Evelyn David - Sullivan Investigations 02 - Murder Takes the Cake by Evelyn David Page B
Authors: Evelyn David
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silk blouse. Around her waist she’d cinched a black leather belt to hide the fact the jacket was a little large. The four inch heels were already killing her feet and it wasn’t even noon yet. She’d left her jet-black hair in its normal spiked style, but she’d replaced her large hoop earrings with fake pearl studs and a matching double strand necklace.
“ You got one of those little hats with the black netting?” Edgar asked, waving one gnarled hand across his eyes showing where the netting would be.
“ Maybe.” She had seen one of those at the shop and thought about buying it. But she wasn’t about to take fashion advice from the old man. “Why?”
“ Widow’s weeds. You could get a job as an extra at O’Herlihy’s when Mac fires you. You know, as one of those paid mourners.” He chuckled, and then coughed. “They still have those?”
“ I don’t like you very much. If anyone is going to get fired around here, it’s going to be you. You were the one who was supposed to research Brian Crager. Instead, at the least, you let us get fooled by an imposter and at the most, let a killer escape.”
Whiskey barked and looked towards Edgar.
“I’m not the one who signed up a dead client and traded the services of this firm for a few turkeys and a percentage of nothing!”
Whiskey turned towards JJ and whined.
“Hey, don’t you start too. Who drove you through your favorite fast food place this morning?”
“ Now you’re bribing the dog so she’s on your side? Come here, girl!”
Whiskey looked from one to the other, then stood and walked into Mac ‘s office.
The door slammed.
JJ and Edgar both jumped.
They looked at each other, then the door.
“Did she just.…”
“ I’m not even going there,” Edgar mumbled. “Didn’t happen.”
JJ nodded. “Right. Let’s head over to the funeral home and check on Bridget.”
“ Fine.” Edgar drove his scooter over towards the outside door. “We’ll take my new van. It drives real nice in the snow.”
“ You bought a van? Since when?”
“ I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. A friend of my great nephew got me a deal. Has a lift and everything. After that problem at the turkey farm, I wasn’t going to rely on the church ladies anymore to get around. I needed my own wheels.”
“ Where did you get the money for something like that?”
“ I made some good investments this year.”
“ Horses?”
“ You betcha.” Edgar opened the door and banged the doorframe on the way out. “Load up that twitchy dog and let’s get a move on.”
***
“What did Jeff say?” Rachel wondered why she was so worried now. She was over 300 miles from home and definitely not making it into work on time, despite any objections her boss might have. Mac had volunteered to make the call from his room before joining her for breakfast.
Mac slid into a seat and picked up the menu. “He said it’s still snowing and that cotton was better than synthetic.”
“ Not about socks, about me missing work today, about Bridget, about the missing caskets, about the wedding.…”
“ We mostly stuck to the weather and socks. Have you ordered yet? I’m starving.”
“ Mac!” She was learning that Mr. Sullivan had a very dry sense of humor. He also didn’t like to open up about his personal life. “I ordered coffee and juice for starters. I was waiting for you to tell me if I still had a job, before I ordered any big ticket items.”
“ The price of coffee in this place looks like a big ticket item to me.”
“ What did Jeff really say?”
“ Jeff said the Laskys are messing with Kathleen’s wedding plans and he expects major warfare to break out any minute. He’s making sure Bridget stays within his sight at all times–and he’s not too happy I didn’t tell him about Bridget’s Boston problems. Better I don’t repeat his exact words. And yes, he understands that after your mugging, you deserve a day off. I lied and told him you have
“ You got one of those little hats with the black netting?” Edgar asked, waving one gnarled hand across his eyes showing where the netting would be.
“ Maybe.” She had seen one of those at the shop and thought about buying it. But she wasn’t about to take fashion advice from the old man. “Why?”
“ Widow’s weeds. You could get a job as an extra at O’Herlihy’s when Mac fires you. You know, as one of those paid mourners.” He chuckled, and then coughed. “They still have those?”
“ I don’t like you very much. If anyone is going to get fired around here, it’s going to be you. You were the one who was supposed to research Brian Crager. Instead, at the least, you let us get fooled by an imposter and at the most, let a killer escape.”
Whiskey barked and looked towards Edgar.
“I’m not the one who signed up a dead client and traded the services of this firm for a few turkeys and a percentage of nothing!”
Whiskey turned towards JJ and whined.
“Hey, don’t you start too. Who drove you through your favorite fast food place this morning?”
“ Now you’re bribing the dog so she’s on your side? Come here, girl!”
Whiskey looked from one to the other, then stood and walked into Mac ‘s office.
The door slammed.
JJ and Edgar both jumped.
They looked at each other, then the door.
“Did she just.…”
“ I’m not even going there,” Edgar mumbled. “Didn’t happen.”
JJ nodded. “Right. Let’s head over to the funeral home and check on Bridget.”
“ Fine.” Edgar drove his scooter over towards the outside door. “We’ll take my new van. It drives real nice in the snow.”
“ You bought a van? Since when?”
“ I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. A friend of my great nephew got me a deal. Has a lift and everything. After that problem at the turkey farm, I wasn’t going to rely on the church ladies anymore to get around. I needed my own wheels.”
“ Where did you get the money for something like that?”
“ I made some good investments this year.”
“ Horses?”
“ You betcha.” Edgar opened the door and banged the doorframe on the way out. “Load up that twitchy dog and let’s get a move on.”
***
“What did Jeff say?” Rachel wondered why she was so worried now. She was over 300 miles from home and definitely not making it into work on time, despite any objections her boss might have. Mac had volunteered to make the call from his room before joining her for breakfast.
Mac slid into a seat and picked up the menu. “He said it’s still snowing and that cotton was better than synthetic.”
“ Not about socks, about me missing work today, about Bridget, about the missing caskets, about the wedding.…”
“ We mostly stuck to the weather and socks. Have you ordered yet? I’m starving.”
“ Mac!” She was learning that Mr. Sullivan had a very dry sense of humor. He also didn’t like to open up about his personal life. “I ordered coffee and juice for starters. I was waiting for you to tell me if I still had a job, before I ordered any big ticket items.”
“ The price of coffee in this place looks like a big ticket item to me.”
“ What did Jeff really say?”
“ Jeff said the Laskys are messing with Kathleen’s wedding plans and he expects major warfare to break out any minute. He’s making sure Bridget stays within his sight at all times–and he’s not too happy I didn’t tell him about Bridget’s Boston problems. Better I don’t repeat his exact words. And yes, he understands that after your mugging, you deserve a day off. I lied and told him you have
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