Banana Muffins & Mayhem by Janel Gradowski Read Free Book Online Page B

group of crime-fighting, middle-aged, single women? "I would appreciate any help you can give."
    Charlotte picked at a lint ball on the edge of her pillow seat. "Do you realize how much you look like Phoebe at a glance? You're different heights, but your hair and face shape are very similar. Have you thought of the possibility that it could've been a case of mistaken identity that got her killed?"
    Well, no, she hadn't thought of that. "You think I could've been the killer's intended victim?"
    "Her body was found at your husband's business."
    Tommy leaned sideways and slugged her sister in the arm. "Don't scare her! That is not how you help people."
    Charlotte shrugged as she rubbed the point of impact. "Just making an observation."
    Amy exhaled. "And it was a good one. Definitely something to think about. Although I am leaning more toward one of Phoebe's cyber stalkers going off the deep end. Apparently she had a bunch of strange admirers on social media."
    "Can you imagine how someone who is mentally unstable might react to being verbally pummeled by her?" Charlotte tilted her head to the side. "What if one of those online admirers decided to take his obsession to real life but got shot down in flames?"
    When Amy left the apartment, she was warm all over from the ginger tea, which she had swapped out for the wine because she needed to drive home, and the unexpected offers to help find a killer. There was also a little bonfire of fear burning in her stomach after hearing Charlotte's mistaken identity theory. All three ladies assured her they would be careful when poking around for clues. Geri's insights had been helpful when Amy was trying to figure out who had killed a fellow food blogger. Now there were two more intelligent, witty women coming to her aid. There was just one problem. Amy had a sinking feeling that Tommy's story of Phoebe's unexpected visit to her business had more holes than a wheel of Swiss cheese.

 
CHAPTER SIX
     
    Amy brought the palms of her hands together in front of her chest. She stayed in that pose, with her legs folded and eyes closed, as she followed Rori's instructions to breathe in…then out. Yoga was known for its meditative properties, which were supposed to help clear a cluttered mind. But that was a tall order when her thoughts were reproducing like furry little Star Trek tribbles. It would be wonderful if the class would summon a big dollop of cosmic awareness, though, so she could figure out who killed Phoebe before the murder hurt Alex's business or, if Charlotte was on the right track with the look-alike angle, Amy ended up in the cemetery. And was Tommy glossing over the important parts of her supposedly random encounter with the spoiled television star? The flute music ended, and Amy cracked open one eye. She was the only student left.
    Rori was still at the front of the room. She winked as she rolled up her pink yoga mat and said, "Looks like you were really into meditating this morning."
    Amy straightened out one leg and grimaced as a cramp pulsed through her hip muscles. How long had she been sitting with her legs in pretzel position? "I didn't sleep well last night. Not sure if I was meditating or sleeping and dreaming while sitting up."
    Rori laughed as she slipped on a gauzy, white shawl-neck sweater over her tank top. "Either one is restorative. I know what you mean about being tired from insomnia. I've had it too, and I've really been struggling by the time my evening classes roll around."
    "What's wrong? I figured you'd have herbal remedies and all kinds of homeopathic techniques to help you sleep," Amy said as she walked to the arrangement of storage cubbies near the door. She used a low row of the wooden cubes as a bench. A very wobbly tree pose during class indicated there could be trouble if she tried to put on her slip-on sneakers while standing.
    "I feel bad about Phoebe's death." Rori tugged at one of her spring-like, blonde curls. "I helped Aubergine set everything