Evelyn David - Sullivan Investigations 02 - Murder Takes the Cake by Evelyn David Page A
Authors: Evelyn David
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I could use something.” He wandered into the kitchen and approached the refrigerator. Snickers glared down at him from atop the appliance.
“ Relax, Whiskey didn’t come with me.”
The cat leaped to the floor and started out of the room.
“Not hungry? I’ve been known to drop things when I cook.”
At the word ‘hungry’ the cat stopped, then turned her head back towards him.
He pretended not to notice. “Let’s see mustard, bologna, cheese, pickles, lettuce.…”
By the time he had the ingredients for his sandwich on the countertop, Snickers was sitting at his feet, waiting.
“Can’t just wait for something to happen, Snickers. You have to make it happen.” He tore up a slice of the lunchmeat and put it in the cat’s bowl. “That advice goes for me too.”
Mac took a bite of his sandwich as he watched the cat eat. “Might be time for a quick trip to Boston.”
“ When do we leave?” Rachel, dressed in blue jeans and a Penn sweatshirt, arms crossed, smiled at him from the doorway.
He swallowed. No more delaying. It was past time for him to make a move. “We could start tonight.”
Chapter 8
“ I haven’t done anything this crazy since.…” Rachel had to think about it. “Since the last road trip I took with you.”
Mac shifted in the passenger seat of Rachel ‘s Jeep. “Those other trips weren’t really road trips. Not in the true sense of the word. They were ‘excursions’. Anything less than 200 miles is just an excursion.”
“ Is that straight out of some detective’s manual? Or did you just make that up on the spot?”
“ Hey! That’s one of those known facts of life.”
“ Maybe a fact in Mac Sullivan’s life, not mine. Where did you grow up?”
“ D.C.–I thought you knew that.”
“ How would I know that?”
“ I figured Jeff would have mentioned it.”
“ You mean when Jeff and I talk about you?”
“ Yeah. During embalming and stuff.”
“ We don’t talk that much about you, even during embalmings, much less during stuff.”
“ That’s strange.”
She laughed. “I get my best information from Jeff’s wife.”
“ Kathleen?” Mac sighed. “She’s kind of biased; thinks I get Jeff into trouble. That I take advantage of our friendship. Don’t pay too much attention to what she says.”
“ She thinks you’re a wonderful man. Smart, caring, and with a big heart.”
“ Like I said, Kathleen really knows me.”
“ Tell me something Kathleen doesn’t know.”
“ I need to buy new socks. And you need to take the next turn. Let’s see if we can find some place to fill up. You want to get a room?”
“ Rooms. Plural. And you’re trying to distract me from my mission. It won’t work.”
“ I thought the mission was to get to Boston and find out who was threatening Bridget.”
“ That’s your mission. Mine is to investigate Mac Sullivan–the man behind the P.I. badge.”
“ I don’t have a badge.”
“ See, I’m learning new things already. What kind of socks are you looking for?”
***
“Like I told you on the phone when I asked you to come in, Mac left me in charge until he gets back tomorrow,” JJ announced to the man and the Irish wolfhound sitting in front of her desk. “He’s in Boston checking out the police corruption Bridget was involved in. We’re supposed to work on the turkey farm murder and try to keep tabs on Bridget without being too obvious about it. He also wants you to finish up that background check on Joshua Lasky.”
Edgar and the dog stared at her.
“What?” She didn’t need to ask why they were staring at her. After Mac’s order to change her wardrobe, she’d visited a consignment shop. Currently she was wearing a circa 1930s, knockoff, Chanel suit. Even though she’d had to re-sew the seams, the old suit had still cost her more money than she was comfortable spending–especially just to make a point. It was black wool with gold metal buttons. She’d added a white
“ Relax, Whiskey didn’t come with me.”
The cat leaped to the floor and started out of the room.
“Not hungry? I’ve been known to drop things when I cook.”
At the word ‘hungry’ the cat stopped, then turned her head back towards him.
He pretended not to notice. “Let’s see mustard, bologna, cheese, pickles, lettuce.…”
By the time he had the ingredients for his sandwich on the countertop, Snickers was sitting at his feet, waiting.
“Can’t just wait for something to happen, Snickers. You have to make it happen.” He tore up a slice of the lunchmeat and put it in the cat’s bowl. “That advice goes for me too.”
Mac took a bite of his sandwich as he watched the cat eat. “Might be time for a quick trip to Boston.”
“ When do we leave?” Rachel, dressed in blue jeans and a Penn sweatshirt, arms crossed, smiled at him from the doorway.
He swallowed. No more delaying. It was past time for him to make a move. “We could start tonight.”
Chapter 8
“ I haven’t done anything this crazy since.…” Rachel had to think about it. “Since the last road trip I took with you.”
Mac shifted in the passenger seat of Rachel ‘s Jeep. “Those other trips weren’t really road trips. Not in the true sense of the word. They were ‘excursions’. Anything less than 200 miles is just an excursion.”
“ Is that straight out of some detective’s manual? Or did you just make that up on the spot?”
“ Hey! That’s one of those known facts of life.”
“ Maybe a fact in Mac Sullivan’s life, not mine. Where did you grow up?”
“ D.C.–I thought you knew that.”
“ How would I know that?”
“ I figured Jeff would have mentioned it.”
“ You mean when Jeff and I talk about you?”
“ Yeah. During embalming and stuff.”
“ We don’t talk that much about you, even during embalmings, much less during stuff.”
“ That’s strange.”
She laughed. “I get my best information from Jeff’s wife.”
“ Kathleen?” Mac sighed. “She’s kind of biased; thinks I get Jeff into trouble. That I take advantage of our friendship. Don’t pay too much attention to what she says.”
“ She thinks you’re a wonderful man. Smart, caring, and with a big heart.”
“ Like I said, Kathleen really knows me.”
“ Tell me something Kathleen doesn’t know.”
“ I need to buy new socks. And you need to take the next turn. Let’s see if we can find some place to fill up. You want to get a room?”
“ Rooms. Plural. And you’re trying to distract me from my mission. It won’t work.”
“ I thought the mission was to get to Boston and find out who was threatening Bridget.”
“ That’s your mission. Mine is to investigate Mac Sullivan–the man behind the P.I. badge.”
“ I don’t have a badge.”
“ See, I’m learning new things already. What kind of socks are you looking for?”
***
“Like I told you on the phone when I asked you to come in, Mac left me in charge until he gets back tomorrow,” JJ announced to the man and the Irish wolfhound sitting in front of her desk. “He’s in Boston checking out the police corruption Bridget was involved in. We’re supposed to work on the turkey farm murder and try to keep tabs on Bridget without being too obvious about it. He also wants you to finish up that background check on Joshua Lasky.”
Edgar and the dog stared at her.
“What?” She didn’t need to ask why they were staring at her. After Mac’s order to change her wardrobe, she’d visited a consignment shop. Currently she was wearing a circa 1930s, knockoff, Chanel suit. Even though she’d had to re-sew the seams, the old suit had still cost her more money than she was comfortable spending–especially just to make a point. It was black wool with gold metal buttons. She’d added a white
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