MURDER TO GO (Food Truck Mysteries Book 1) by Chloe Kendrick Read Free Book Online Page B

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    My head throbbed when the EMT put his hands on my scalp and began prodding at the wound. I thought I might cry at one point. The pain shot through my head, feeling as though it might explode from my eyeballs at any moment. I shut my eyes and bit down on my lip.
    The EMT motioned to Danvers, who walked over to us. “What’s up?”
    “I wanted to report back, since you had asked. The victim has a concussion. It’s not a serious one, but she will need monitoring. The angle and position of the wound are such that she could not have inflicted the injury herself.” He stopped talking and began filling out the paperwork on his clipboard.
    Danvers looked at me. “So you weren’t responsible for this?”
    I contorted my arm around behind my back and tried to reach up to my head. I couldn’t do it, not even after a yoga class. The EMT was right. There was some small comfort in the fact that I was innocent of one of these beheadings. “Not at all. I came in to talk to the health inspector about the truck, and I found the room like this. Next thing I knew I was face down on the carpet with an aching head.”
    Danvers actually looked concerned for a moment. “You’re lucky to be alive. You could have ended up another headless corpse.”
    I nodded, thinking that it would have saved me this headache. I put my head between my hands and thought about falling asleep. Danvers shook me gently. The pain made my head shoot up. “What?”
    “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to fall asleep after a concussion. Do you have anyone who could drive you home?” I did notice that he didn’t offer to drive me. I wouldn’t have minded a police escort after finding my door open last night.
    “My apartment was broken into last night,” I said, allowing my thoughts to spill out of my mouth.
    “Did you call the police?” Danvers asked, taking out his notebook and scribbling something in it.
    I snorted. “Right, because the 911 operator would have believed me and not thought that I was some stupid young girl who forgot to close her door before leaving. Be honest. No one takes young women seriously, especially about a crime without a victim.” I was pleased with my articulate speech on sexism in the police, but I knew that it wouldn’t get me anywhere. This would be marked up to me trying to point the blame on someone else. “I’d almost rather go to a hospital, but I’m not. I’m going home and I’ll be damned if someone is going to attack me in my home.”
    The EMT started to make a fuss, but I put a hand up to stop him. I was not going to a hospital. Partly due to my pride, and secondly there was the fact that I didn’t want to have to cover the expenses. As a small-business owner, I had purchased the most basic health insurance package that I could find. So a visit to the emergency room would put a cramp into my meager savings. As long as the EMT thought that I would eventually be all right without procedures, then I would just go home.
    I thought of my parents who would have made a fuss and pampered me. However, I wasn’t in that kind of mood. I wanted to get even with whoever did this to me. I pulled out my phone and called Land. We still had an hour to go before the lunch crowd started which should give him enough time to take me home and return to work the lunch shift alone. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about the situation, but I hadn’t wanted this either. His arrogance would cause him to bristle at the thought of helping the boss, and I couldn’t say that I blamed him. I would have complained if the roles were reversed.
    Land arrived about five minutes later. He nodded at Danvers, but said nothing. He helped me up and managed to get me to his car without incident, though my knees nearly buckled once. I closed my eyes on the drive home but my chef and co-worker kept talking to me, following the orders to keep me awake. He rambled on about his life in the Basque region, his amona and other details