MURDER IN THE SPOTLIGHT (Food Truck Mysteries Book 2) by Chloe Kendrick Page A
Authors: Chloe Kendrick
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she got me a spot on the show. And it was working too. Sales were way up at the truck. It was amazing how much business jumped after I put up a sign saying that I was on the show.”
I nodded, knowing that I’d gotten new customers from my own sign with the oversized photo of Johnny Ruck. People had stopped by just to ask about the show. Now they were coming around wanting to know who had killed two people on set. Still, any publicity is good publicity.
“So what will happen now?” I asked. I wondered if Marsha had tilted the scales in his favor at any point in the competition. It didn’t bother me much, since we were still in the running, but I wondered how Betty would react to the news. She’d be furious to learn that Anthony’s bagel truck had illegally joined the contest. I could imagine the fit she would throw if she learned of the deceit.
“Nothing that I know of. She didn’t cut me any favors in the competition. She just got me in the door. So the show will go on, I guess.” Anthony looked genuinely sad, and I had a hard time believing that he’d killed his niece.
Someone shouted Anthony’s name and he turned. “I have to get going now. Even though Marsha was based in Los Angeles these days, her family is still from Capital City. So we’re having a thing back at our house.”
I noticed that we were not invited to the family event at the house. I could understand that, and I didn’t want to push. Anthony walked off and I looked at Land. “So what do you think?”
He shrugged and started walking toward the car. “I’m going to reserve judgment until we learn more. I’m not going to force the information to fit a particular theory.”
Walking side-by-side, we made our way through the cameras and reporters. I wondered what they would say about us. The show had built us up into a romantic couple, and here we were going to different events in each other’s company. I figured that there would be comments about this on the entertainment news later this week. At this point though, I was too tired to care.
I wondered how Land felt about all of this. He’d agreed to be on the TV show and raise his own profile; however, I don’t think that either one of us had thought about the show’s impact on our social life. While I wasn’t actively looking for a relationship with anyone, being tied to another person on national TV would likely reduce my chances in the dating pool. The same would go for Land, though he kept all details of his personal life very close to the chest. I didn’t know if he was dating someone or if he was interested in anyone. For all I knew, he could have three children and two wives.
I didn’t know anything about him outside of his work experience and background. I knew he’d come to the United States with his family at a young age, but I didn’t know if his family was still here or which members of his family had emigrated here. It would be awkward to be asked these questions by the press and have no idea what the answers were. It certainly would make me look like a terrible girlfriend—or even an uncaring boss.
Our next stop was Annabella’s graveside service. The press was less visible here. I wasn’t sure if they’d already filled their devices with as much footage as they could, or if the services for a contestant did not merit the same consideration as one of their own. Marsha had apparently been well-known to many of the reporters. Annabella had not.
Almost immediately upon arriving, I was grabbed and hugged by a large woman who had to be related to Annabella. She had the same features and a similar hairstyle, though this woman was a red-head. “Thank you for coming. It would have meant the world to Annabella,” she said in a whisper.
I felt a bit panicky. “You know who I am?”
She pulled back and nodded. “Yes, you’re the woman who found my poor dear Annabella. I mean, she had talked about you before that, but I’ve been praying for you since I heard it
I nodded, knowing that I’d gotten new customers from my own sign with the oversized photo of Johnny Ruck. People had stopped by just to ask about the show. Now they were coming around wanting to know who had killed two people on set. Still, any publicity is good publicity.
“So what will happen now?” I asked. I wondered if Marsha had tilted the scales in his favor at any point in the competition. It didn’t bother me much, since we were still in the running, but I wondered how Betty would react to the news. She’d be furious to learn that Anthony’s bagel truck had illegally joined the contest. I could imagine the fit she would throw if she learned of the deceit.
“Nothing that I know of. She didn’t cut me any favors in the competition. She just got me in the door. So the show will go on, I guess.” Anthony looked genuinely sad, and I had a hard time believing that he’d killed his niece.
Someone shouted Anthony’s name and he turned. “I have to get going now. Even though Marsha was based in Los Angeles these days, her family is still from Capital City. So we’re having a thing back at our house.”
I noticed that we were not invited to the family event at the house. I could understand that, and I didn’t want to push. Anthony walked off and I looked at Land. “So what do you think?”
He shrugged and started walking toward the car. “I’m going to reserve judgment until we learn more. I’m not going to force the information to fit a particular theory.”
Walking side-by-side, we made our way through the cameras and reporters. I wondered what they would say about us. The show had built us up into a romantic couple, and here we were going to different events in each other’s company. I figured that there would be comments about this on the entertainment news later this week. At this point though, I was too tired to care.
I wondered how Land felt about all of this. He’d agreed to be on the TV show and raise his own profile; however, I don’t think that either one of us had thought about the show’s impact on our social life. While I wasn’t actively looking for a relationship with anyone, being tied to another person on national TV would likely reduce my chances in the dating pool. The same would go for Land, though he kept all details of his personal life very close to the chest. I didn’t know if he was dating someone or if he was interested in anyone. For all I knew, he could have three children and two wives.
I didn’t know anything about him outside of his work experience and background. I knew he’d come to the United States with his family at a young age, but I didn’t know if his family was still here or which members of his family had emigrated here. It would be awkward to be asked these questions by the press and have no idea what the answers were. It certainly would make me look like a terrible girlfriend—or even an uncaring boss.
Our next stop was Annabella’s graveside service. The press was less visible here. I wasn’t sure if they’d already filled their devices with as much footage as they could, or if the services for a contestant did not merit the same consideration as one of their own. Marsha had apparently been well-known to many of the reporters. Annabella had not.
Almost immediately upon arriving, I was grabbed and hugged by a large woman who had to be related to Annabella. She had the same features and a similar hairstyle, though this woman was a red-head. “Thank you for coming. It would have meant the world to Annabella,” she said in a whisper.
I felt a bit panicky. “You know who I am?”
She pulled back and nodded. “Yes, you’re the woman who found my poor dear Annabella. I mean, she had talked about you before that, but I’ve been praying for you since I heard it
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