Will You Marry Me? (Sam Darling Mystery Book 4) by Jerilyn Dufresne Page A
Authors: Jerilyn Dufresne
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don't have my phone on me. Do you?"
"I did," he answered, and felt around his pockets for his cell phone. "It's not here."
After turning on the lights, I got down on my hands and knees and looked under furniture and in every corner, but didn't find it. "Someone must have taken it. Crap."
"Why don't you go get help and I'll stay here and guard the scene?" Jim Bob offered.
I thought that now it was the scene of two possible crimes, and another one had occurred against me in the other hallway. Jim Bob was about the last person I wanted to leave alone to guard the scene. He was still on my short list of suspects. And so was Chip. I wouldn't have thought in a million years that Chip would be a bad guy. This town was crazy.
At this point, I didn't feel I had a choice except to leave Jim Bob there alone. As I left the room to go find help I heard another low moan, "Oooh. Owww."
For the first time I noticed another pair of feet sticking out into the hallway from the room directly across. I rushed over there as fast as my chicken feet could carry me and found a prostrate Chip.
"Thank God," I said.
"What? Thank God I'm hurt?" he whined.
"No, thank God you're not the bad guy."
"Oh," he said. Then he smiled at me and passed out cold.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Are you okay?" I asked Chip as I cradled his head in my arms.
"I...I guess," he said, still reclining in my arms, but rubbing his head. "My head sure hurts. What happened?"
"I was just going to ask you the same question." By then I noticed how weirdly Chip was looking at me. I looked down and saw the chicken suit. I'd taken the head off but the suit remained. No wonder he was staring at me. "I'm wearing your suit for the reason we talked about earlier, and I've lost the chicken head somewhere. Sorry. But back to you; tell me what you think happened."
"Really, I don't know," he said as he tried to sit up. "George was talking to Jim Bob and Jim Bob was getting pretty mad. George too. George stormed off, to get a warrant he said. I turned to look down the hall and the next thing I remember, my head was hurting and you were looking at me." He rubbed his head some more. "What happened to Jim Bob? Did he do this to me?"
"Nope. The same thing happened to him."
"How could it?" Chip said, trying to make sense of things. "He was standing right by me. He would have seen what happened to me and put up a fight. Did he put up a fight?"
"Or were there two of them...," I asked, again thinking out loud.
By then Jim Bob had joined us. "I didn't see anything either, Chip. One minute I was talking to you and the next I was talking to this lady."
"Sam. My name is Sam." I couldn't figure this out alone. I was sure getting vibes though. My gut was acting up something fierce. Finally I said, "I'm going to leave you two alone. Watch each other. Don't let anyone else wander down this hallway. Got it?"
Chip nodded, but Jim Bob said, "But my head--"
"Stop whining. This is what's going to happen. I'll be right back." I looked at both of them sternly so they knew I was serious. "I mean it. Watch each other. I'll get either George or the sheriff, and I'll have someone call Wilma so she can check you both out. In the meantime, do not leave this post. Do you both understand?"
This time both of them nodded.
Finally satisfied I went out the back door. I wished Clancy were with me. There was a murderer and an attacker loose, not to mention my own personal attacker. I also thought we could be looking for one person or we could be looking for three. This was crazy. Could my nerd guy be the murderer and the one who attacked Jim Bob and Chip? Or was he just following the practices of the chicken convention--if someone clucks seductively, you have the right to get 'em?
I looked to the right and saw the back of the diner and the gas station, and looked to the left and saw the alley that served the mostly unused buildings in the former downtown. I didn't see anyone, so decided to walk to the right. I
"I did," he answered, and felt around his pockets for his cell phone. "It's not here."
After turning on the lights, I got down on my hands and knees and looked under furniture and in every corner, but didn't find it. "Someone must have taken it. Crap."
"Why don't you go get help and I'll stay here and guard the scene?" Jim Bob offered.
I thought that now it was the scene of two possible crimes, and another one had occurred against me in the other hallway. Jim Bob was about the last person I wanted to leave alone to guard the scene. He was still on my short list of suspects. And so was Chip. I wouldn't have thought in a million years that Chip would be a bad guy. This town was crazy.
At this point, I didn't feel I had a choice except to leave Jim Bob there alone. As I left the room to go find help I heard another low moan, "Oooh. Owww."
For the first time I noticed another pair of feet sticking out into the hallway from the room directly across. I rushed over there as fast as my chicken feet could carry me and found a prostrate Chip.
"Thank God," I said.
"What? Thank God I'm hurt?" he whined.
"No, thank God you're not the bad guy."
"Oh," he said. Then he smiled at me and passed out cold.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Are you okay?" I asked Chip as I cradled his head in my arms.
"I...I guess," he said, still reclining in my arms, but rubbing his head. "My head sure hurts. What happened?"
"I was just going to ask you the same question." By then I noticed how weirdly Chip was looking at me. I looked down and saw the chicken suit. I'd taken the head off but the suit remained. No wonder he was staring at me. "I'm wearing your suit for the reason we talked about earlier, and I've lost the chicken head somewhere. Sorry. But back to you; tell me what you think happened."
"Really, I don't know," he said as he tried to sit up. "George was talking to Jim Bob and Jim Bob was getting pretty mad. George too. George stormed off, to get a warrant he said. I turned to look down the hall and the next thing I remember, my head was hurting and you were looking at me." He rubbed his head some more. "What happened to Jim Bob? Did he do this to me?"
"Nope. The same thing happened to him."
"How could it?" Chip said, trying to make sense of things. "He was standing right by me. He would have seen what happened to me and put up a fight. Did he put up a fight?"
"Or were there two of them...," I asked, again thinking out loud.
By then Jim Bob had joined us. "I didn't see anything either, Chip. One minute I was talking to you and the next I was talking to this lady."
"Sam. My name is Sam." I couldn't figure this out alone. I was sure getting vibes though. My gut was acting up something fierce. Finally I said, "I'm going to leave you two alone. Watch each other. Don't let anyone else wander down this hallway. Got it?"
Chip nodded, but Jim Bob said, "But my head--"
"Stop whining. This is what's going to happen. I'll be right back." I looked at both of them sternly so they knew I was serious. "I mean it. Watch each other. I'll get either George or the sheriff, and I'll have someone call Wilma so she can check you both out. In the meantime, do not leave this post. Do you both understand?"
This time both of them nodded.
Finally satisfied I went out the back door. I wished Clancy were with me. There was a murderer and an attacker loose, not to mention my own personal attacker. I also thought we could be looking for one person or we could be looking for three. This was crazy. Could my nerd guy be the murderer and the one who attacked Jim Bob and Chip? Or was he just following the practices of the chicken convention--if someone clucks seductively, you have the right to get 'em?
I looked to the right and saw the back of the diner and the gas station, and looked to the left and saw the alley that served the mostly unused buildings in the former downtown. I didn't see anyone, so decided to walk to the right. I
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