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

vouch for your location?”
    “No.  Not really.  I was just at home with my dog eating an ice cream sundae and watching reality shows,” Daisy explained. 
    “So you’re saying no one can vouch for your location but your dog?” Crumple said. 
    “Yeah, I guess.  I mean, I was just at home.  Why?”
    “I’m afraid pooches don’t make for good material witnesses.  Looks like you don’t have an alibi.”
    Daisy bit the corner of her lip.  “Alibi--for what?”
    “The murder of Max Cash.”
    Her eyes opened wide.  “Murder?  What makes you think he was murdered?”
    “I told you, I’m the one asking questions here.  And let me tell you, a man doesn’t just plop over at his desk like that unless there’s some kind of foul play involved.”
    “He could have had a heart attack or stroke, couldn’t he?” Daisy argued. 
    “Ms. McDare, who is the detective here?  Besides, you should be worried about that lack of alibi of yours.  The way I see it, everyone who was in this office yesterday is under suspicion at this point.”
    This was ridiculous.  Daisy wasn’t going to stand for that kind of lazy assumption. 
    “Come on, you can’t possibly think I did it.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because—I just met the man a few days ago,” Daisy said. 
    “From what I can tell, he had a pretty caustic personality,” Crumple replied. 
    “First of all, you don’t even know that he was murdered.  But if there was foul play, why would I have done it?  I had no reason to.”
    “Says you.  It’s my job to try and rule things out.  It doesn’t help that you don’t have an alibi.”
    Just then, something dawned on Daisy.  She pulled out her phone. 
    “Actually, I do,” Daisy said. 
    “How so?” Crumple asked. 
    Daisy pulled up a text on her smart phone that had a photo attached.  In the photo, she was taking a selfie on her couch at home holding up the brownie sundae. 
    “This,” Daisy said. 
    “Don’t get me wrong, that’s a delicious looking sundae, but what does that prove?” Crumple asked. 
    “Look at the time stamp.  At seven eighteen I texted this photo to my friend saying ‘I’ll bet you wish you were here with me.’”
    “So you’re saying a brownie sundae is your alibi?”
    “When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous.  But yes.  It proves I was at home.”
    “At seven eighteen yes.  That doesn’t mean you didn’t come back here though.”
    “Come on detective, look at that sundae.   Do you really think I’d race through eating that to rush back here last night and murder Max Cash, a man I’d known for less than a week?” Daisy asked. 
    “Alright.  I guess you’re off the hook.”  Crumple then stared at the photo again and laughed to himself.   “Saved by the sundae.  Darn tooting.  Who would have thunk it?  You know, looking at it makes me hungry.” 
    Daisy breathed a sigh of relief.  The detective was clearly a little thick in the head, but he still had a badge.  The last thing she needed was to be under suspicion for a crime she didn’t commit. 
    “Can I go now?” Daisy asked. 
    “Now hold on a minute.  We’re not quite done yet,” Crumple said. 
    “Really?”
    “If you didn’t do it, someone else did.   Do you know anyone that would have a reason to want Max Cash dead?”
    Daisy tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help herself. 
    “Did I say something funny?” Crumple sputtered. 
    “Look around.  Judging by what I saw yesterday alone, everyone here has a motive,” Daisy explained. 
    “Is that so?”
    Daisy nodded.  “If Max was murdered, you have your work cut out for you.”
    “In that case, I have some more questions for you.”
    “Like?”
    “Tell me everything you saw happen here yesterday,” Crumple said.  Then he let out a huge burp.  Daisy sighed.  She was going to be here awhile.   
     
     
     
     
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    Daisy told the detective everything she knew.  The arguments, the