Nun the Wiser (A Deadly Habit Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Morgana Best Page A

came, men, fire fighters, and they had to cut the car open to get me out. And they got my mom out, but before all of that, just hanging there, I was scared and I was worried. I felt like something bad was going to happen. I felt like it wasn’t over.”
    I nodded. “And that’s how you feel now?”
    Adam looked at me and nodded, too. “Yes. I feel like it isn’t over — I feel like something bad is going to happen.”
    I felt sick to my stomach. “Is it?”
    Adam shrugged. “I don’t know. But I thought that way in the car, and nothing bad happened. Someone came, and they got me out. So perhaps I’m worried for nothing.”
    “I hope you are,” I said quietly. “I hope this is as bad as it gets.”
    We were both silent for a long while, and then I took a deep breath, pulling myself back together. “It’s hard to take you seriously while you look like that,” I said.
    Adam laughed. “Let’s go get the mail then.”
     
     

Chapter 15 .
    Adam entered the post office first. He had driven himself in his Jeep, and I had followed him in my car. I pulled up to a space at the front of the building.
    I walked inside and pretended to look at the merchandise for sale. There was a small line and I saw Adam queue up at the end of the line. He kept his head angled down, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a man in a ball cap and dirty work shirt in front of him, and he kept turning and glancing at Adam. I didn’t know whether the man thought that Adam was the ugliest woman he had ever seen, or that he was clearly a man dressed as a nun. Either way I just hoped the man didn’t do anything other than stare.
    After Adam had waited in line for five minutes, and was the next one up, I got in line three people behind Adam. I was going to pretend that I needed to buy stamps, but I was just there to make sure nothing happened. If something started to go wrong, I was going to help in any way I could.
    There was only one woman at the post office counter, of course, right smack dab in the middle of the day. The woman was older, with a shock of white hair curled high upon her head. She smiled widely to each customer and chatted. Soon the man in the ball cap was done, having posted his large package, and then it was Adam’s turn.
    Adam walked slowly to the counter and everyone in line behind him stepped forward a few feet. I leaned forward, so I could hear the conversation Adam was about to have.
    “Hello, Sister,” the old woman at the counter said loudly. I noticed that the woman barely even looked at Adam.
    “I need the mail for the convent,” Adam said softly.
    “Oh, it’s in the convent’s P.O. Box,” the woman said, already turning to call forward the next customer.
    “I forgot the key. Actually Sister Maria has misplaced it.”
    The woman stopped what she was doing and looked at Adam. “Misplaced it?” Her tone was stern.
    “Yes,” Adam said in his soft voice, doing as best he could to sound like a woman.
    “Well, we can issue another one, but it will take some time.”
    “I’m sure we’ll find it,” Adam said, “but we needed to get our mail today, and I was wondering if there was anything you could do to help us out.”
    The old woman hesitated for a moment and then smiled and nodded, probably spurred on by the habit. No one could turn a nun down for a favor, could they? “All right, I’ll get it for you.”
    “Thank you so much.”
    The woman left and disappeared behind a door. She reappeared shortly after, and handed some envelopes to Adam. He thanked her again and left, shooting a look at me as he walked past.
    I waited in line and bought the stamps, and then hurried outside and drove back home. Adam was parked outside, the habit already off. He had tried to rub the makeup away, but I was going to have to give him a lot of cleanser to remove it. He came over with the envelopes as I unlocked the door to my apartment.
    We hurried upstairs and into the kitchen. I filled a pot with water and