart out again, the universe sends you an emotional ticking time bomb dressed up as a serious hunk.”
“Why does love have to be such a minefield sometimes?” Samantha asked.
“It beats me. I just know I’ll be approaching this man candy with extreme caution,” Daisy replied.
“Wise decision.” Samantha then transitioned. “So, how is the old sleuthing going at the office?”
“I only have one word to say about that,” Daisy replied.
“Egads?”
Daisy nodded. “So many suspects, such little time. I’m so glad I’m not a sleazy defense lawyer. Max sure had a way of making enemies.”
“You’re still no closer to finding out who did it then?” Samantha asked.
Just then Granny Annie invited herself into the conversation. “Have you looked into the zookeeper?”
“What?” Daisy replied.
“I told you, I’m practically turning into a Granny Gumshoe with all these mysteries I’ve been reading. And let me tell you, I just finished this book where the zookeeper did it. I never saw it coming. One minute he was feeding the kangaroos, then the next his shifty eyes exposed his lies. It blew my mind,” Granny Annie explained.
“There’s no zookeeper at work. It’s a law office,” Daisy said.
“Oh, right. Is there anyone that likes going to the zoo though?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” Daisy corrected.
“Drats. Well look, the point is that my opinion of who did it changes from scene to scene in these books anyway. It’s not my fault everyone looks so guilty,” Granny Annie replied.
Daisy sighed. “Tell me about it.”
“But Granny, remember this is a real murder investigation, not some book you’re reading,” Samantha insisted.
“What, you don’t think life can imitate art? Because let me tell you, some firemen came in here the other day that were just as hunky as the ones I read about in romance novels,” Granny Annie boasted.
Samantha’s eyes opened wide. “Granny.”
“Hey, I’m retired—not dead. As long as I still have a pulse, I’ll love a man in uniform,” Granny Annie declared.
Samantha chuckled.
Granny Annie continued. “Come to think of it Daisy, I think it would do you good to stop by the local firehouse. You might find yourself a uniformed surprise.”
“Wow, this conversation has sure taken a turn,” Daisy blushed.
“She does have a point,” Samantha teased.
Daisy stared her friend down. “Samantha.”
“What? I’m just saying. It wouldn’t hurt to expand your hunky horizons,” Samantha laughed.
Daisy was desperate to change the subject. “Can we get back to the murder investigation?”
“I told you, watch out for a dark horse suspect. Oh, and don’t beat yourself up if you don’t end up picking the right suspect. Everyone always guesses the wrong killer,” Granny Annie explained.
“A woman’s life is at stake. I can’t afford to get this wrong,” Daisy said.
“Oh. Well, it stinks to be you then. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pecan pie calling my name,” Granny Annie finished.
Chapter Fourteen
Daisy left the dessert shop with a full belly and delighted taste buds. As she approached her car in the parking lot however, a rotund surprise was waiting for her.
Detective Crumple had parked right beside Daisy and seemed to be waiting for her to come out. His grizzled detective stare was once again undermined by the remains of another pastry. This time brownie crumbs seemed to be the culprit, lodging in Crumple’s beard like it was a bird’s nest.
The detective took another slurp of his mega-sized coffee and addressed Daisy. “Ms. McDare, I need to talk to you for a minute.”
“Have you been waiting out
“Because his heart is even more broken than mine.”
“Phooey,” Samantha insisted.
“I know. Just when you think it’s safe to stick your heart out again, the universe sends you an emotional ticking time bomb dressed up as a serious hunk.”
“Why does love have to be such a minefield sometimes?” Samantha asked.
“It beats me. I just know I’ll be approaching this man candy with extreme caution,” Daisy replied.
“Wise decision.” Samantha then transitioned. “So, how is the old sleuthing going at the office?”
“I only have one word to say about that,” Daisy replied.
“Egads?”
Daisy nodded. “So many suspects, such little time. I’m so glad I’m not a sleazy defense lawyer. Max sure had a way of making enemies.”
“You’re still no closer to finding out who did it then?” Samantha asked.
Just then Granny Annie invited herself into the conversation. “Have you looked into the zookeeper?”
“What?” Daisy replied.
“I told you, I’m practically turning into a Granny Gumshoe with all these mysteries I’ve been reading. And let me tell you, I just finished this book where the zookeeper did it. I never saw it coming. One minute he was feeding the kangaroos, then the next his shifty eyes exposed his lies. It blew my mind,” Granny Annie explained.
“There’s no zookeeper at work. It’s a law office,” Daisy said.
“Oh, right. Is there anyone that likes going to the zoo though?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” Daisy corrected.
“Drats. Well look, the point is that my opinion of who did it changes from scene to scene in these books anyway. It’s not my fault everyone looks so guilty,” Granny Annie replied.
Daisy sighed. “Tell me about it.”
“But Granny, remember this is a real murder investigation, not some book you’re reading,” Samantha insisted.
“What, you don’t think life can imitate art? Because let me tell you, some firemen came in here the other day that were just as hunky as the ones I read about in romance novels,” Granny Annie boasted.
Samantha’s eyes opened wide. “Granny.”
“Hey, I’m retired—not dead. As long as I still have a pulse, I’ll love a man in uniform,” Granny Annie declared.
Samantha chuckled.
Granny Annie continued. “Come to think of it Daisy, I think it would do you good to stop by the local firehouse. You might find yourself a uniformed surprise.”
“Wow, this conversation has sure taken a turn,” Daisy blushed.
“She does have a point,” Samantha teased.
Daisy stared her friend down. “Samantha.”
“What? I’m just saying. It wouldn’t hurt to expand your hunky horizons,” Samantha laughed.
Daisy was desperate to change the subject. “Can we get back to the murder investigation?”
“I told you, watch out for a dark horse suspect. Oh, and don’t beat yourself up if you don’t end up picking the right suspect. Everyone always guesses the wrong killer,” Granny Annie explained.
“A woman’s life is at stake. I can’t afford to get this wrong,” Daisy said.
“Oh. Well, it stinks to be you then. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pecan pie calling my name,” Granny Annie finished.
Chapter Fourteen
Daisy left the dessert shop with a full belly and delighted taste buds. As she approached her car in the parking lot however, a rotund surprise was waiting for her.
Detective Crumple had parked right beside Daisy and seemed to be waiting for her to come out. His grizzled detective stare was once again undermined by the remains of another pastry. This time brownie crumbs seemed to be the culprit, lodging in Crumple’s beard like it was a bird’s nest.
The detective took another slurp of his mega-sized coffee and addressed Daisy. “Ms. McDare, I need to talk to you for a minute.”
“Have you been waiting out
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