Daisy McDare And The Deadly Secret Affair (Daisy McDare Cozy Creek Mystery Book 7) by K.M. Morgan Read Free Book Online Page A

made it easy to narrow down suspects.”
    The moment the detective said that, Daisy saw Chloe dig into her purse, rooting around for something. 
    Detective Stern meanwhile continued addressing the suspects.  “The walls are already starting to close in on the killer.  It’s only a matter of time before I catch them.  That being said, do any of you wish to confess their guilt and get it over with now?”
    The detective received nothing but silence from the lineup. 
    Stern sighed.  “All right.  Do any of you happen to have your wristband last night on you?”
    Once again, the detective got nothing but silence from the lineup. 
    “Ok.  I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.”  Detective Stern walked up to Hank’s widow, Amelia.  “Mrs. Hammond, where were you between eleven o’clock and midnight last evening?”
    For someone whose husband was murdered the night before, Amelia Hammond was surprisingly without remorse.  Then again, Hank had been wildly unfaithful to her.  At the same time, given the fact that she was now a suspect in his murder, it seemed like she could at least pretend to be sad that he was gone, regardless of how fake the remorse would look. 
    Amelia answered with a cold tone in her voice.  “I was at home.”
    “Was anyone else with you?” Detective Stern asked. 
    “No.”
    “Not your husband?”
    “I said I was alone.”
    “Your husband didn’t come home at all after the party?” Detective Stern asked. 
    Amelia shook her head. 
    “How odd.  Or maybe not.  After all, you and your husband got into a huge fight at the party about his infidelity.  You told him he was going to pay for what he did to you--”
    Amelia interrupted the detective.  “I meant in divorce court.”
    “Why bother taking half in divorce court when you could bump him off and get his entire fortune?”
    “That’s a lot of speculation, considering I was at home.”
    “So you say.  The problem is, you have no one to verify your story.”
    “I didn’t do it,” Amelia insisted. 
    “At least that’s your story,” Detective Stern said.   
    Detective Stern moved to Jonah Ball next, the former editor of Hank’s publishing company. 
    “What’s your story Mr. Ball?  Where were you between eleven and midnight?” the detective wondered. 
    “I was at a bar,” Jonah answered. 
    “Which one?”
    “Paulie’s on Granville Street.”
    “Uh huh.  So if I call up Paulie’s right now, they’ll be able to verify you were there during that time?”
    Suddenly, Jonah revised his story.  “Ok, so I was on my way home from Paulie’s.”
    “And while you were on your way home, were you alone?” Detective Stern asked. 
    “Well yeah, technically.  But I really was driving home.”
    “Why should I believe you?”
    “Because it’s the truth.”
    “Only, you already lied to me once,” Detective Stern said. 
    “I’m not lying to you this time.”
    “Uh huh,” Detective Stern replied. 
    The detective then moved on to Hank’s mistress and administrative assistant, Lindsay Donohue. 
    “What about you Ms. Donohue?” Detective Stern asked. 
    The gears started spinning in Lindsay’s head as she tried to think of an answer.  “Uh…I was at home—I assume.”
    Detective Stern was highly critical of that response.  “You assume?  What, don’t you know?”
    “I didn’t exactly have the best night.  So after leaving the party, I had a few cocktails back to back.  I don’t really remember anything after that.”
    “You’re saying you blanked out most of the night?”
    Lindsay nodded.  “I’m drawing a complete blank.  All I know is I woke up safely in bed this morning.”
    “It’s an interesting story.  The problem is, there’s no way to verify any of it,” Detective Stern said. 
    “Look, I wish I had more to tell you, but I don’t.”
    Detective Stern scribbled some notes down on a pad, then moved on to Hank’s other mistress, Olivia Connors. 
    “Ms.