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

Connors, don’t tell me you were too drunk to remember where you were at the time of the murder last night.”
    “I know exactly where I was,” Olivia replied. 
    “Where?” Detective Stern asked. 
    “I was taking a walk.”
    Detective Stern had a hard time buying that.  “You expect me to believe you were out taking a walk at that hour?  Please.”
    Olivia nodded. 
    “Doesn’t that seem a little dangerous?”
    “Not when you own a German Shepard.  Gunther gets a little stir crazy being cooped up in my apartment all day while I’m at work.  He won’t let me go to sleep without taking him out for his evening walk.”
    “So, was it just you and Gunther then?” Detective Stern wondered. 
    “Yes.”
    “So you’re telling me I have no way to verify your story then?”
    Olivia became confrontational.  “Why would I lie about that?”
    “You were one of Hank’s mistresses.  His dead body is ten feet away, and you’re one of the prime suspects.  That sounds like a great reason to lie.”
    “Only, I’m telling the truth.”
    “We’ll see about that.”
    Detective Stern then moved on to the last suspect, Hank’s slush pile assistant, Trevor Webster.
    “Finally, Mr. Webster.  Where were you at the time of the murder?” Detective Stern asked. 
    “Taking the train back to my apartment,” Trevor replied. 
    “I don’t suppose you have anyone to corroborate that story, do you?”
    “There were a bunch of people on the train.”
    “You didn’t happen to know any of them, did you?”
    Trevor shook his head. 
    “Then it doesn’t matter how many people were on the train.”
    Detective Stern scribbled more notes on his pad, then groaned. 
    “Great, so six suspects and not one verifiable alibi between you.  Well, I know one of you did it, and it’s only a matter of time until I find out who.  In the meantime, don’t any of you leave town,” Detective Stern insisted. 

 
    Chapter Sixteen
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “That was awful,” Chloe said. 
    “As bad as it was for you, imagine what it was like for Hank Hammond,” Daisy replied. 
    Chloe grimaced.  “What a way to go too.  An extreme end to an extreme life.”
    “Believe it or not, I’ve seen worse,” Daisy said. 
    “Really?”
    Daisy nodded.  “Much worse.”
    “Wow.  That’s depressing.”
    Daisy started flashing back to the various cases she’d solved over the last year and a half.  There were some doozies.  Yikes.  What an interesting eighteen months it had been in her life. 
    While Daisy had far more experience with this sort of thing than she wanted to, Chloe was in a different boat.  This was her first time on a murder scene.  She was handling it exactly how one would expect—poorly.  Chloe was a complete basket case.  She had zero control over her emotions. 
    Daisy’s heart went out to her.  Daisy had felt exactly the same way when she saw her first murder victim.  So even though Daisy’s natural instinct was to try and start piecing together the puzzle of who killed Hank Hammond, she knew her friend needed comfort. 
    Daisy leaned forward and gave Chloe a hug. 
    “It’s going to be ok,” Daisy said. 
    “That’s easy for you to say.  You’re not a suspect,” Chloe replied. 
    Amazingly enough, with all the cases Daisy had solved, with all her sleuthing experience, there was one thing that was not part of her resume.  No one had ever considered her a suspect.  She hoped she never experienced that dubious honor. 
    In the meantime, she had to find a way to calm Chloe down. 
    Chloe’s voice cracked as she continued.  “It’s one thing to write about something like this.  It’s another to actually go through it in real life.”
    “Trust me, being at a murder scene never gets easier.”
    “I’ll take your word for that.  I don’t ever want to experience this again.  I don’t even want to be going through this now.”
    “Look, I’ve never been a suspect before, but I