A Murder Moist Foul: a Frosted Love Cozy Mystery (Frosted Love Mysteries book 1)
“Melissa said in a hushed tone, taking a seat across the desk from him.
“I was actually planning to call you and ask you to come in, so you saved me the trouble,” Chas replied politely.
“Glad I could help,” she smiled despite her worries, as usual receiving no response or encouragement from the handsome investigator.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to say, then I’ll have a few questions for you, sound fair?” he inclined his head, waiting for her agreement.
“Absolutely,” Missy nodded vigor...ously, nervous to explore her strange encounter last night. She told him all about the dog barking, the smell of smoke, the creaking of the gate and gave him the cigarette butt that she had pocketed, and was astonished when he proposed very commonplace explanations for that particular series of events.
“No, Detective Beckett,” she insisted vehemently, “my dog does not bark at squirrels, my gate does not come unlatched in the wind and none of my friends are smokers. There was someone lurking in the shadows around my house last night and I would really appreciate it if you’d help me get to the bottom of it!” Tenting his fingers beneath his chin, he studied her for a moment before replying.MoreLess
“I was actually planning to call you and ask you to come in, so you saved me the trouble,” Chas replied politely.
“Glad I could help,” she smiled despite her worries, as usual receiving no response or encouragement from the handsome investigator.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to say, then I’ll have a few questions for you, sound fair?” he inclined his head, waiting for her agreement.
“Absolutely,” Missy nodded vigor...ously, nervous to explore her strange encounter last night. She told him all about the dog barking, the smell of smoke, the creaking of the gate and gave him the cigarette butt that she had pocketed, and was astonished when he proposed very commonplace explanations for that particular series of events.
“No, Detective Beckett,” she insisted vehemently, “my dog does not bark at squirrels, my gate does not come unlatched in the wind and none of my friends are smokers. There was someone lurking in the shadows around my house last night and I would really appreciate it if you’d help me get to the bottom of it!” Tenting his fingers beneath his chin, he studied her for a moment before replying.MoreLess
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