The Full Cup of Murder: Cozy Murder Mystery (Full Cup Mysteries Book 1) by Ruby Jones Page A
Authors: Ruby Jones
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shrugged it off, as the bar was quite busy being that it is a Thursday night in June, many of the college kids are just getting back from vacation, and this seems to be the spot to catch up with friends.
There is another small bar in this sleepy town. It is called Fish out Of Water, a new place that was opened a few years back by a couple who was long time summer residents but after retirement made Sea Harbor their home. I hear they do a fair amount of business but I have yet to go there as I am usually here. I hear the locals say that they do not like it there, as much due to the air of pretention and that it is not locally owned. Tourists seem to love it though. I have always looked at it as a good thing to have two bars that are so different and cater to different patrons. I have heard however, mostly through the not-so-sober grapevine, which they are not as appreciative and try to get more of the locals to come there instead of here. Personally, I think there are plenty of drunks to go around but I love my bar because of the locals, they run their bar for the money and that makes for different attitudes.
As I sweep and clean glasses and silverware and stock the bar for the morning shift, Carl purrs loudly and watches me with his one sleepy eye, waiting for word that it is time to go home. As I head to sweep out the bathrooms, my least favorite job, I first lock the front door so that nobody can get in without me knowing. It is a small town full of people I know, but one can never be too safe. I hit the women’s room first, three stalls, three sinks and surprisingly, usually much messier than the men’s room. True, men do not have good aim, especially after downing a few beers, but women, are still just messier.
As I head into the men’s room, one stall, two urinals and two sinks, I see a foot sticking out from under the closed stall door. Ugh, I think to myself, a drunk who never made it out of the toilet. I open the door and notice he is lying face down with his arm under his head. Great, just great. Not what I needed, to deal with tonight. I hope that I can get him out of here without him vomiting all over and me having to re clean the entire floor. I nudge him with the end of my broom, "Hey buddy, it's time for you to head home. Can I call you a cab?" No answer. I nudge a little harder, still nothing. Great. I kneel down beside him and shake his arm, still nothing. Therefore, as I attempt to roll him over I notice his hand is cold, much too cold for late June in a hot bar. I roll him fully over and can see that it is Ray and he is looking up at me with a blank stare. Screaming and backing away, I trip over my broom and fall to the floor. Getting up I rush to the phone and with trembling fingers dial Jason and gibberish comes out as I start telling him about Ray and the restroom and what to do. "Stay put. I'm five minutes away." I hang up the phone, and gather Carl in my arms and anxiously wait by the door for Jason.
Jason came through the bar to the bathroom about five minutes but it certainly felt like twenty.
“Yup, “Jason said after he felt for a pulse. “He is gone. What happened in here tonight?” He took my arm and steered me back into the bar. I told him that it has been a busy but quiet night. Other then the argument between Ray and Dan but even that was really nothing to be too concerned about. Jason asked me to write down the names of everyone here tonight so I did. The whole thing was just so upsetting considering this town has always been so quiet. Everyone knew everyone and even with the tourists coming through and the occasional bar fight or drunk driver, it was just a peaceful place to be. Jason went to go find his grandfather in hopes to get some answers about the brief conversation that happened between the two of them and why was Ray so upset.
It took about two hours for the crime scene investigators to do their thing and to have Ray’s body to be removed. I was planning to close the
There is another small bar in this sleepy town. It is called Fish out Of Water, a new place that was opened a few years back by a couple who was long time summer residents but after retirement made Sea Harbor their home. I hear they do a fair amount of business but I have yet to go there as I am usually here. I hear the locals say that they do not like it there, as much due to the air of pretention and that it is not locally owned. Tourists seem to love it though. I have always looked at it as a good thing to have two bars that are so different and cater to different patrons. I have heard however, mostly through the not-so-sober grapevine, which they are not as appreciative and try to get more of the locals to come there instead of here. Personally, I think there are plenty of drunks to go around but I love my bar because of the locals, they run their bar for the money and that makes for different attitudes.
As I sweep and clean glasses and silverware and stock the bar for the morning shift, Carl purrs loudly and watches me with his one sleepy eye, waiting for word that it is time to go home. As I head to sweep out the bathrooms, my least favorite job, I first lock the front door so that nobody can get in without me knowing. It is a small town full of people I know, but one can never be too safe. I hit the women’s room first, three stalls, three sinks and surprisingly, usually much messier than the men’s room. True, men do not have good aim, especially after downing a few beers, but women, are still just messier.
As I head into the men’s room, one stall, two urinals and two sinks, I see a foot sticking out from under the closed stall door. Ugh, I think to myself, a drunk who never made it out of the toilet. I open the door and notice he is lying face down with his arm under his head. Great, just great. Not what I needed, to deal with tonight. I hope that I can get him out of here without him vomiting all over and me having to re clean the entire floor. I nudge him with the end of my broom, "Hey buddy, it's time for you to head home. Can I call you a cab?" No answer. I nudge a little harder, still nothing. Great. I kneel down beside him and shake his arm, still nothing. Therefore, as I attempt to roll him over I notice his hand is cold, much too cold for late June in a hot bar. I roll him fully over and can see that it is Ray and he is looking up at me with a blank stare. Screaming and backing away, I trip over my broom and fall to the floor. Getting up I rush to the phone and with trembling fingers dial Jason and gibberish comes out as I start telling him about Ray and the restroom and what to do. "Stay put. I'm five minutes away." I hang up the phone, and gather Carl in my arms and anxiously wait by the door for Jason.
Jason came through the bar to the bathroom about five minutes but it certainly felt like twenty.
“Yup, “Jason said after he felt for a pulse. “He is gone. What happened in here tonight?” He took my arm and steered me back into the bar. I told him that it has been a busy but quiet night. Other then the argument between Ray and Dan but even that was really nothing to be too concerned about. Jason asked me to write down the names of everyone here tonight so I did. The whole thing was just so upsetting considering this town has always been so quiet. Everyone knew everyone and even with the tourists coming through and the occasional bar fight or drunk driver, it was just a peaceful place to be. Jason went to go find his grandfather in hopes to get some answers about the brief conversation that happened between the two of them and why was Ray so upset.
It took about two hours for the crime scene investigators to do their thing and to have Ray’s body to be removed. I was planning to close the
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