Daisy McDare and the Deadly Legal Affair by K. M. Morgan Read Free Book Online Page A

found out that someone died, tears naturally followed.  Looking around the office though, Daisy didn’t see a single tear drop. 
    How peculiar.  Given what a shocking sight it was to see their boss dead, how was it possible that none of the employees were crying?  Even Max’s wife had dry eyes. 
    If that wasn’t odd enough, everyone seemed to be quietly breathing a sigh of relief.  As if Max had it coming.  Like they wouldn’t even miss him. 
    Daisy knew Max made life difficult for his family and co-workers, but this was very suspicious behavior. 
    Daisy watched from the doorway as Deputy Drummond questioned people in the waiting room.  Drummond started with Max’s wife first. 
    “Where were you between the hours of seven and nine last night?” Drummond asked.
    “I was out window shopping,” Brooke Cash replied.  
    Drummond gave her a critical eye, wrote down her response, and then moved on to the bookkeeper Jackson Madsen.  
    “And you?” Drummond asked. 
    “I was at home watching hockey on television,” Jackson said. 
    “How about you?” Drummond continued. 
    “I was driving home after finishing dinner at Chez Magnifique,” Max Cash’s protégé Peter Simpson answered.
    “What about you?” Drummond asked the receptionist. 
    “I had just arrived home after getting my nails done,” Amber Robertson replied.
    “And you?” Drummond continued. 
    “I had just picked up some Chinese takeout food on the way home from work and running some errands,” the paralegal Jennifer Webster said. 
    Daisy’s mind started running as wild as a caffeinated cheetah as she heard these alibis.   
    Deputy Drummond then spotted Daisy out the corner of his eyes.  He approached her looking like an overgrown boy scout.  The deputy was a ‘by the book’ type.
    “Miss, do you work here?” Drummond asked.  
    “Kind of,” Daisy answered. 
    The Deputy stared her down.  “What do you mean, kind of?”
    “Well, I’m working here this week--”
    “Are you a temp or something?”
    “No, I’m doing a redecorating job,” Daisy replied. 
    The Deputy stared her down again.  “Detective Crumple is going to need to ask you some questions then too.”
     
     
     
     
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    Detective Chris Crumple dismissed the night maid Angela Franklin from the conference room and called Daisy in.  Daisy took a seat across from him. 
    Chris looked like Santa Claus with his white beard and small circular-framed glasses.  His cherubic rotund figure and suspenders only added to the effect.  She wasn’t sure whether she would be questioned about death or what she wanted for Christmas. 
    Daisy couldn’t help but stare at a glob of red jelly on the detective’s beard left over from the donut he was just finishing.  She wanted to reach over and dab the jelly herself, since the detective clearly didn’t notice it. 
    Crumple looked like he’d gotten up on the wrong side of the bed that morning however, so she kept quiet.  The detective wiped his eyes, then took a huge slurp of his coffee.  That was quickly followed by a burp. 
    “Gadzooks.   What a morning, huh?” Crumple asked. 
    Daisy gave the detective a forced half smile, still distracted by the glob of jelly on his beard.  Was this Cozy Creek’s finest?   She knew there wasn’t much crime around these parts, but Crumple hardly seemed like a man in possession of keen detective skills. 
    “It’s not your average Wednesday alright,” Daisy replied.  
    Crumple furrowed his brow and scratched his head.  “Is it Wednesday already?”
    “Yes.”
    “Ah, hump day.  We’re halfway there.  I can’t wait for the weekend—I’ve got some good fishing planned.”
    “Uh huh.  Is there something you wanted to ask me, or--”
    “Oh…right.  Where were you last night between the hours or seven and nine?”
    “At home.  Why?”
    “Now hold on right there.  I’m the one asking the questions here.  Do you have anyone who can