Murder to Go (The Heights Bed and Breakfast Cozy Mystery Series Book 1) by Susan D. Baker Read Free Book Online

be happy to see his family again.”
    “I
don’t intend to let him stay in here long enough to get used to it,” Carolyn
replied. “There is someone else who killed Porky. I will prove it and take Karl
home.”
    Babs
squeezed her hand. “I hope you do.”
    Carolyn
turned to look at her. “You do? Do you think Karl’s innocent, too?”
    Babs
shrugged. “I don’t know what to think. All the evidence points to him, but you
were right. There’s something about him that tells me he couldn't have done it.
I've known a lot of killers in my career, and they all act a certain way. Karl
isn't a killer. The murder has upset the Evergreen Cove community. My captain
wanted Karl to be arrested as a way to calm the public.”
    “Have
you considered looking into Porky’s wife?” Carolyn asked. “He was married, you
know. I found his wedding band in his room at the B & B, and he was with
another woman when he died. Maybe his wife killed him.”
    “We
already thought of that,” Babs replied. “We looked at her before we went after
Karl. She was on a flight to New York when Porky died. The flight manifest
confirmed it. She’s got an iron-clad alibi.”
    Carolyn
wilted. “Oh.”
    Babs
opened the door to the police station waiting room. “You can get your things
from the guard. Have a good day.”
    Carolyn
whirled around. “Wait a minute.”
    “What
is it?” Babs asked.
    “Did
you know there’s another restaurant owner in the area who threatened Porky over
a bad review?” Carolyn told her. “Beatrice Hurley owns the Foxtrot Cafe over
the hill. Have you looked into her?”
    Babs
chuckled. “It would take the entire police force to interview everyone who
threatened Porky after he reviewed them. I know it’s hard for you to accept,
but Karl is the only one who had motive and opportunity. He’s the only suspect
who makes sense.”
    “There
must be a way around this,” Carolyn muttered, “and I’m going to find it.”
    Babs
led her out to the front desk. “Just remember, whoever did it must have had
access to the lunchboxes. It’s critical that you prove that.”
    “I
understand.”
    Babs
chuckled. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you. I never told you this before, but
I’m a foodie, too.”
    Carolyn
gasped. “You are?”
    Babs
nodded. “I follow all the food blogs, including yours. I never thought I’d meet
you in person, though. You don’t go out of your way to give people good
reviews. You’re always honest, but you never cut anybody off at the knees the
way Porky did. That’s why you’re so popular.”
    Carolyn
smirked. “I never imagined you would read my blog.”
    “Oh,
sure,” Babs replied. “You are a good writer. I have discovered a lot of new
restaurants through your reviews.”
    “It
is always great to meet a fan. Thanks for helping me out today,” Carolyn
remarked. “I will be back with proof.”
    After
leaving the police station, Carolyn found herself standing on the street corner
with her keys and purse in her hand. The late morning sun blinded and confused
her. Where was she supposed to go now?
    She
started walking without really thinking about where she was going, but the act
of walking cleared her mind. She headed over the hill and found the Foxtrot
Cafe right where Stan said it would be. Cars filled the parking lot, and people
went in and out through the main entrance door.
    Carolyn
entered the Cafe and noticed people of all ages crowded the waiting area. Kids
played with toys on the floor, and the adults read magazines while they waited.
    The
moment she stepped inside, a heavy woman rushed up to her and grabbed her by
the elbow. “Come in, come in. You must be Carolyn Jacobson. I recognize you
from your picture on your blog. I’m Beatrice Hurley, and I’m your biggest fan.
We just cleared off a table by the front window. Sit down and I’ll get you some
lunch.”
    “But
I didn’t come for lunch,” Carolyn protested.
    Beatrice
waved her hand. “I insist. Sit down and I’ll