Nun the Wiser (A Deadly Habit Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Morgana Best Read Free Book Online Page A

a moment.
    I stared at one picture after another, remembering the flight as I stared at the buildings and walkways. It was disturbing to think of how familiar the convent was starting to become to me.
    Unfortunately, there was nothing of interest in the pictures. Absolutely nothing. Not even a broom was out of place. There were no strange boxes, no recently dug garden plots. What were we looking for anyway?
    Whatever it was I wanted to see, it wasn’t there. There was nothing but plants, a fountain, some walkways and other assorted bits of Gothic architecture. There was nothing suspicious about it at all. Judging by Adam’s frustrated expression as he carefully studied the pages, he was running into the same problem.
    After we carefully poured through the images for some time, I sighed and tapped my stack into a neat pile. “They’re all starting to look the same. I’ve got nothing. You?”
    “Same here,” Adam said as he leaned back in his chair and stretched with a light groan. “I hate to say it, but if there’s anything odd about the place, they aren’t keeping it out in the open.”
    “Well, that was a waste of time,” I said, setting the pictures down.
    “Not really,” Adam said with a quirked smile. “I got to spend some time with you, and I’ve been craving some real home cooking that wasn’t out of a restaurant for a couple months now. And like I said —” He leaned over slightly, pressing our shoulders together gently as he turned to look in my eyes.
    There was something warm there, tender even. It made my heart race.
    “Rose! Are you home?”
    I jumped in alarm at the screeching voice, sending the papers to the floor and startling poor Sasha into a short dash to the couch for safety. Adam and I quickly scooted to a polite distance as we both looked toward the door, which to my shock suddenly opened a crack.
    Bunny’s head peeked around it. She was smiling widely. “Sorry! Your door was unlocked so I invited myself in. You aren’t busy, are you?”
    “Hi, Bunny,” I said. Talk about timing! “Did you need something?”
    “I locked my keys in the store again. Could I borrow the spare set I left with you —” Bunny froze, her eyes bulging wide in horror at the sight of Sasha, who was standing in the middle of the floor purring, her tail swishing happily in greeting.
    “Meow,” she said, and moved toward Bunny.
    Bunny let out a blood curdling scream. Sasha stopped and fluffed up in alarm. There was a loud slam as Bunny jumped away from the door, leaving it wide open. As Bunny turned and ran, Sasha ran after her.
    “Bunny!” I called, as I gathered my wits. I lunged for the fleeing Sasha as she bounded for the door, determined to catch up to the loud screaming woman. “Sasha, kitty, kitty! Sasha, no!”
    I managed to grab Sasha before she got to the door. I handed her to Adam, grabbed Bunny’s spare key, and ran after her.
     
     

Chapter 8.
    The doorbell was more of a buzzer in my apartment. Whenever someone pressed the small white button that sat in between my apartment door downstairs and the door to my shop, a white box that sat on my living room wall buzzed audibly and annoyingly.
    When it went off, I was in bed. It was Tuesday, the one day of the week I had planned not to open the shop. I normally stayed closed on Sunday, but the festival the last weekend had a lot of foot traffic along the main street and I couldn’t have afforded to miss the customers.
    I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. I was going to ignore the bell, and hope whoever was at my door went away, but when the bell rang again, I figured I had better at least see who it was. I climbed out of bed and crept to the living room. I could look out one of the windows there and see straight down to my door if I craned my neck forward far enough.
    A cop car was parked at the curb, and the larger of the two town officers was standing there, holding his beefy finger to the button. I sighed. I never